Page 18 of Harvest Brew With the Mountain Man
I take an assful in my hand and massage before sliding my hand in deeper until I feel her wet opening.
“Fuck, baby,” I rasp. I tease her opening.
Camille devours my mouth again. What started as an intimate kiss turns deep and full of passion. Her hands reach down and unbutton my jeans. Before I can protest, she reaches in, bypasses my briefs, and takes my hardened cock that’s saluting her in hand and pumps.
“Fuck,” I cry out, overstimulated. My hips shoot up into hers, making both of us cry out louder.
“Cami, I’ll come if you keep doing that,” I pant.
“Good,” she says, licking behind my ear at a sensitive point. “Take me with you. I need you, West. Please. I want you.”
“Shit,” I cough when she squeezes her palm around my tip.
“I want to rub my clit on your bare cock, West. Please, give it to me,” she bites my neck.
Holy shit.Who is this woman?
She’s already pulling my jeans down. I instinctively lift my bottom half, helping her tuck my jeans and briefs under my balls. She pulls back and looks down, taking my cock in both hands.
“Damn, you’re thick and long.” Precome shoots out. “If I weren’t about to come, I’d take you in my mouth.”
“For fuck’s sake, Pixie.” I smack her ass, needing to take control again, or I’ll leave her without finishing.
I stand, taking her with me, only to turn us and lie on top of her on the mouth. I pull her leggings down.
“You’re not wearing underwear under these?” My body is trembling, on the brink of release.
She takes my hips and pulls me back over her body. The moment my naked cock sinks between her bare, wet lips, we both moan. Loud.
“Oh, God. Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, rubbing her drenched clit up and down my shaft.
We’re both messy and haven’t even come yet. I grab her thigh, high by her hip, and wrap it tightly around my waist. I kiss her with everything I have. Tongue, teeth, lips, we’re ravaged by this need.
I thrust between her lips, bumping her clit with my tip, then sliding my shaft against it. At one point, I almost nudge into her pussy. Growling, I pull the tip out and focus on keeping it between her lips instead.
“Fuck me, West. Fuck me,” she cries wildly into my mouth.
“Not yet, baby. Not yet,” I pant. “Come for me, Pixie. Drench my cock with it.”
“Dirty me up, West. I want your come all over me.”
I bite her neck, feeling my spine tighten up. “Dirty fucking mouth.” Our bodies chase almost desperately the high of release. Camille wraps both legs around my waist, and her body stiffens before she cries out my name, and it’s the most fucking beautiful sound I’ve heard.
My balls pulse, and a delicious heat rushes up my cock before my body locks and I explode.
“Camile,” I choke, my hips losing rhythm as I shoot come all over her slit and stomach that’s exposed from my sweatshirt riding up.
I curse, my body collapsing half over hers. She holds me tightly against her. Both of us struggle to catch our breath. The world at my back is cool and crisp, but between our bodies, it’s an inferno keeping us warm.
I press delicate kisses of adoration over her neck, chin, cheek, then an intimate kiss on her lips that says, thank you. We keep our lips pressed together as she cups my cheek.
When I pull back, what I see turns my world upside down. Love-drunk, hooded eyes look back at me. Her expression is serene. Something clicks into place in my chest. The world makes sense. Life feels different in an instant.
I wasn’t sure this would happen for me. I’ve seen it take down my brothers one by one. In this moment, I get it. This woman in my arms is mine. And I am hers. I brush her hair off her eyes. Camille leans her face into my touch.
“Hi,” she whispers.
Fuck. I’m falling for my best friend’s little sister.
