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She snickered against my lips, then started to descend my body.
I reached my hands up high over my head and captured the frame of the bed that was above my head. The metal in my hands felt cool and somewhat soothing as I tightened my hold and willed myself not to let go.
Especially when she stopped at the waistband of my jeans and started to skim her nose along my happy trail.
She shoved my shirt up, exposing my belly, and pressed a kiss just above my navel.
“I’ve wanted to kiss your abs since the first day I saw you at the gym with your shirt off,” she whispered against my belly. “I wanted to lick the sweat that was dripping down over your abs, too.”
I licked my lips and tried to get my dick under control. It barely worked.
The only reason it even remotely worked was due to the fact that I wanted this to be good for Camryn. I didn’t want to come in my jeans like a twelve-year-old. I wanted to be deep inside of her when I went, preferably after I’d given her mind-shattering orgasms.
I swallowed hard as she went back to my jeans and flicked my button open.
The next thing to go down was my zipper.
That was when I made the mistake of looking down my body at her.
She was still in her sweat pants and a T-shirt. Hell, she still had her socks and shoes on.
Her hair was in a messy bun on top of her head, and some of it was falling down around her face, pooling on my thighs. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever witnessed in my life.
My hands let go of the bed, and my arms started to trail down the bed toward her.
But before I could get there, she viciously yanked open my jeans and tugged down my underwear, allowing my cock to finally break free of its confines.
She looked down at said cock and, face to tip with it, and her eyes widened.
“This is even bigger than I’d first thought. This isn’t normal,” she told me. “Where do you put this when it’s in your pants? Do you tuck it into the waistband of your pants?”
I froze with my hands mid-way to her hair, smiling while closing my eyes and bowing my body as I practically thrust up toward her, ignoring her questions.
She took pity on me and wrapped her hand around my cock, and I finally knew the meaning of ecstasy.
Her hand, although small, seemed to fit me perfectly. Her fingers, although not able to fit around me completely, looked like they were made to be there.
And the way she kept sweeping her thumb over the tip of my cock, swiping at the wetness there? Yeah, there was no way in hell that wouldn’t be permanently embedded in my spank bank log.
Then she bent down, her tongue poking out from between those two plump, succulent lips, and she was circling the head of my cock. Round and round, over and over again, until the entirety of my cock head was soaked with her saliva.
Then she blew on it, making my balls draw up.
It was such an odd sensation that I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to come, or whether I wanted to pull away.
But, before I could make a decision on which one I’d rather do, she took the head of my cock into her mouth and sucked it like a lollipop.
My hands, which were still frozen in mid-air, dropped to the bed. I fisted the sheets in desperation, trying to count to a hundred by threes just so I could maintain a semblance of control.
Then her teeth scraped lightly up my shaft, and I swear to God I saw stars.
“Fuck!” I cried out, unable to contain my language or my body anymore.
But before I could do something incredibly embarrassing, like come, she pulled back with a single lick to the slit of my cock.
She moaned—or maybe I did, I wasn’t too sure at this point—at the taste of my pre-cum on her tongue.
“Please,” I growled. “Let me inside of you.”
She reached for the foil packet that was laying on the bed, forgotten in my haste to grab onto something steady, and ripped it open with her teeth.
She pulled the condom out of the package and studied it.
“Pinch the tip,” I instructed.
She did.
“Place it on the tip of my cock and start rolling it down.”
She poked her tongue out from between her lips and bit down lightly on it in concentration, doing as I’d instructed—possibly the slowest possible condom roll in history—and sheathed my cock.
I closed my eyes when she was finally finished, counting back from fifty this time instead of going up to one hundred.
Then I felt her straddle me, and my hands went to her hips on their own accord.
