Page 202 of Just for the Cameras
“Fuck,” I hiss, my hand falling to his hair immediately. “Fuck, Graydon.”
The sensation of the vibrator matched with the light flicking of his tongue has me spinning immediately. Within seconds, my pleasure starts to climb, my legs trembling as every nerve ending pulls tight, right to the center of my body.
“Graydon…fuck.” My back arches off the mattress, my chest heaving, the throbbing in my clit so intense that I know I’ll only be able to hold on for seconds.
And he must sense it because he pulls away and turns off the vibrator. He rests right between my legs, letting the shock of what he did settle deep in my bones, spurring me on and making me beg.
“Don’t.” I shake my head, my arm draped over my eyes. “Don’t torture me. I’m so close.”
“How close?”
“Embarrassingly close…Please,” I moan. “Please make me come, Graydon.” My pussy throbs, pounding for release.
Little contractions start to erupt all over me, not giving me what I need.
“Please,” I beg one more time in a last-ditch effort before I fall over the edge without the pressure I need from him.
And thankfully he listens, because he turns the vibrator back on just as he sucks my clit between his lips.
“Fuck!” I scream as my body unravels and my orgasm hits me square in the chest. My body writhes under him, my moans growing louder and louder as I float up into the abyss where nothing exists but this unbelievable pleasure.
I don’t even realize what’s happening until Graydon is positioned above me, the vibrator now at my slit while his cock sinks into me.
“Oh God,” I moan from how full I feel. “Oh fuck, Graydon.”
“Jesus…Christ,” he groans as he starts thrusting into me, hard, hitting me in the G-spot, where only he has ever touched.
I continue to spasm around him while he drives me toward another release, building me up when I didn’t think it was possible.
“Fuck, this cunt,” he whispers as his hand loops behind my back, and he picks me up off the bed. He swings me around to the wall in the bedroom and starts moving me up and down on his cock so fast that I can’t do anything other than hold on to his shoulders and revel in the way he makes me feel.
“You’re so big. God, fill me.”
He growls and then lowers my feet to the ground, turns me around, and bends me forward before entering me again. I spread my legs, and he reaches to grab the vibrator, pressing it to my clit again.
It’s all I need.
“Fuck me,” I cry as I find my release for the second time tonight, squeezing around him to the point that he smacks my ass and then groans so loud that I can feel the rumble of his chest from where I’m bent over.
“Fuck!” he yells as I can feel him spill into me…every…last…drop.
Once he stills and takes a second to breathe, I can feel him stiffen behind me as he slowly pulls out.
“Oh shit, Maple.” I turn to find panic in his eyes. “I didn’t use a condom.” His hand goes to his hair. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. Remember, I’m on birth control.”
He swallows and then nods. “I’m clean, I promise. I just got checked a little bit ago.”
“I trust you,” I say, my hand on his racing heart. “It’s okay.”
His hand smooths over my back and right to my ass as he presses his forehead to mine and pins me against the wall. “I’m sorry, beautiful. I just, fuck, I lost my mind when you started coming apart on my tongue.”
I smile up at him and cup his cheek, letting my thumb scrape along his scruff. “Don’t apologize. I really liked it.”
“I know, but I should have been more careful.”
“It’s okay, Graydon. Seriously.” I stand on my toes and press my chest against his as I grip the back of his neck and kiss him wildly, letting him know just how much I don’t care.
