Page 20 of Effortless

“Don’t you test me, donna.”

Camilla’s hand slipped between her thighs, and she spanked her pussy once, then twice. “Games are the fun part, Tom.”

He finally got his cock sheathed in latex, and decided fucking her first was the way he wanted to go after her little show. He’d get her sitting on his face later.

Or another time.

Yes, he fucking would.

Tom’s hand slid up Camilla’s arching spine as he fitted in behind her. She ground her pert ass and wet pussy along his length. She only pushed harder into him when he fisted her hair, and tugged hard enough that he knew it would sting.

“What do you want, Cam?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

He slid his cock through the lips of her pussy, but only let the tip slide in just enough to give her a taste. She wasn’t the only one who could tease.

“Now?” he asked.

“Tom.”

“Hard, Camilla?”

“So fucking hard, Tom.”

She barely finished her sentence, and he thrust in. Her wet cunt ate him up, and took in his length with the first flex. All the way to his balls. By the time he was done, she would probably have his balls soaked with her honey.

She did say she would clean it off, though.

Christ.

She felt good.

Hot, tight, and slick.

He dragged her up closer to let his next words whisper in her ear. “What was that you wanted me to call you, babe?”

Camilla shivered. “Your slut.”

“My pretty little slut?”

Her hot skin trembled under his weight. He could taste sex on his tongue.

“All yours, Tom,” Camilla said.

“Love this pussy of yours. It’s all mine tonight.”

At his words, her sex squeezed him hard enough to make his next breath catch. “Feel that, Cam? That’s your cunt wanting more, babe.”

“God, yes.”

He pulled out, and then dived right back in. Over and over. A brutal pace that he felt in his damn bones. He felt her hand slid between her legs. Her fingers made a V shape around his cock, feeling every time he split her open again. Her pussy was a greedy thing—the wet sound of his cock filling her up faded into the noise of her moans. He slapped her ass every time he withdrew, leaving her skin pink and hot against his palm.

“More,” he thought he heard her say.

“Fuck, is that what you like, Cam? What do you want, huh, my fingers stuffed up your ass, too?”

She glanced over her shoulder—all lust-hazed brown eyes, and smeared lipstick.