Page 89 of How to Lose a Pack in 10 Dates

She parts her thighs, and her scent hits me as I settle between her legs.

I drag my mouth up the soft skin of her inner thigh, savoring the way she squirms under the attention. Her fingers dig into Cam’s forearm where he’s still holding her close, murmuring praises I can’t quite make out but feel deep in my gut.

“I’ve got you, baby,” I tell her. “Just relax. Gonna taste every fucking inch of you.”

Finally, I reach her center—and fuck, she’ssoaked. Shining and ready and waiting for me.

I press a kiss to her pussy, and she jolts, her hips rising off the bed. I hold her steady with both hands on her thighs as I run my tongue over her cunt. My eyes close as she whimpers, her thighs trembling on either side of my head.

“I’ve been dying to do this again,” I groan. “You tastesogood.”

Cam’s hand slides down to her thigh, spreading her wider for me, and she cries out.

“There you go,” he says. “That’s it. Let go for us.”

I keep licking and circling, stroking her with my tongue. Cam's still whispering to her, calling her good, calling her sweet. His free hand strokes her stomach, her breast, her throat—touches meant to remind her she’s safe, that we’ve got her.

“That’s it, Aims,” I tell her. “You’re ours, baby. All fucking ours.”

Her slick floods over my tongue, and I swear I could die happy right here. Her thighs try to close around my head, but I hold her steady, unrelenting—

Then glance up at Cam.

He’s watching her intently; his jaw tight, grip borderline possessive.

I grin, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You want a taste?”

His gaze snaps to mine, dark and heated as Aimee makes a soft, needy sound. Her hips are still twitching, and Cam swallows hard.

“Yeah,” he says.

I nod toward the pillows. “Lie back.”

He hurriedly rolls onto his back, settling in against the headboard with his arms stretched out, muscles tense beneath his skin. His cock is straining through his boxers, but he doesn’t reach for it.

“C’mere, baby,” I murmur, turning to Aimee and running a hand down her spine. “Over him.”

Her pupils dilate at the suggestion.

“You want that?” I ask gently. “Letting Cam taste how sweet you are?”

She nods immediately. “Yes.”

I guide her gently, then help her spin around so her back is facing the headboard, her thighs straddling Cam’s chest, her palms braced wide on his thighs for balance as she hovers over him. She’s flushed, still wrecked from my mouth, but there’s hunger in the way she moves: less tentative, more need.

Cam looks up at her cunt like she’s something holy.

“Fuck, look at you,” I murmur, trailing my fingers up her thighs as she shifts into position. “So desperate for more.”

Cam’s eyes remain locked on her, his voice full of awe. “You sure, sweetheart?”

Aimee lets out a sharp breath, then nods, breathless. “Yeah. I… I want to.”

Then she lowers herself onto his face the last inch, letting her soaked cunt brush across his mouth.

The groan Cam lets out is borderlineobscene. His tongue is on her immediately, his grip tightening around her hips as he groans into her, and Aimee gasps and bucks forward, already shaking. Her hands scramble, one reaching back to clutch Cam’s hair, the other smoothing down his stomach.

Her hips stutter forward again, and the whole bed creaks.

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