Page 9 of A Boy Is a Gun: Part II
His tongue rapidly assaulted my clit.His mouth was so hungry for me, devouring all of me, and holding me down so I couldn’t resist.He fucked me with his fingers, and now his tongue.If I were a good girl,his good girl,I would get what I really wanted next.
If only I had trusted him with my life first.
“I fucking trust you!”I screamed before I came.It wasn’t a lie, and Cameron’s chuckled response knew it wasn’t.The orgasm wrapped around my body, leaving me in a crumpled heap on the sofa.Waves upon waves of pleasure assaulted my body as I whimpered and moaned.
Cameron undid his pants long enough to pull out his hardened cock, and he swiftly entered me.My wet and tight pussy welcomed his long, thick cock.We moved in unison, stealing kisses and staring into each other’s eyes.
“There you go,” Cameron feathered my face with small kisses, “taking my dick so well.”
“Just like you taught me, baby?”My pussy clenches tighter around him, pulling him in deeper.
“Just like that,” he moaned.Cameron thrusts faster, buckling his hips against mine.I clutched at his arms, lightly scratching them as he encouraged me to come on his dick again.
“Cam...I...I...”I couldn’t get the words out before the second orgasm took over my body, coating his dick with my come, and screaming his name.Cameron thrust a few more times before he pulls out, and covers my pussy with streaks of his hot come.
He collapses on top of me and we laid together, breathless and spent.I don’t know what the future will bring us, nor do I know how long Cameron’s revenge tour will last.I just hope the damage is minimal.
For our sake.
Five
Taylor
One day, I’m goingto understand this new place we’re living in finally.
It’s a complex so big and luxurious, even the 24-hour gym is on a completely different floor.The complex came with its security and concierge, and even delivery drivers aren’t allowed to go past the front gate; they have to drop the food and packages off in a different locked area.
It has a rooftop park with a swimming pool, panoramic views of Atlanta, and even a wet bar.It also has a spa, yoga classes, and a kiddie gym for Mia and her friends.And conveniently, it’s less than a ten-minute drive to Fresh Espresso.
Yet, I always seem to get lost.
It’s not like my condo is on the top floor, and it’s just a straight shot.I have to turn a couple of corners before I can get to it once I leave the elevator.I’m glad I don’t need to lug Mia’s car seat everywhere like I used to, or this would suck.
The fun part about co-parenting with agoodpartner is that whatever I have here at home for Mia, Cameron makes sure he has the same at his home.I don’t have to pack extra diapers, clothing, or even breast milk.Everything is the same.
Of course, everything is different as well.I haven’t physically seen Cameron since the wedding, and I’m not sure if I want to.We talk often, and he always sends me videos of how Mia is doing when she’s in his care.
