Page 53 of Stitch
I went from cupping her ass cheeks to trailing my fingers between them, teasing her crack, and pulling her cheeks apart to tease at the hole I planned to take at some point. It wasn’t on her list, but she didn’t seem opposed to the idea, so it was definitely on mine. The one in my head, the one I’d started to list on my phone now that I’d warmed to the idea of sex again.
I pulled Camille’s legs apart, draping her over me like a wanton sex goddess, which she clearly was. Now that I had her spread out, I was able to dip my fingers lower, and tease between her legs. It wasn’t ideal, and I could only just reach, but all I had to do was get her wet enough, right?
One dip of my fingers between her pussy lips was enough, because the littlevixen was already wet, wasn’t she? I had a sneaking suspicion I knew exactly why.
“Camille?” My voice was a really low whisper, just in case she was still asleep, but I was pretty sure she was faking it at this point.
Her breathing wasn’t as deep as it had been before, and I had no idea when that had changed, probably during my awkward attempts to move her where I wanted her.
“If you’re awake, just keep pretending, girl. I need to get my dick in you in the worst fucking way.”
I was still whispering, but her breathing had definitely changed again, coming more rapidly now.
Hell. I took the plunge, and rolled us, taking her onto her back, as I grasped my dick and guided it between her slack legs as I covered her with my body.
One slick glide, and I was ‘balls deep’, and she was still faking it, her head tipped to the side. It was the slight curve of her lips that gave her away now.
“Such a wicked little minx, enticing me with that sleepy warm body, while she was awake and fucking loving every second of my touch.”
Her lips quirked a little more, but she clearly intended on faking sleep a little longer. I decided to test her resolve, and see how long she could keep up that façade.
Cammy
Iloved him fortrying. For trying to give me that forbidden wishlist item that I hadn’t even realised he’d seen. I’d woken almost instantly when he started trying to position me over his warm body. I’d been secretly hoping that he was about to mess with me while I slept, and then his fingers started teasing at my ass, and I couldn’t help how horny that made me. Even though he wasn’t actually going there, he was clearly planning something.
I don’t know when he realised I was awake, but I kept pretending, because it was adding to the fun for both of us. Stitch withdrew fully from me, and rammedin hard, while I tried not to react. It was so hard not to, because he was fucking me so forcefully that I wanted to grip his arms, and writhe with him, riding him as he rode me so hard.
Every time he slid out of me, I tried not to let out a whine of complaint, because I knew he was going to ram back inside me. The next time he withdrew, he moved up onto his knees, lifting my hips and dragging me up to meet him, and then he started jackhammering me. He was practically jarring my bones with each powerful thrust, and he was moving so fast I couldn’t even pretend anymore.
My breathing wasn’t breathing anymore. It was something more, something animalistic. Grunting noises, as every sharp crash of his body against mine literally pushed sounds out of me. When I met his eyes, he was grinning widely.
“Aw, sorry babe. Did I wake you?” I loved his wicked grin, as he continued to rail me, showing no mercy each time I gasped or whined in response to his thrusts.
I tried to answer as he slowed his thrusts, but each time I opened my mouth to speak, he hit me deep inside, and my words dissipated into a ragged response that could never be deciphered.
When Stitch suddenly pressed his thumb down on my clit, which he’d been routinely crashing against with his heavy thrusts, it was all I needed to send me over the edge, as every inch of me felt my orgasm blasting through me. I nearly bucked right out of his lap, and forced him out of me, as I came, and didn’t he look proud as fuck as he watched me.
“That’s my girl… taking my dick like a fucking goddess. Nearly crushed my dick when you just came. I can’t fucking believe you’re mine, Camille. How the hell did I get so damn lucky?” He was fucking me in ragged jerks now, as he chased his own release.
“I love you, Stitch, even if you did just disturb me from a great dream.”
His laughter chuffed out of him as he gripped my hips tighter, rocking into me several more times before he suddenly backed up and withdrew. He grabbed his dick, rubbing it as he ejaculated all over my pussy and my stomach.
“There we go… that’s my fucking goddess, covered in my cum, like the deliciously twisted little whore she is.”
His words shouldn’t have touched so deep inside me, but they did. Not just for the coarse words he used, but also because he sounded so fucking in love with me, thatit made my heart soar too. I might be a little whore, but I was his little whore, and so proud of that fact.
Stitch trailed his fingers through his cum on my skin.
“Will you hate me if I want you to sleep like this? I like the idea of you being marked as mine. No clearer signal to other men than you being covered in my cum, right?”
“What other men, Stitch?”
He kept his eyes on his fingers, as he smeared his cum all over my stomach, running his fingers up between my breasts.
“I know you’re a fucking catch, Camille, too good for me, by a long way. I’m too selfish to let you go though, because I see you as mine now. That sounds like some kind of caveman shit, doesn’t it? Like it should be a red flag for you, and I get that. I just can’t help it. I want to own you, want you as my old lady. I just want you.”
I wished I could be his old lady.
