Page 170 of Just for the Cameras
I decide to push him further and bring him deeper into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat, where I swallow.
“Jesus,” he whispers.
So I do it again.
And again.
And every time I pull off, I let my teeth drag over his length. When I lower down, I suck as hard as I can until he hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he says, his body shifting, his energy buzzing now.
I glance up at him, and he has his bulky arm draped over his eyes, his hand curling into my hair while he lets out a hiss as I suck him into my mouth one more time.
“Maple…fucking amazing. Too damn good.”
The compliment spurs me on, and I pump harder on his length, bringing my attention back to the tip of his cock, where I flick my tongue against the sensitive spot under the tip, loving how he reacts with a slight twist of his body and his fingers tangling in my hair.
“Fuck yes, beautiful,” he breathes. My heart’s pounding in my chest, my body thrumming with the chance of pleasure all over again. “Don’t make me come, though. Edge me.”
Why on earth would he want that?
It doesn’t matter. He asked for it, so I’ll give him what he wants.
I spend what feels like the next minute or two gagging on his cock, pumping it hard, sucking, and then flicking my tongue over every inch until he’s panting and pulling me away.
He hands me the condom he pulled from the box and, in a sexy-as-sin voice, says, “Put it on.”
I wet my lips and undo the wrapper before sliding the condom down his length, causing him to hiss when my fingers trail over his balls.
“I want you riding me,” he says. “Are you wet?”
I pull on my lip and nod.
“Let me see.” He moves his fingers between my legs and feels exactly how much turning him on turned me on. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn perfect.”
Then, to my surprise, his abs flex right before he picks me up and turns me around so I’m facing away from him. I’m about to protest, but he spanks my ass so hard that I cry out before he soothes his hand over the spot.
“Oh my God, Graydon.” A rush of arousal swarms over me. My stomach hollows from the pleasure of his dominance.
“Lift up,” he demands.
I lift on my knees, and he positions his length at my entrance before gripping my hips and bringing me down on top of him. I cry out as he fills me, bottoming out and not leaving an ounce of room inside me.
“Fuck,” I whisper as my hands fall to his shins.
But he doesn’t give me much time to adjust as he spanks me again and then thrusts up when I contract around him from the contact of his hand.
“That’s it, beautiful,” he encourages. “Let me feel that tight pussy.”
I grind my teeth together as he slaps my ass again and again, thrusting up every freaking time, creating a deathly dangerous friction that’s building fast in the pit of my stomach.
“I’m already too close,” I say, embarrassment washing over me.
“Me…too…” he grunts as he spanks me again, and I convulse over his cock.
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” My body betrays me; it’s all too much. Between how thick he is, the friction of my clit against him, and the spanking, it’s sending me, and with one more slap of his hand to my ass, I call out his name. My orgasm takes me into another realm while I ride him hard, my hips flying up and down over his length, taking everything I can to hold on to this perfect, addictive feeling.
“Jesus Christ,” Graydon says as he pumps harder and harder until helets out a long, sexy moan. “Fuck…me.” He stills, and then he comes, his fingers digging into my hips and his cursing biting into the air as he fights to gain control of his body.
