Page 136 of Stolen Bases

Cam grunts, his hips bucking.

I place his mushroom tip on my lips and look up at him. “Does my king need his crown to be polished?”

Cam throws his head back with a laugh, and his dick pulses. I take him into my mouth and to the back of my throat. His whiskey, warm laughter turns to husky grunts of pleasure.

“So good. I’m obsessed with this mouth.” He cups my chin and places his thumb at the corner of my lips, feeling his cock slide in and out of my mouth. His chest rises and falls quicker as he fights the losing battle against closing his eyes. “Look at me, Talia. Watch my face as I come down your throat.”

At his command, I keep my eyes glued to his heavy-lidded hazel gaze as I suck and lick him until he’s digging his fingers into my hair, gripping the strands tight, and fucking my face the way he likes.

The salty taste of his cum coats my tongue as he comes down my throat with an inhuman howl. I hold my breath, drinking him down. He watches me as I swallow as much of him as I can before pulling his cock from my mouth. His cum dribbles down my chin and his eyes glaze over, pupils dilated wide.

With the back of my hand, I wipe away the mess and sit back on my heels.

“So fucking pretty,” Cam croons. “My turn.” He points to the back of the couch and says, “Bend over.”

I do as he commands.

“Good girl. Now, grip the back and spread your legs wide for me.”

Once again, I do as he asks. Seconds pass, and I wait. Cam likes to build anticipation. I squirm, waiting for him.

“That’s it, baby. Now, relax. Breathe.”

I inhale deeply and lean into the soft fabric of the sofa, letting it rub my sensitive nipples. I chance a quick glance over my shoulder and watch as my big man falls to his knees and crawls to me until my ass is in his face.

“I need you,” I whine and wiggle my butt.

A devilish smile curls his lips. “I know.”

He slides a meaty hand down my spine and through the crack of my ass and pussy. “Oh, god. Cam. Yes,” I hiss.

Cam swipes his tongue through me from clit to ass before spearing my entrance. I’m moaning and grinding back against his face in no time. His mouth brings me to ecstasy faster than lightning.

Every. Single. Time.

“Don’t come yet. Hold it. Let it build.” His mumbled words vibrate against my sensitive flesh.

My insides quicken, tightening like coils ready to split apart as my orgasm builds to new heights. The pressure of his fingers entering me from behind has me nearing the edge of the cliff. Cam spreads me open, scissoring his fingers and warming me up.

He was right. Trying to take him without proper attention is too intense, though I love the pain his cock causes me in the moment.

“Not yet, itty bitty.”

His fingers massage my G-spot, and my mind drifts to straddling his lap and sliding down on his cock while he sleeps. Taking him as deep inside me as possible. No warning. All pleasure and pain mixed into one delicious cocktail. The sting it leaves behind.

Cam’s not even inside me, and I’m drunk on his dick. His perfect, fat cock that splits me in two and hits all the right spots.

My pussy clenches, and I come. Hard.

My vision blacks out, and my body convulses around his thick digits. A wave of arousal drips down my thighs.

When I finish coming, Cam pulls his fingers from deep inside me. He grips my hair and stands up, pulling my head back and exposing my throat. “What were you thinking about, Talia?”

I bite my lips and close my eyes.

Cam notches his cockhead at my entrance. “Tell me.”

I shake my head, a little embarrassed at my newfound kink.

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