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Willow
Focus on the tip. If it’s not for Camdyn’s gorgeous face and toned body, his harem falls to their knees to praise his dick. When it lumbered out of his pants, all the air in the room filled my lungs at the sight of it.
So, I focus on the tip. My mouth mops and pops over the thick girth of him, saliva pooling. In a semi-hypnotic state, I crouch before glory, breathing him in and wetting his magnificent cock. I give myself a pat on the back. I wasn’t a track star for no reason. I’ve raced against taller, more physically fit chicks, and the motto worked wonders.
So, I tell myself, I will take him all.
I’ll shove his dick down my throat.
I will survive this gorgeous, monster cock.
My body hums, delighting in the beautiful bulbous crown of him. Take your time, young grasshopper. You’re in the presence of a dick gawd. Enjoy every inch of him.
A tiny curl of jealousy works up my already coiled abdomen. I throw a tantrum in my brain while slurping him off. Please, pleaseee remember my head game. This is the type of dick that you want seconds or thirds of—it’s Thanksgiving dinner.
Saliva oozes from my mouth, and though I’m attending to the crown of Camdyn MacKenzie, my mouth is full of dick-ah-plenty.
Clearly, my tip theory is whack. The tip of a knife stops a fraction away from cutting my retina. What the fuck? If I inhale, I’m going blind. Shit, if I sneeze, I’m impaling my eyeball with the sharp blade fisted in his hand. Unblinking and wild-eyed, I stare up at Camdyn. What have I done? Hell, I never saw the switchblade coming.
“I’m not wearing a condom, and you suck a mean dick, Willow. You sure you haven’t wrapped these pretty lips around a cock or two?” Camdyn’s lowered, seductive voice sends the terror absconding. Desire runs through me.
Eyeing him, I slide my head from over greatness and away from his knife. Still, I utter out a hardly audible, “Never.”
The blade retreats into its shell.
“You’re a little scared.”
Eight jagged mesmerizing abdominal muscles become all the more defined as Camdyn leans up. Eyes shining with appreciation, his knuckles scrape softly over my cheek. The touch melds like honey over my wounded heart. Still, I anticipate a verbal apology.
“Lo, flick your clit. I promise ye’ll feel better,” the deranged lunatic coaxes.
While sucking him off, I run a tentative hand down my lower abdomen and let it wander the coils of my pussy.
“You never touch yourself?” Camdyn’s perception probably saved my life while my lips were wrapped around his dick.
My hair is pulled as he brings me up from my knees and to his mouth. Breathing shallow, I straddle him. My swollen, untouched lips rest a fraction away from his sex.
“Ye’re shaking, Willow.”
“I’m—”
“Seeing how I might feck you after tonight, you need to stop trembling. That shite’s turning me on and will have me ripping your pussy apart. Got that?”
He might screw me again. I’m formulating how to tell Camdyn I’m not donating my virtue for one serving of dick when he asks if I’m hungry.
* * *
On the deck of the yacht, I inhale the salt air. It’s impossible to differentiate the heavens from the dark sea. We’re trapped in the Bermuda Triangle. I hadn’t imagined it would be so dark already. Camdyn had given me his leather jacket when tiny goose pimples prickled over my naked hips and legs. That motherfucker was begrudging about it too. He must have thought I should walk around naked. He treats me like he’s doing me a favor.
Lord knows he is.
I’ve fled the construct of time and reality.
With my knuckles curled over the protective railing, I burrow in his jacket, inhaling his electrifying scent. He smells like insanity and the loss of all rational thought. After we fuck, I’ll be rewarded with a straitjacket and upgraded to an insane asylum. I’ll beg for more. And he might oblige me. And even if Camdyn MacKenzie agrees another time—or a hundred—I’ll still crave him.
I’m a scruffy shell of the girl I once was. I’m worse than Thad and a Grade A clinger. My lovely distraction helps me forget my mom.
