Page 66 of Stolen Bases

“I need to work on getting your pretty pussy ready to take my fat cock before I steal home.”

Chills run down my spine. I love that he’s still using his baseball metaphors. It’s hotter than I thought it would be, but then again, Cam makes everything sound hot.

Cam sucks my clit hard, sending a wave of prickling heat through my body. My pussy gushes as Cam curls his fingers forward, rubbing the magical spot I thought was a myth.

“Oh, god yes,” I cry out. My body arches off the bed as I pull at his hair, holding on for dear life at the impending orgasm threatening to break free.

Cam’s sweatshirt bunches at my waist as he pulls me closer and buries his face in my pussy, covering himself in my essence. He returns his attention to my pulsing clit and goes at it like a man determined, with quick rough flicks.

I close my eyes and thrash my head as fire rolls through my veins before receding back to my clit and imploding like a supernova. White light crackles and sparks behind my eyelids as Cam works me over with his mouth, and I experience the most intense, life-changing orgasm. I have an out-of-body experience as I watch myself float back down to earth after floating in the atmosphere.

“Holy … shit. I can’t … breathe,” I pant, coming to. Sliding my eyes open, I find Cam staring at me in awe through his thick lashes.

“You’re fucking stunning when you come. I could watch you all night as you break apart under my tongue.”

I hiss as he swipes his tongue over my sensitive flesh and kisses my clit one last time before sitting back on his heels. He looksdisappointed as he kisses my knees and pulls his sweatshirt down, covering me from his view. The action is both sweet and salacious.

“Don’t look so sad.” I close my legs and scoot to the end of the bed, which brings me face to face with Cam.

I watch as Cam shoves the fingers that were inside me into his mouth and sucks them clean. He smirks at me. “Sorry, not sorry, baby. You’re fucking delicious. I think I might be addicted to your pussy.” He exaggerates licking his lips as he adjusts himself over his jeans.

“Is that so?” I run my hands up his thick arms and shoulders. His muscles flex under my palms as I revel in the strength that lies below.

Cam slips his hands under the soft sweatshirt, groping my ass as I spread my legs, settling him between my knees. He taps my nose with a devious grin. “Abso-fuckin’-lutely.”

I curl my fingers in his hair and tug his mouth to mine. I lick his lips, tasting the sweet tang of my arousal that lingers. Another first that I find alluring as I deepen our kiss, twining my tongue with his. Our mouths move in sync, gliding together in a silky, smooth dance.

Cam doesn’t realize I’m already addicted to him too. His kisses possess an intoxicating magic that has me completely under his spell.

But I want more.

Bringing one hand down his body, I cup Cam over his jeans, making him growl deep in his chest. The big guy in his pants gets harder, threatening to break free from his jail at my touch. All I want to do is help set him free. Touch him. Taste him.

I want to run my hands over his hot, velvety skin and lick every inch of his hard cock. I’ve never given a blow job before. It always felt too intimate to do with someone I didn’t have any genuine feelings for. I’m so happy I waited for Cam.I want him to be my first.

There is no doubt I’ve caught feelings for this man. How could I not? He’s thoughtful and giving. He listens to me, and not just the words I say; he listens to the way my body reacts to him and to the things I don’t say.

Cam makes me feel everything. Even things I shouldn’t. I know having feelings for him is trouble waiting to happen, but for once, I’m not going to overthink it. I’m going to trust my gut, and it says that what I have with Cam is special. He’s special.

Without breaking our kiss, I bring both of my hands to the waistband of his jeans and flick open the button. My fingers find the tab of his zipper, ready to pull, when his hand snaps up and wraps around my wrist, stopping me.

“Talia,” Cam warns.

The tiny flicker of defiance that burns inside me erupts into a full-blown fire. I lift my eyes to his, chin up, and return his warning. “Cameron.”

“Just because I ate your pussy, it doesn’t mean I expect anything in return.” He cups my cheek, peppering kisses on my cheeks and nose. “There is no need to rush. I swear I’m not going anywhere.” He watches me, his eyes pleading for me to believe him.

I do.

Cam steals another piece of my heart with his promise. But his words do nothing to cool the desire burning me from the inside out. Heat licks and furls at every edge of my being.

“Are you done being sweet?”

Cam’s eyes widen in surprise at my sass. Shocked silent, he nods, releasing my hands. I take that as my opportunity to stand, hip cocked in front of him, and place my hands on his shoulders. He stares up at me and grips my waist.

“I know I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to. It’s my turn to steal third. Now, be a good boy and stand up.”

Cam grunts and does as I say. “It’s so hot when you talk baseball and use that tone with me. Makes my cock hard as fuck and ready to come.”

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