Page 61 of The Best Bad Decision

Fuck it. I’m done being afraid. I’m done pretending.

Just like that, I’m in his arms, our lips colliding with simultaneous moans and whimpers. He tastes just the way I remember, minus the whisky. Like peppermint, with just a hint of coffee; his citrus and cedar scent filling the rest of my senses like the sweetest aphrodisiac.

I want to climb this man like a damn tree, but he brings his hands up to cradle my face and he’s kissing me soft and slow, exploring my mouth like it’s the first time again. It’s sweet and gentle and tears burn behind my eyelids as I open my mouth for him, holding the nape of his neck and pulling him impossibly closer.

I can’t get enough of this man. It will never be enough.

His cock is hard, pressing between us as we kiss like the world might end if we don’t. The ridge of it presses against my belly and I shift, gasping into his mouth at the gentle friction as he nudges a thick thigh between my legs. He smiles against my lips and I move a hand down, ghosting over the buckle of his belt to stroke him through his trousers.

He doesn’t remove his lips from mine, just moans into my mouth as my hand presses against him, and I’m the first to break the kiss. I tear my lips away from his, kissing down his jaw to his throat, nipping and sucking at the stubbled skin as he swallows hard and tips his head back.

“Amie.” My name is a strangled whisper. “Amie.”

“Shh,” I tell him, swiping my tongue across his Adam’s apple. His skin is warm, salty and rough with stubble and I can’t get enough. I nipwith my teeth and soothe with my lips. The way his throat works when he’s trying to keep it together drives me wild. I grasp his belt buckle and unfasten it, popping the button on his trousers and pushing them and his boxers together down his hips to release his erection.

He’s even bigger than I remember.

I take him in my hand and he gasps, a soft hiss falling from his lips as I swirl my thumb over the tip, spreading the bead of moisture and stroking my fingers all the way along the thick vein to his base, before cupping his balls lightly. God, he’s an absolute masterpiece.

And he’s hard as a rock.I did that.

I stroke him once, twice, and he moans, growing even thicker even my hand. Getting him hard is making me wet. Fuck, I can’t wait to take him in my mouth and taste him again. I can’t wait to have him inside me, stretching me, filling me so completely.

He tugs at the hem of my shirt, clumsy hands fisting at the soft cotton until I pull away, creating enough space for him to lift the tee over my head and reveal my chest. I’m not wearing a bra and his eyes widen as my breasts appear, bare and begging for attention.

He crushes his lips to mine again, just for a moment, then bends to close his lips around one of my nipples. I arch my back, pushing my chest into him, and cry out, the sensation almost too much to bear. He’s hardly touched me and I’m wound tight enough to snap already. His teeth graze the sensitive flesh and I gasp.

I need him. I pull his face to mine again and kiss him hard. I can’t get enough of his full lips, the way he tastes, so warm and masculine and Cam. He tastes like coming home. His cock presses into my belly, skin on skin, and we both gasp, pressing our bodies as close as they can get. He kicks his pants off his ankles and tears my leggings down my hips,relieving us of the final barriers between us. Then, I grasp him in my hand again and drop to my knees.

thirty-three

Cam

“Amie, Amie, Amie.” Ichant her name like a prayer, like it’s the only thing keeping me alive. Likeshe’sthe only thing keeping me alive.

“Be a good boy and fuck my mouth,” she demands as she releases me, then swirls her tongue around the head of my cock. Her hands follow her mouth until she closes her lips around me again, sliding all the way down. The sight of her pretty pink mouth on my cock is incredible and the feel of it is even better than I remember.

Just looking down at her on her knees is almost enough to make me blow my load already and she’s barely even begun. She smiles around my cock. The expression makes her lips squeeze slightly and my balls feel tight.

A strangled sound leaves my throat as she begins to move her head in and out, releasing me almost completely before sucking me back down to bump the back of her throat. My hips piston in time with her movements, almost of their own accord. Every muscle begins to tighten.Fuck.I haven’t come this quick since I was a teenager learning how to use my own hand but the way Amie’s tongue is sliding up and down, caressing the vein on the underside of my—

“I’m gonna come, Amie,” I warn her, and she looks up and winks. She fuckingwinksat me and I come hard enough to see stars, shooting hot cum straight into the back of her throat. She swallows it all, licking up every last drop from my tip, then stands to meet my eyes.

“You are fucking incredible,” I tell her, and crush my lips to hers. I can taste myself on her and the heady mix is exhilarating, intoxicating. It’s dizzying. I feel ten beers deep from one single kiss. I pull her body to mine, pressing us together, but I can’t get close enough. Amie lifts a leg and wraps it around my hip, her wet core rubbing against the base of my cock, and I’m hard again already. I think I always am for her.

“Did sucking me off make you wet, Amie?” I whisper, panting, as we break apart for air. Her hazel eyes burn, dark with lust.

“Yes,” she admits brazenly. “Everything about you makes me wet. I want you, Cam.”

I kiss her again, sucking at her lower lip and nipping it with my teeth before running my tongue over it to soothe the bite. She opens for me and our tongues slide over each other, rough textures with a smooth glide like they were made to fit together.

“Where do you want me, beautiful?” I ask, pulling away again.

“Everywhere,” she demands. “I want your mouth, I want your cock. I wantyou. Please, Cam.”

How can I say no when the most beautiful woman in the world is in my arms, begging me to fuck her? I spin us around so she’s against the wall, then sink to my knees, kissing a path between her tits and her stomach until I reach her pussy, brushing my palm over the dark strip of trimmed hair. She gasps at the contact, throwing her head back against the wall. She opens her thighs for me and I lift a leg, tossing it over myshoulder to gain better access. I move in and lick once, a long swipe of my tongue from her entrance to her clit, and she cries out.

This is what heaven tastes like.

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