Page 91 of Cross Check Daddies
Cam murmurs something against her ear, something only she hears. Whatever it is, it makes her whimper.
I suck, I lick, I tease until her hips are grinding, desperate and messy. She’s clenching around nothing, crying out, her breath ragged. I don’t stop until she’s gone—until she’s coming hard, thighs clamping around my head, body shaking.
Only then do I move back up her body, kissing her soft belly, then just under her navel, where I press my mouth and say, again, lower this time, “Ours.”
Her entire chest shudders.
Cam is already stroking her hair, brushing it back from her damp forehead. “Still okay?”
She blinks up at us, eyes glazed but shining. “Yeah. I’m—God, I’m perfect.”
There’s nothing frantic about what comes next. No rush. Just quiet awe. Cam undresses slowly while I keep her anchored with my body, mouth kissing a slow path from her navel to her ribs, over each breast, along her neck.
She reaches for both of us.
Cam’s hand finds hers first, fingers lacing together as he brings her knuckles to his lips. I settle between her legs again, kissing the inside of her thigh while her other hand threads into my hair, tugging gently.
We give her everything.
Cam gives her his mouth—his tongue dragging up her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive place behind her ear. He knows exactly where to kiss to make her body jerk, where to bite to make her whimper. His voice is low in her ear, filthy and loving all at once.
I give her my fingers first. Just two, slipping into that soaked heat while my tongue circles her clit in slow strokes. Her bodyarches, one thigh pressed to my shoulder, the other trembling against Cam’s chest.
She’s greedy for it—her hips moving in frantic little circles, grinding into my face, into my hand. Cam strokes his cock slowly where she can see it, heavy and flushed and leaking at the tip, and she reaches for him with a needy sound in her throat.
“I need you,” she pants, eyes locked on his cock like she’s starving.
He moves above her, not hurried but hungry, guiding the tip of his cock to her mouth. She opens for him instantly, tongue out, lips wet. He groans as she takes him deep, barely able to keep his composure as her mouth wraps around him.
“Fuck, baby. Just like that.”
I keep my mouth on her clit, tongue flicking and flattening while I curl my fingers inside her. She’s dripping now, slick pouring down her thighs, her moans muffled around Cam’s cock. She can’t stay still. Her whole body is a live wire—hips jerking, her free hand fisting the sheets as her thighs start to close around my head.
“Too much,” she gasps when she pulls back from Cam’s cock for air, voice wrecked. “It’s too much—I’m gonna?—”
And then she comes again. Hard.
It slams into her so fast, so deep, her body locks up, and her mouth falls open in a soundless cry. Her cunt clenches around my fingers, sucking me in, pulsing with every wave. I slow down, coax her through it, gentle now, letting her ride it out while Cam strokes her face, kisses her forehead.
She’s dazed when we switch positions.
Cam moves between her legs, not asking—just waiting. I hold her thighs open, watching the way she looks up at him, pupils blown wide, lips parted.
“Can I?” he whispers.
She nods. No hesitation. “Yes. Give me your cock. I need it.”
He lines himself up and pushes in slowly, letting her stretch around him inch by inch until he bottoms out. She makes this soft, choked noise—half-pain, half-pleasure—and clutches at my arm like she needs something to hold onto.
He’s thick inside her, buried to the hilt, and her body shudders trying to take it.
“That’s it,” I whisper, brushing her hair back. “Take him, baby. You can take all of it.”
She breathes through it, then begins to move—rocking her hips, pulling Cam deeper. He’s panting now, thrusts long and slow at first, then rougher as she begs for it.
I climb up beside her, letting her pull my cock into her hand. She strokes me fast, messy, her wrist slick from her own arousal, eyes flicking between us.
“I want both,” she whispers. “Please.”
