Page 157 of Just for the Cameras
I lift and swirl my tongue around the head, flicking it on the underside and taking him to the back of my throat, the motion bringing a long moan from his lips as I repeat the process, over and over, sucking harder every time I pull him farther into my mouth until he’s hissing and pulling me up his body.
“Not coming in your mouth,” he says as my center falls over his length.
I press my hands to his chest and start rocking over him.
“Why not?”
“Because I want to come inside you,” he whispers. His eyes find my breasts, his hands squeezing and making my head fall back as I ride him, letting the friction between us drive my arousal higher and higher.
“God, you’re huge.” My hips shoot forward faster, my stomach starting to tighten, my orgasm building to the feel of my clit rubbing over his length. “Fu-uck,” I grunt, my eyes slamming shut. I can’t stop.
I’m so close.
And I know he wants to come inside me, but this feels too good.
“Graydon,” I whisper. “I’m…I’m so close.”
“Then ride me, beautiful. Come all over my cock.”
My eyes fall to his, and I dig my fingers into his chest, anchoring down as I let my hips fly, my clit throbbing, tightening. A bolt of pleasure shoots up my spine, and my orgasm pulses through me as his name falls off my lips, and I start coming on his length.
“Fuck,” I rasp as my hips slow down, and my eyes open to look up at him, a bashful feeling setting in until I see the pure hunger in his expression.
“Jesus Christ, that was so hot,” he says right before flipping me to my back.
He gets off my bed, his cock standing tall, and he pulls his wallet out of his jeans, snagging a condom. Eyes on me, he sheathes himself and then pulls my legs to the edge of the bed, flipping me to my stomach.
He leans over me, his cock rubbing against my ass cheek as he leans down, moves my hair to the side, and kisses my neck. Whispering in my ear, he says, “Face down, ass up, beautiful.”
He drags his mouth over my shoulder, along my shoulder blade, and down my back until he reaches my ass. With his teeth, he grabs hold of my thong and drags it off my body. From the side, I see him toss it to the ground while I get up on my knees and stick my ass in the air like he wants.
With anyone else, I think this position would have made me feel self-conscious, but with him, it makes me feel sexy.
“This ass,” he says, his hand smoothing over it. “Fuck, I’ve wanted it from the moment I set my eyes on you.”
His fingers slide down my crack to my arousal, where he feels just how turned on I still am.
“Good girl,” he says, sticking two fingers inside me and slowly pumping me while his thumb rubs along my clit.
I let out a silent breath as I feel my nerves pull inwardly again, amazedat how quickly my body can react once again. And I know it has everything to do with him.
His palm glides over my ass, then pulls back and spanks me gently.
“Oh God,” I yelp, not prepared for that, but then surprisingly liking it. He must notice because his fingers are still inside me where I’m clenched.
“Shit, beautiful.”
He removes his fingers and then positions his length at my entrance. He angles my hips up more as he stands behind me, his height lining up with me perfectly as he eases inside me, stretching me in the best way possible.
Halfway in, he asks, “You good?”
“Yes,” I answer in a raspy tone.
He keeps pushing until he’s bottomed out, my ass pressing against him.
“Fuck,” he breathes heavily. “You feel too damn good.”
Then he spanks me again, and I tremor around him, squeezing him involuntarily as I ride out the feeling of being so full.
