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I choose to give her an honest answer, even if it’s risking reminding her of the past. “My divorce. I’m finally free.” I search her eyes for her reaction, only to find her pupils dilate and her green eyes darken with a look I’ve seen time and time again.
“Congratulations, that makes two of us.” Her lips curl in a smile, and her small hands brush over the growing bulge in my pants, tempting me like the tease she is.
I’d heard from my mother that Camille’s divorce was finalized a few months ago, and I believe that was my mother’s way of hinting at me to see Cam or do something about it.
My saint of a mother has heard me complain enough about Camille over the last few months. I’ve told her everything, all about the affair and even about her abortion and how I reacted poorly when she’d had the courage to tell me about it.
“Dean,” Camille purrs, her arms slipping around my waist. I can smell the alcohol on her breath. She’s been drinking before coming here, though her eyes look clear. It’s a contradiction, really. “Fuck me.” She keeps her voice low enough that no one else from the table can hear her.
Her words take me by surprise, but who am I to deny the gorgeous woman standing in front of me in a dress that’s too short? I look down at her and smile. She clenches her thighs together.
“Are you wet, Camille?” I wonder out loud, matching her smirk.
“Take me to the bathroom and find out.” She brushes past me, walking straight toward the sign that leads to the bathrooms. Without a second thought, I follow her like a lost puppy, following her straight into the women’s restroom.
Luckily, the bathroom is empty, so I flip the deadbolt, locking the door. “What do you want, Camille?” I rush toward her, my cock painfully pressing against my zipper, begging to be freed.
“I want you to fuck me like you hate me. Fuck me like I’m nothing.” She turns, facing the sinks, and stares at me through the mirror, her hands fisting the sides of her dress as she shimmies it up around her waist to reveal her naked bottom. “Dean, be a good boy and fuck me until I forget my name.” Her hand disappears between her thighs. A groan comes from my throat at the sight of her playing with herself while staring at me in the mirror.
Jumping into action, I undo my pants and shove them down my legs along with my briefs, my heavy dick springs free, pointing straight toward the woman in front of me, as if it knows its way home.
Gripping her hips, I pull her back to me, pressing my length against the crack of her ass. “I don’t have time to taste you, baby. I need to be buried inside your sweet cunt so fucking bad.” She nods, her head falling back on my shoulder, her lips parting as she continues playing with her clit, bringing herself pleasure.
“Fuck yourself with two fingers.” She obeys, sliding two fingers into her wet entrance, spreading her thighs, so I have a better view of her in the mirror. Her thumb strums her clit while she fucks her hand. “Fuck, you look so sexy when you do that.”
“I need you, Dean. I need you now.” She moans the sweetest moan. With one hand, I yank her fingers away from her body, earning a frustrated groan. With the other hand, I fist my swollen cock, line it up with her entrance, and I slip inside her soft tissues in one powerful thrust, finding my way home. We groan in unison, her eyes closing from the pleasure.
“Keep your eyes open, baby, watch me fuck you.” I pull the thick straps of her dress off her shoulders and help her remove her arms out of them, then unsnap her strapless bra and let it fall, her heavy breasts spilling free.
Camille grips the counter with one hand and brings the other to my mouth, sticking the fingers that were inside her pussy inside my mouth, allowing me to taste her sweetness.
I suck her fingers, swirling my tongue around them, lapping up every trace of her flavor. She lets go of the counter, uses that hand to slip between her thighs, and starts rubbing her clit, all while watching ourselves in the mirror.
One arm wraps around her waist, holding her back against me; the other hand finds her breast, kneads it, and tugs on her nipples exactly as she likes.
The sound of our moans and skin slapping against each other fills the air. She’s panting, her body shaking in my hold. She rubs her clit faster and faster until her walls tighten around me and squeeze me, letting me know that she’s reaching her climax.
With a final flick of her finger, she falls apart, going limp in my arms from the burst of pleasure provided by her orgasm. I hold her body up, not letting her get away until I’m satisfied.
Her cries of pleasure fill the air, and her pussy pulses around my cock, forcing me to reach my own climax. She’s so fucking tight, so fucking warm, and so fucking perfect. It’s hard to last when I’m inside her, no matter how badly I wish I could be buried inside her for hours and hours.
“Dean!” she cries, her body shaking as I force another orgasm from her before she’s even had time to come down from her first one. I know Camille’s body like the back of my hand, and this is what she needs. She needs at least three orgasms to be fully satisfied.
My hand replaces hers between her legs, and I rub her swollen bud, fucking one more orgasm out of her. She wanted hard, and that’s what she gets.
I keep her body tight against mine, not allowing her to move while I pound into her repeatedly, whispering praises in her ear, telling her how good she is and how amazing she feels.
After a third and final orgasm, I pull out of her tight body, forcing her to turn around and shove her down to her knees. “You wanted me to fuck you like I hate you, well, I want you to suck me like a whore.” Her eyes sparkle with lust. She opens her mouth and takes me down her throat, moaning at the taste of herself.
“Yeah, baby, you like that? Do you like how fucking good you taste? I’ve missed that taste.” I thread my fingers through her hair, holding her tightly in place, bucking my hips to fuck her mouth.
She gags and drools, her hand squeezes my flexing ass, and I’m willing to bet when she moves, I'll find a puddle from where she dripped all over the floor. I can see in her eyes how turned on she is. “Are you going to swallow me like a dirty fucking whore?”
She nods as much as she can with her throat full of me. My balls tighten, and soon I’m exploding my load into her warm mouth, groaning at the sensation of her sucking me dry, forcing every drop from me that I have to offer.
Camille pulls back, and my length slides from her mouth with a pop. She stands in front of me, her little dress bunched around her waist, her perfect tits on display, and my cum dripping down her chin.
“You made a mess and need to clean it up,” she says with a smirk, walking backward until her ass touches the counter.
