Page 78 of Effortless

She arched a brow, and her tongue teased at his shaft. That earned her another one of Tom’s husky groans.

“Do you want me to fuck your pretty mouth, babe? Is that what you want, huh? Your eyes to water, and my cum down your throat?”

She stroked him slower with her tongue, and her hand squeezed his balls a little firmer. Not enough to hurt, but just enough to make his words catch in his throat with the unspoken promise.

“Fucking hell.”

Tom tugged on Camilla’s hair, and brought her mouth all the way up to the tip of his dick. Her teeth grazed along the sensitive skin of his cock, and all he could do was suck in a sharp breath at the sensation it left behind. He couldn’t remember a time when the sight of someone sucking his dick had ever made him as hot as Camilla was making him right now.

“Christ, woman,” Tom grunted.

Camilla winked.

His little bit of control flew out the window.

At first, he used the grip he had on Camilla’s hair to bob her head up and down. Her silky lips, and a rough tongue massaged his dick as he fucked her mouth. All the while, she never looked away from him. Those glinting eyes of hers danced with want, even as the head of his cock hit the back of her throat hard enough to make her tears gather.

It wasn’t enough, though. Not to get him where he needed to be.

Tom brought Camilla down his cock harder, and flexed his hips upward at the same time. Her hand teased his balls, her tongue and teeth dragged against his shaft, and her pleased, muffled hum vibrated from her throat.

It didn’t take long at all for the pressure to start building in his spine. The promise of release dug its claws into his gut, and it only made him fuck Camilla’s mouth faster and harder.

The second he felt the pressure release, he held her down on his cock as his cum shot into her mouth. With each swallow she made, taking in his release, her muscles constricted in the best way around his dick. It only added to the sharp pleasure stabbing through his gut.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Tom let Camilla go, but she didn’t immediately release his cock. Instead, she sucked him clean, and then licked his shaft from the base to the tip while she watched him through dazed, watery eyes.

Finally, she smiled at him.

Sweet, yet sexy, in a blink.

“Morning,” she whispered.

Pink, swollen lips.

She smelled like the peppermint wash in her shower.

Messed hair and trembling shoulders.

“Morning,” he replied with a grin.

“My turn, don’t you think?”

“Fuck yeah, babe.”

Tom grabbed Camilla around her waist and pulled her into him. His mouth crashed down on hers as he turned them over on the bed. Her tongue warred with his while she spread her legs wide, and grinded her wet, bare pussy against any part of him that she could. She pulled away from his kiss just to whisper in his ear.

Filthy, sinful words that drove him crazy.

Damn, he missed this girl.

“Eat me, fuck me, and use me, Tom. Won’t you make me scream and shake for you? Fuck me until I can’t move? Use me.”

Like he needed more of a reason to want to keep this woman forever.

Like he didn’t already want to.