With her knees at the sides of my face, I ran my hands down them as I delved deeper. I kissed her, and sucked her, and licked her. I swirled my tongue inside of her, up and down, then sucked on her hard little button. She screamed brokenly and her thighs tightened around my head, holding me in place as she began grinding herself into my mouth. I wished I could reach my cock. I wished I could grip it hard and jerk it harshly. I wanted to come so bad that I almost forgot what I was doing.
Camilla worked herself into me as I ate her. She loved this as much as I did. My hands reached back and found her soft, tight ass. I dug my fingers in, squeezing hard. I pulled back to growl, “God, you’re so fucking sweet. I could eat your pussy all day long, baby.”
I couldn’t begin to tell you how many women I have said that exact line to in the past four years. I couldn’t tell you, because it was almost every time. And that was a lot of occasions. Well into the thousands. They were just words, but the women liked them.
My lips sealed over her sweet spot and I sucked hard. Camilla whined softly then louder and louder. Her legs tightened around my head harder and harder, till she let out a hoarse yell. I licked at her entrance and felt it pulse against my tongue.
Oh, yeah. That was the shit right there.
Before she could recover from her orgasm, I reached under the pillow and pulled out the condom Camilla let Candy know would be there, ripped it open with my teeth, and then pushed her back on the bed as I sheathed myself. She collapsed, completely slumped. I smirked at her limp body, knowing this was exactly what she needed.
With my throbbing cock in hand, I stepped off the bed and stood at the side of it. In one quick movement, I hooked an arm under Camilla’s belly and pulled her back to the edge of the bed I stood at. I arranged her as I wanted her; she didn’t need to do a thing.
I placed her knees at the edge of the bed and helped her to rest on her hands. I liked doggy and knew she liked it too. True, I wasn’t exactly sticking to the script, but I was sure if Camilla didn’t like this she would tell me.
My hand came down on her ass cheek and the slap echoed throughout the room. Crack! Left then right. Over and over till her body squirmed. I grasped my cock then ran it through her nectar, lubing so this would be as pleasurable for me as it was for her.
I pressed my groin to hers, leaning over her to run my hand up her back and press gently between her shoulders. She understood and lowered her face to the bed, her ass in the air.
The head of my cock slipped inside of her and she gasped, “Oh, God.”
She was a religious little thing. But God wasn’t going to help her today. I teased her, lightly moving the tip in and out, sliding fully out of her and rubbing my engorged head against her puffy lips.
I gave myself a mental pep talk. Don’t forget…this is about her. This is about her. This is about her.
God, I was a horny toad.
Slowly, I drove my length inside of her without pause, needing her to feel every single inch as it penetrated. She panted breathlessly and I felt her pain, the need to go at it rough and hard. Bottom to groin, she was fully impaled on me, and it felt great.
A rough rumble came out of me. “You ready, baby?”
Her response came in the form of her ass pushing back against me as she moaned long and low.
Pulling out almost completely, I thrust back inside of her warm pussy. Her moans drove me. With every needy keen, I thrust harder, then faster. Before long, I held her hips as I powered into her. I was ready to blow, my movements becoming irregular and jerky. Then Camilla’s back bowed and her body went rigid. She did this soundlessly, but after a few more seconds of pounding into her, I felt her clamp around me erratically.
That was all I needed. The light turned green and I sped off to the homestretch. Placing an arm under her belly, I pressed my chest into her back, restricting her movement and thrusting into her wet core hard and deep.
It didn’t take long before I felt the telltale tingles at my lower back. My vision went black as I thrust deeper and deeper before finally, colored spots danced behind my eyelids a moment before my body went stiff. I held my breath and gritted my teeth as my cock jerked inside of Camilla, filling the condom with come.
I held Camilla in my arms a good thirty seconds before I could move again. I slipped out of her and gently lay her on the bed, covering her with a sheet. She sighed dreamily, and I knew she would be asleep by the time I came out of the bathroom.
That was one of the reasons I liked Camilla. There was never an awkward goodbye. She fell asleep and I left. Till next time.
Making my way to the bathroom, I cleaned myself up and dressed, then quietly made my way to the door. I listened to the soft snoring of Camilla as I made my exit. I left my key on the table by the TV and closed the door behind me.
I stood in the hall, rubbing the back of my neck. I was officially fatigued, drained, and yet, I wanted to know if Maya was awake. I wanted to hear her voice before I went to sleep.
The first thing I did when I pulled into my building was turn on my cellphone. I didn’t even think before I called.
She sounded groggy, as if I had just woken her. “Quinn?”
Shit. I hadn’t checked the time before I dialed. I pulled my phone away from my ear and saw the time.
1:32 a.m. Yeah. Shit is right.
“Hey, sorry I woke you. I just wanted to check on you, see if you were okay.”
She sounded confused and adorably sleepy. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
I wouldn’t scowl. I wouldn’t. “You didn’t call.”
I heard ruffling in the background as I imagined she sat up. “I know. I sent you a text.”
Then I did scowl. “No, you didn’t.”
She argued right back. “Uh, yes, I did.”
“Didn’t.”
“Did!”
I fought a sigh. This was going nowhere fast. “Would I be calling to make sure you were okay if you had sent me a text?”
She paused. “Hold on a second.” She pressed buttons on her cell and I pulled it away from my ear as it beeped again and again. She muttered, “Shit,” then came back sounding apologetic. “You’re right. I did write out the message, but it’s still sitting in my drafts. I must’ve never hit send. Sorry, Cap’.”
I smiled at one of my many nicknames. “It’s all right. I really just wanted to make sure something hadn’t happened to you.”
Her voice came across pleased. “You didn’t need to do that.”
My response was immediate. “I wanted to.”
She swallowed hard then replied softly, “I’m okay.” Then she paused a moment before whispering, “Goodnight, Quinn.”
My heart skipped a beat, and it shocked me. “Sweet dreams, babe.”
She hung up and, looking down at my phone, I thought about the husky sweetness of her voice. I’d bet my life she had a soft pink blush on her cheeks.
It took me five minutes of thinking to realize I had been standing outside my front door, in the hall the entire time.
Chapter Sixteen
Mia
After Quinn called, it took over an hour for me to find sleep again. I couldn’t stop thinking about the rough lilt of his voice. Past memories assaulted me.
Coming home for Christmas had been a mistake. I did this every year, and every damn year, I regretted it.
Losing weight hadn’t been easy, but in the past year, I had lost nineteen pounds. Sure, it didn’t look like I had lost much, or even anything, but I felt better about myself and was proud of my willpower.
I didn’t drink. I didn’t smoke. I didn’t do drugs. But I ate. And having a food addiction was so much more severe than any other addiction, I thought, because food was available anywhere and everywhere. Years back, I would spend nights going to the gym then leaving just to be tempted by burger joints on the way home. There I would be, in my gym clothes, eating a burger in a dark part of the parking lot, feeling ashamed.