Page 67 of Stolen Bases

I fight a smirk as I glance down at his crotch. The zipper of his jeans has slipped lower, giving me a glimpse of his massive cockhead as it pokes out from under the waistband of his underwear. My pussy weeps, clenching air at the sight.

I love knowing I affect him the same way he does me.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” His voice is thick and gritty. He swipes his thumb over the bead of precum beading at the tip.

Now, it’s my turn.

“This.” I grip his wrist and bring his thumb to my lips. Eyes on his, I lick the pearl of cum off the pad of his finger. His masculine taste explodes on my tongue, making me moan.

What in the…He tastes amazing. Tangy and sweet.

Cam pulls his thumb from my mouth. “You like the way I taste, itty bitty?”

My mouth waters as I lick my lips, desperate for more of him. “Yes.”

“Do you want more?”

“Yes.”

“Get on your knees and finish what you started, Talia,” Cam demands, reversing our roles.

“Take off your shirt,” I counter.

The gold in his eyes sparkles in the moonlight as he grips the back of his collar and pulls off his shirt in that sexy way men strip. He throws the fabric to the floor at my feet, still putting my comfort above his pleasure. “Take out my cock.”

Gripping the sides of his jeans and underwear, I pull them down to his knees.

Holy fucking shit.

Cam is huge. From root to tip, he is thick and long. I don’t know how I’m going to take him into my mouth to the back of my throat, but I’ll suffocate trying—Cam’s cock is that perfect.

I run my hands up his thighs, resting them on his hipbones, and take a deep, calming breath.

“Put it in my mouth.”

I open wide for him.

His gaze darkens as he takes a step closer to me. “Stick out your tongue.”

This is fun.I’m enjoying the exchange of power between us as I do what he commands.

Cam bends his knees and slides his cock over the tip of my tongue, teasing. I grip his thick shaft with both hands and give it a firm squeeze before wrapping my lips around him and hollowing out my cheeks.

Cam’s legs shake as he groans, “Fuck.”

Picturing every woman I’ve seen on video giving blow jobs, I channel my inner porn star and take Cam as deep as I can. His head bumps the back of my throat, and my eyes water as I gag.

Cam pulls out, cupping my face in his hands. “Go easy, baby.” I open my mouth to protest, but he places his thumb over my lips. “I’m bigger than average. Anything you give me is going to be the best I’ve ever had because it’s you.” He brushes my hair off my forehead.

I didn’t have to say a word for him to know I’m lacking in the dick-sucking department. While that should embarrass me, it only fuels my need to rock his world. To prove that I can do this for him. Please him. Make him come the way he makes me.

I nod my assent before taking him back into my mouth.

Cam wraps one fist around my braid as he holds my face with the other, lovingly caressing my cheek with his thumb as I cover my teeth with my lips and push his cock into my mouth. Starting slower this time, I bob up and down, using my tongue to flick the underside of his shaft with each pass. Cam groans, tugging at my hair as he restrains himself.

My pussy aches with the need for him to touch me. I squeeze my knees together, attempting to ease the throbbing.

He doesn’t miss the movement and grits his teeth. “Does sucking my cock turn you on, itty bitty? Do you want me to fuckyour face? Do you want me to slip my cock down your throat and squeeze?”

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