Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 137077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
CAMERON
“You enjoy being a cocktease, don’t you?”
“Maybe.” Riley smirks at me, one brow lifted as she tilts her head like ‘what’re you gonna do about it?’ But her tongue peeks out to wet her lips, letting me know exactly what she wants me to do.
I laugh, amused at her transparent teasing. “Maybe-nothing. You walk around here with your belly button begging for me to kiss it, your ass swinging like you want me to smack it, and those tits just out of sight, tempting me to push those cut-off shirts up and suck them till you cry out my name.”
Her eyes flare, telling me I’m right on the money.
“That’s not going to happen, though,” I tell her, watching the disappointment flicker through her smile. “You know what cockteases get?”
“What?”
I run my hand into her hair, the pink spilling over and through my fingers as I grip it tightly in my fist to bring her ear to my mouth. “Their mouths filled with cock,” I growl.
She whimpers, and a satisfied smile tries to steal across my mouth, but I force my lips to turn down, frowning hard and lowering my voice. Barely a rumble, I add, “And if they do a good enough job sucking and swallowing and letting me fuck their face, maybe they get their pussy filled too. You want that, Riley?”
“Yes,” she gasps, turning liquid in my hand. I let the momentum of her sag take her to her knees.
She looks up at me, her mouth open to take me and her tongue out and coated with saliva to ease my way. Fuck, I’m going to come before I even get in her throat.
I grind my hand against my dick, groaning at the touch that feels so good, but not as good as she’ll feel. Ready for more, I yank my pajama pants down and wrap my finger and thumb around my base, squeezing tightly until a clear drop of precum oozes out of my crown.
Her eyes drop, widening when she sees me. “You can take it.” Her eyes jump back to mine, doubt hiding in their depths. “You will take it.”
The sexiest smile I’ve ever seen ghosts across her lips, and then she opens her mouth wide again, taking me into the warm, wet heaven of her throat, inch by glorious inch.
I groan, shifting my hips. My back is killing me and my right arm is asleep. But my dick is awake. It’s rock hard and aching painfully. I shift again, searching for a comfortable position.
Still in the haze of sleep, I find some relief, grinding myself against the softness in front of me. Deep in the recesses of my mind, some primal recognition hits, and I pull the warm body in my arms against me harder and tighter, bucking against her ass as I slide my hand between her legs to find her waiting heat.
Fuck yes.
She’s already soaked, her juices easing my way as I slip them inside her only to come out coated in her slickness. I thrust into her a few times, letting my palm bump over her clit before moving up to circle it with my fingertips. She lets out a needy little groan, and I chase the sound, moving my arm that’s trapped beneath her body up to cup her throat. She arches into it, pushing her throat into my grip and her ass against my cock.
I give her clit a little tap and her hand shoots down to grip my forearm, her nails digging into the flesh and the sharp bite causing me to thrust harder against her.
Does she think her grip is keeping me there? Does she think she can stop me? I don’t care. With her ass cheeks cradling my cock, I’m not going anywhere.
I tease her clit again and again, feeling her body go tighter and tighter, and then she shatters for me. As she spasms in my arms, she gasps, “Cameron.”
Her voice is barely a whisper, but it might as well be a siren in my head, waking me up instantly. I look around, my vision blurred and my mind screaming at me, but it only takes me one second to realize where I am and what I’m doing. And the very real woman I’m doing it with.
“Fuck,” I hiss, pushing Riley away. She falls ungracefully to the floor… of my office… with a thud.
I blink, sitting up and trying to make sense of things. I thought I was asleep, just having one of the countless nightly fuck fests I’ve been dreaming about. But I wasn’t.
This is real.
We must’ve fallen asleep on the couch. I remember her coming in after she brought Grace home, and then we were talking, and then…
“Fuck,” I say again. This time, it’s because I realize Riley is staring up at me in horror from the floor. Her position below me is so reminiscent of what I was dreaming about that I almost think it’s some sort of Inception-type trick my mind is playing on me. But the hurt in her eyes is no fantasy. I reach for her, some gentlemanly part of me needing to help her up, but she flinches back, pushing her nightgown down over the pussy I was just touching. The pussy I just made come. “Shit. I’m sorry. I was dreaming… I thought… Fuck.”