Page 169 of Just for the Cameras
The sinful stare he has in his eyes, which are transfixed on me.
It makes me so incredibly hot, so incredibly on edge, that I know the minute he lets me come, I’ll lose all semblance of control.
Lowering, he brings the tip of his cock to my pussy and gently runs it along my slit.
“Jesus,” I say as I squirm, looking for more friction, but he doesn’t give it to me. He just keeps edging and edging.
He lets me pulse and throb, every bitter, beautiful feeling inside me pulling to the center of my body, where they swirl and swirl, waiting to be released.
“Graydon, fuck…please.”
The sexiest smirk pulls at his lips before he leans down between my legs again, hooks them over his wide shoulders, and presses his tongue to my clit, where he flicks rapidly again.
Harder.
Faster.
I’m so overwhelmed, I forget to breathe as my body climbs and climbs.
Higher and higher.
Every muscle tensing.
My legs numbing.
My stomach hollowing as my clit throbs against his tongue, pushing me so fucking close.
So close.
And when he lifts up again, I scream.
“Graydon, stop. Please make me come. Please let me.”
Satisfied with my begging, he brings his mouth back down again and sucks my clit between his lips. In seconds, he has me sweating, panting, and, with one final suck, falling over the edge and straight into white-hot bliss as my orgasm rockets through me.
“Fuck, fuck!” I scream, my chest convulsing, my pussy contracting, everything in me feeling the onslaught of what he just did to me.
He lets me ride out my orgasm on his tongue until I’m completely sated.
That’s when he moves away, and I can hear him breaking into the condoms. He tosses one on the bed while I take a few seconds to catch my breath because I know he’s about to rattle my world again. He lies on the bed, and then I hear, “Come here, beautiful.”
I part my eyes open, and feeling weak and spent, I climb up his body, straddle him, and then lean my chest against his as I rest my head on his shoulder.
“Give me…a second.”
He chuckles and drags the tips of his fingers over my back as he slowly pumps his length with his other hand.
I push his hand away and grip his cock myself, pulling on his length slowly, attempting to give him the same torture, knowing I’ll never match it. Ever. But I can at least try.
As I continue to pump, my strength starts to come back and I sit up to find him with his eyes closed, enjoying my hand. It’s such a hot thing to witness, that I can control his pleasure like this.
I move on top of him, straddling his legs, and then I lower myself down so my mouth is a whisper from his cock.
He lazily looks at me and runs his teeth over his bottom lip while his gaze roams over me, promises held in his expression, promises of control but also a hint of submission as he lets me take over and tease him.
I lower down some more, sucking the tip of his cock past my lips while I grip the base, squeezing tightly while I swirl my tongue around the head, soaking up the saltiness of his precum and loving every second of it.
He sighs heavily, his chest now rising and falling faster as I tease him, tempt him, try to torture him the way that he did to me, but the onlyindication that I’m repaying the favor is the slight flex in his legs and the rise and fall of his chest.
