Page 19 of Effortless

“Holy fuck, Cam.”

Her perky tits fit perfectly in his palms, and his thumbs drove over the two barbell piercings in each one. Tiny little diamonds that glinted under the light. She sank into his touch with a soft sigh.

“Bite, kiss, or suck on them, but don’t ever fucking pull on them,” she told him. “I will cut your dick off while you sleep. Got it?”

Tom laughed. “Understood.”

His hands skimmed up to her throat—pretty and delicate. His thumbs stroked her pulse point while she swallowed thickly, and stared at him through those dark lashes of hers. He couldn’t stop himself from letting his hands wander higher, and roving over her full lips.

“This mouth of yours is something else.”

“Fuck me damn good, and I’ll make sure to clean all of me off with my mouth after.”

“You look far too beautiful to have a mind, and a mouth that dirty, Camilla.”

She smiled as though she took that as a challenge.

“If you can spank my ass, choke me, call me your slut, and still make me come while you do it, then you might just see how much dirtier I can get, Tom.”

“You don’t think that’s dirty enough?”

Camilla pressed a kiss to his chin, and then nipped his jawline. “I think you need to stop talking.”

“Done.”

His hand slipped back down to her throat and grabbed tight. Her muscles jumped against his palm, while his other hand slipped beneath her panties. He found wet, hot flesh there. A silky smooth, waxed cunt that warmed and slicked his hand. She took two of his fingers deep into her pussy, and then grinded into his thumb when he stroked the hood of her clit.

She came closer, until her body was pressed against his, and her mouth drifted over his throat. Ragged breaths danced over his skin as he fucked her harder with his hand, and added a third finger just before he started curling into her G-spot.

“Fuck, yeah,” Camilla whispered. “Right there …”

“You know this cunt’s all mine tonight, Cam. All fucking mine. I’ll eat it, fuck it, and whatever else I want to do with it for the night.”

“You better.”

Not please.

Not yes.

No, another fucking challenge.

God, he could love this girl.

She would make it damn easy.

Camilla came with a high cry that only made Tom’s cock painfully harder. He was starting to think he could feel his heartbeat in his dick. It was that bad. He pulled his hand out of her panties, yanked the silk down her legs, and shoved her back to the bed.

She fell with a laugh, and widened her legs while her back arched off the red sheets. Her fingers tweaked at the piercings in her nipples. He couldn’t get the condom out of his pants fast enough; never mind getting the damn pants off altogether.

He blamed his distraction entirely on the sweet sliver of her wet pussy practically begging him to bury his face between her thighs.

“You want to taste this, or fuck this, Tom?” she asked.

“Both, babe. It’s fucking both.”

Camilla rolled over on the bed, pushed to her knees, and raised her ass higher. Her hips did that swaying thing again. Teased him, and challenged him without her saying a thing.

“Make me see stars with your cock, and I’ll think about giving you a taste.”