“Amelia?”
I blink the haze away when I see Camden hovering over me, his lips wet, proof of why I fell unconscious. I hide my face in my hands, embarrassed of what just happened. “Oh my god, this is my worst nightmare.”
“Are you kidding? It’s a stroke on my ego. I made you orgasm so hard, you blacked out for few seconds. And can I just say,” he brings his mouth to mine and mutters, “You taste like heaven. You taste like mine. Taste yourself.”
He kisses me, parting my lips with his tongue, sharing what makes him so ravenous.
“Mmm,” I say in surprise when I like what I taste. I deepen the kiss, wanting more, but Camden pulls away, standing over me like a god. His abs gleam in the lowlight of my room and his cock is still hidden beneath those grey shorts.
There is a large wet spot on the front, pooling directly where his tip is.
My imagination was right about one thing. His cock is huge. His hand cups the large beast, giving it a good shake. “Take my pants off.”
I hurry to comply. Sitting up, I grab the waistband, but he pushes me back, stopping me from seeing his glorious dick.
“With. Your. Teeth.”
I hold my breath, staring at him with wide, naive eyes. How am I supposed to do that? His thumb slides along my jaw and with questions in my eyes, I lean forward, biting down on the material and pull. I move to his hip next, taking the material under the V and pull down again, giving a quick kiss of appreciation to the defined part of his body.
I do that for a few minutes. Going back and forth until the material is soaked with my spit and the base of his cock finally shows. I pull back, staring at the wellgroomed black bush above the wide base. It’s just one more tug and his cock is mine.
This time, I don’t listen. I grasp the cotton material in hang and yank, pulling the damn material to his knees. His shaft bobs free, slapping his pale thigh. I try and catch my breath when I see it hanging, beautiful and dooming all at once.
It’s so heavy it curves to the right slightly, hanging down instead of straight up. The tip is wide, matching how fat the root of him is. Two large veins pulsate, pumping it full of lustful blood.
But what sings the most to my carnality is the piercing at the tip. I can’t take my eyes off it. I never expected this. And this is why I wanted a man.
A boy would never dream of doing something like this. My nails trickle along his thighs, going up, up, and up until I cradle his heavy swollen orbs in my palm. I roll them and he lets out a guttural moan that vibrates his sack.
“You like that?” I whisper. My virgin uncertainty working its way through. “I love your hands on me. Now, give me that mouth. Make me cum.”
I lick my lips when my mouth nearly foams when I see a clear droplet of fluid at his slit. “I’ve never…”
“I know, sweetheart.” His knuckles graze my cheek and my eyes close from the gentle endearment. “It is what is going to make it so much better. The only cock your succulent mouth will ever see is mine. I’ll teach you.”
I take his cock in my hand, a good eight inches still sticking my fist as I guide the nearly purple head to my mouth. I dip my head just in time to catch the clear droplet before it falls. It lands on my tongue and my tastebuds explode from his flavor. A little salty, but savory too.
I want more. I wrap my lips around the crown, tracing the helmet of the head before I push down further.
“Oh, fuck yes. Just like that, sweetheart. You know exactly what I want. It’s why you were made for me.”
His words get me hot and makes my clit throb. I take my free hand and pleasure myself as I sink my lips further down his dick.
I can’t take it all. I gag and my eyes water when I go to far and it makes him shout, throwing his hands on my head and gripping my hair until my scalp stings. I hum and roll his balls and I can feel him losing control, losing sense of reality.
I don’t know if it’s in my head, but I swear his cock expands and he grabs my jaw, stopping me from moving. “I’m going to fuck your face, sweetheart and you’re going to take it.”
I nod, tears falling from the corner of my eye but not from sadness, just from my mouth being stuffed full and not being able to breathe. His hands land on either side of my head and keep me still. He thrusts his hips, slowly at first, testing to see how far he can go before I gag.
When he finds a good pace, his sack slaps the underside of my chin and he is cursing under his breath, groaning, grunting, saying my name, and then his hips stutter and he shouts, planting his cock deeper down my throat and for the first time, cum hits my tongue. Thick, creamy ropes of his seed slide down the back of my throat, warming my belly.
Camden pulls his cock from between my lips, still as hard as it was before. I lick my lips and lick his slit, playing with the piercing for a second as I gather more of cum. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” I tug the silver rod to see what happens and Camden hisses, yanking my head back by the thick of my hair. He wants to say something, but he seems lost in thought.
His pupils are dilated, making his beautiful eyes appear black instead of blue.
Sexual sin possesses him and it suits him.