Page 67 of Cut up
She’s wearing that tight black singlet, a tiny denim skirt, and the necklace I gave her.
The sight of her in something I picked out—it does something to me. She’s worn it every day since I gave it to her, and yeah, it means something. Maybe more than it should.
She steps between my legs to get to the front of me, wedging herself between the chair and counter. Her tits are in my face. I try to look anywhere else, but my eyes betray me, dragging over her curves before I can stop them.
Fuck—my control’s gone. Completely gone. She’s sofuckinghot. She’s so close,touchingme, her scenteverywhere, and my cock’s already reacting—I can’t help it.
She looks into my eyes, and something in the air changes. Her breathing picks up like she feels it too.
She whispers. “I’m done… what do you think?”
She’s still blocking the mirror, and I can’t see shit.
“I love it.” I say anyway, even though I don’t actually know yet. It doesn’t matter. I’m sure I will.
My restraint is crumbling. I told myself I’d wait until she asked, until I was sure she wanted this—but I can’t stop myself from running my fingers along the backs of her thighs.
She shivers, swallowing as her eyes flutter shut.
When she opens them again, there’s something different in her gaze. Determination. Hunger.
“Fuck it.” I start to pull her closer, but she moves on her own—climbing into my lap. She gasps when she feels how hard I am beneath her, then rocks her hips down with a soft, desperate sound that wrecks me.
“Fuck, Camille.” I groan, burying my face in her neck. She grabs my jaw, kissing me like she’s been starving for it. Rough, sweet and desperate all at once.
Her restraint’s gone too. She’s grinding on me and there’s way too much fabric between us.
“I can’t stay away from you Lucas. I want you,now.” There it is, the confirmation. I needed to hear it.
I push her underwear aside, fingers sliding into her wet, hot heat.She’s soaked.Fuck. She has the most perfect pussy. I touch her clit and she moans, fumbling with my shorts until my cock springs free. My heart is beating out of my chest.
“I haven’t been with anyone else since we—”
“Neither have I.” She interrupts. “I’m on the pill too,” she’s breathless. “And I’m clean.”
I know what she wants—she wants mebare.
I want nothing more than to feel her heat without anything between us, no barriers.
“I’m clean too.” I murmur and press my mouth to hers again.
She wraps her hand around me, lining me up. She lowers herself down onto my cock. Inch by inch.
“Fuck, I forgot how big you are.” She moans against my lips.
“Take it slow, Angel. No rush. You feel so fucking good.” My voice is strained, barely holding it together as her pussy clenches around me, feeling everything.
She sinks down fully, seating herself with a small smile, then starts moving—rising and falling on me, her rhythm messy and perfect.
“You’re so wet, so fucking tight around me. It’s like your body was made for mine.” I grip her ass to help guide her. The feel of her wrapped around me is like nothing I can explain.
Her underwear is soaked, pushed to the side and clinging.
I grab the fabric and rip—it slides down one of her legs. She laughs between kisses, riding me harder.
I move my hand to her clit, the other still on her ass, as her thighs begin to tremble.
“Let me, baby,” I squeeze her tighter. “Let me move you.”
