Page 128 of Hawaii Can Suck It

“I don’t think I’ve ever made it before.”

She’s watching my face, eyes locked on me, studying my reactions. If I could memorize this moment, I would—but fuck, I’m barely holding on.

“Do you want me to press harder?” she asks.

I don’t get a chance to respond before she squeezes tighter, her hands framing her breasts, amping up the friction, the heat.

I curse, every muscle in my body flexing, straining, desperate to make this last. But Cam? Not done ruining me. She leans forward, her lips parting—

And when I thrust again, she tilts her head up and licks my tip.

My brain goes into a frenzy.

“Cam, no,” I grit out, my fingers fisting the sheets.

“What?” she purrs, eyes locked on mine. “You don’t want to fuck my breasts and my mouth at the same time?”

She licks me again.

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, my control unraveling at the seams.

Thrust.

Her tongue flicks.

Thrust.

Another long lick.

“Baby, fuck,” I groan, moving faster, harder, trying to keep from absolutely losing my mind.

She’s watching me intently, like she knows exactly what I desire but haven’t said out loud.

That I need her.

That I want her.

That she’s mine.

And that I love her.

Cam angles her head, allowing my tip to pulse into her mouth with each pump.

She moans, loud and unapologetically sinful, sending a rumble straight to my cock. The vibration courses down my length, making my balls tighten with anticipation.

“Camila, baby, I—fuck, I’m gonna—”

She moans louder. Her teeth graze me. The slightest scrape.

And I lose it.

I pull back just in time and roar her name—my release painting her skin, claiming her while my entire body pulsates.

Cam arches her back, eyes fluttering shut. “God, yes. Cover me.”

My vision blurs at the sight of her, tits dripping in me, her lips glistening. I collapse forward, catching myself on my forearms, my face buried against her neck, panting.

“That was so fucking hot.”

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