Page 48 of The Pretender


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“It’s a lot warmer in my bedroom.”

She nods. “Show me.”

I’m not a neat freak but I’m not a slob either. My room is no palace but the bed is made and there’s no visible clutter. Camden becomes shy once we’re in the room and wanders over to the small window opposite my bed.

“The snow’s coming down harder.”

I stand at her back and wrap my arms around her. She relaxes against my chest and breathes out a happy sigh when I push her hair aside to kiss her neck.

“Told you it was warmer in here.”

“I don’t know.” Her head swivels and she looks up at me with a playful tilt to her lips. “I’m still a little cold.”

I run my hands over her arms and massage her shoulders. “I bet we can fix that.”

“How?”

My hand moves down her back and tugs her sweater up. “Skin to skin contact.”

Camden assists, raising her arms and allowing me to pull her sweater up until it’s over her head and then gone. The color of her bra matches her sweater and it’s beyond sexy.

She turns to face me and the sight of her soft tits spilling out of that sweet pink bra is torture. “Is this better?”

“It’s better.” With a flick of my wrist I get her jeans open. “But there’s still room for improvement.” Her jeans are loosened and it only takes a few seconds to get them down until I can see she’s wearing the same kind of blinding white panties that have been tormenting me since I saw them at the bus stop.

“I would have worn something sexier.” She winces, suddenly self-conscious as she steps out of her jeans. “If I’d known we would be-“

My mouth cuts off her words and my tongue smothers any objections. She’s the goddamn hottest thing I’ve ever touched and she should understand what she does to me. Her bra, cute as it is, needs to go, and with a few deft actions from my fingers it’s on the floor. She goes wild when I suck hard on her neck. She clutches my shoulders and arches her tits to my chest and lets my hands go everywhere.

I claim her mouth again and when she’s so turned on she can hardly stand up I fist her hair in one hand and look at her straight. I need to tell her something important.

“You are always so unbelievably fucking sexy, baby. Don’t forget that.”

With my other hand I reach between her legs and smile because even through her panties I can tell how bad she wants me.

“You feel so good,” she gasps and clenches her thighs, ready to ride my hand right here and now if I let her. But instead I drop to my knees because I’ve got a goddess in my arms and she deserves to be worshipped.

Now that I’ve got her I’m going to show some respect to the tits I’ve spent a lot of time jerking off to. I suck one and then the other, taking my time and enjoying the way she moans when I play with each nipple. I kiss her belly and gradually work my way lower. This time she doesn’t stop me. I use my tongue to tease her outside her panties. Then I nudge the soft cotton aside and lick her until she trembles and angles for more. Her left leg gets hooked on my shoulder and I get her off this way because I want her as wet as possible to make this, her first time, our first time, as good as it can be.

Meanwhile, my dick is swollen enough to bust the zipper in half and if I don’t do something soon I’m going over the edge. She’s already pulling at my belt when I get to my feet and I like watching her slender fingers get my pants undone. They’re not needed, my pants, and so I shove them down with impatience and kick them away, along with my boxers.

Camden giggles when I lift her in my arms. We don’t have to travel far. The bed is only three steps away. I’m careful about setting her down and easing my weight on top of her. All that stands in the way now are her damp panties and I fix this by sliding them over her soft legs, which open for me with ease.

I can hardly stand to wait another second and yet I take a moment to kneel between her legs and stare at her, this beautiful, brilliant girl who is definitely way better than I deserve.

And yet she wants me.

This is the first day in a long time that I feel insanely lucky.

The box of condoms in my nightstand drawer has never been cracked open and Camden watches me while I extract one and get the wrapper off. It’s not hard to roll on and I hope I’ve done it correctly. Maybe I should have practiced the technique but it’s too late to do anything about that now.

“Are you sure?” I ask her because I really need to hear it one more time before she takes this irreversible step.

She smiles and touches my face. “Yes. Are you?”

“I’ve never wanted anything more.”

This is true. And I’m right there. I could be inside her with one direct push.

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