Page 121 of Stolen Bases

Cam places a hand on my chest and pushes. The backs of my legs hit the platform bed, and I topple backward, landing on the mattress with a bounce. The cool fabric of his duvet is silky soft against my sensitive skin.

With an intense amount of eye contact—an unspoken demand for me to watch—he lifts my legs and places them on his shoulder. “Hold on tight, baby. This is going to be quick.”

Using his thumbs, he spreads me open before licking me from asshole to clit. My fingers grip the comforter beneath me as his warm, wet tongue flicks at my swollen clit. His rumbled groans are like a vibrator on my sensitive flesh, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head.

When Cam said quick, he meant it. He goes to town, eating me like a man starved. His tongue is everywhere—spearing my entrance, flicking my clit, and tasting every inch of my pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” I scream.

My core grows heavy with the weight of my building orgasm. He slides his fingers back inside my pussy, stroking my walls. My muscles flutter.

“I can feel your cunt spasming. Let go, Talia. Come all over my tongue like my good little slut.”

My good little slut.

His possessively salacious, denigrative comment is like a match to the flame simmering beneath the surface. Slivers of sharp, white-hot heat slice through me as I combust from the most explosive orgasm I’ve ever had.

Arousal drips from my pussy to my asshole, and Cam—with his magical mouth—laps up every drop. From between my legs, Cam hums appreciatively. “Your cum tastes sweeter right after you come.”

My body is as limp as a rag doll, so it’s not surprising when Cam lifts my legs in one fluid movement, twists them as he stands, and flips me over onto my stomach. He lands two hard spanks on my ass before I register what the hell just happened. The sting has me crying out in a mix of pleasure and pain.

“Shit,” I hiss. Over my shoulder, I look at Cam, who is staring at his handiwork with a devilish smirk.

His eyes collide with mine, and in an eerily calm and deep voice, he says, “That’s for not calling me yesterday.” He lands two moreswats on the space between my ass and thigh.

I drop my head onto the bed, taking my punishment.

“That’s for making me worry something happened to you.”

Two more hard slaps land on my other butt cheek, shocking the hell out of me, before I come like a rocket. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Cam!”

My body bucks, and noises I’ve never heard fall from my mouth as I come again. Liquid streams down my thighs, and my pussy is on fire. Cam’s carnal assault on my body has my orgasm rippling through me from head to toe, leaving behind a fuzzy sensation in my limbs.

“So fucking pretty,” Cam growls like a wild animal behind me. “Baby, I am so sorry.” He runs his palm down my spine, through my ass crack, and into my pussy. He gathers my arousal on his fingertips and alternates between licking my cum off his fingers and spreading it everywhere.

The wet, lewd sounds have my hips rocking in no time. I’m a desperate mess for him.

“For?” I ask, finding just enough energy to stare back at him.

He stops playing with me and grabs the collar of his shirt, lifting it over his head. My eyes rake over his eight-pack and down the path of his Adonis belt. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and pushes them over his hips, letting them fall to the floor. He kicks them to the side as he strokes his cock in his fist. A bead of precum pools at the head of his angry red mushroom tip.

I lick my lips, ready to turn and take him in my mouth.

“Don’t move.”

I nod as Cam gives his cock a few more tugs.

“What are you sorry for?” I ask again, remembering his apology.

“For tearing into you.”

I repeat his answer in my head. With my lack of experience, the words should scare me. Instead, they sound exactly like what I want him to do to me.

“You have me so fucked up. I don’t know if I can be gentle. I want to fucking devour you, but I don’t want to hurt you either.”

“What?”Oh.

If a heart could explode with love, mine just might. Cam hasn’t only been waiting to have sex with me because he thinks people will use it against us. My man has been worried about making it special. He might have been with his share of women—a thread I never want to pull on—but this is different. In a way, this is a first time for him too. What we have is so much more than sex.

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