Chapter 78: How Do You Like It, Sir?
Chapter 78: How Do You Like It, Sir?
Camila
Using his grin as my way in, my tongue finally slipped past and the taste of mu released and a distant flavor of cherry coming from his mouth. His tongue danced against mine, still demanding control even with me on top and slowly rocking against the bulge in his lap.
I fought his attempt to take over though, but it was a near guarantee he would overpower me at any moment. But for now, I fought it. Our kiss was frantic and slightly messy but I refused to back down nor submit to his need of taking control. It was clear that he liked this but liked it even more when a gasp forced its way past my lips as he cheated and pinched a still sensitive nipple between his fingers.
In retaliation, I ground down hard against his lap, rubbing my completely naked pússy against his dick. When I could sense that wild kiss was about to become a losing battle for me, I pulled away, panting. My lips instantly moved to his jawline, nipping and my tongue darting out to lick in the process.
I earned a small groan from him as I sucked a spot right below his ear and it was enough to make my stomach pool with desire, feeling myself becoming soaked already.
"Camilla?" His voice came out as a slight warning as my hand dropped down between us, purposely avoiding the outline of his dick and instead lightly touching the sharp V-line of his hips.
"Sir?" I countered but when his arm moved down and grabbed my ass hard, the awakening of the burning sensation from my spanks had me second guessing how far I wanted to go with his teasing.
The look he gave me made the decision for me as my hand retreated to the left and the second one moved down and toying with the bottom of his shirt. Making the smart move, I slip my hands under the hem and sliding them his body with the t-shirts caught between my fingers.
I couldn't help it when I pulled his shirt completely away from his neck and licked my lips as I watched more and more inked skin come into my view with every second. He didn't hesitate to help me as I pulled the final inch of his shirt up and over his head, leaving his entire chest bare and exposed to my greedy gaze.
I made a mental note to ask about a specific tattoo later that caught my attention but right now, the only real thought on my mind is making this handsome man before me feel good. Returning my lips now to the other side of his neck, I didn't waste a second before sucking and licking the most sensitive spots on his skin, making sure to leave marks of my own along the way.
By the time I began to focus on his collarbone and his chest, my hands already moved on their own accord and my body physically aching for every single part of our bodies to be exposed to each other with nothing but our skin separating us. Continuing to work my mouth along his body, I desperately fumble with his belt, pulling at the clasp and undoing his zipper easily.
This time when I lifted my hips off him, he didn't protest and I instantly took the advantage to add space between us. I want him now. Now wanting to miss a single part of him, I continue to plant a trail of kisses all the way down his defined chest, only stopping when my mouth hovers directly over the strained part of his pants.
Smiling up at him, I held his eye contact as my two hands pulled down his pants until they were around his ankles and he kicked them off fully with his feet and left him only in his boxers. Is it possible for me to be a switch because I feel my lust go wild at the sight of him looking down at me, needing me to relieve the intense pressure that his own body is currently feeling?
The power is intoxicating, I am sure he would argue that he holds every ounce of it. Based on the way he is looking at me now, I am not sure if I could even argue. I can't bring myself to look away from his face as my hand lowers down to his díck, gently squeezing and running my grip all the way up the length of him and my eyes widened a little at the mere size.
While his boxers remained on, there was no question about it that he is going to split me in half with his size. As if understanding where my thoughts traveled to, he let out a prideful smirk, knowing he not only has the size but unspoken promise that he knows how to use it too. I shivered at the thought, bringing my mouth down and planting a single kiss to where I predicted his tip would be, enjoying the way his eyes darken and his hips pushed up into my hand.
I already know I am going to enjoy every moment of this when I give him the permission to use me in the rough way he clearly desires. Not being able to help myself, I look down to watch as my hands hook into the waistline of his boxers, his erection pulling out and slapping against my stomach.
"Holy Moses!" I gasped as his full size and length came into view.
My eyes flickered back up to him as I laid down on my front, my body nestled comfortable between his legs. Each of his breaths have gotten heavier, the muscles in his stomach clenching and flexing as if it were taking everything in him to not just go grab me and shove himself all the way down my throat. I don't think I could even if I wanted to.
My fingers shook a little but I brought my hand to the base of his díck, moving in a slow and torturous upwards stroke. The skin was soft against my small hand and hard as steel beneath. When I repeated the same teasing motion, I felt him move a little bit under me in impatience but I just smiled up at him.
"How do you like it, sir?" I asked with a breathy voice, forcing away the urge to slip my own hand down and fingers myself from the mere sight of this man alone.
Wrapping my hand all the way around his cock, I kept my grip feather light as I squeezed ever so slightly, red hot need washing over me. His hips thrust upwards at the action, forcing my hand down his díck. The pass over him was too light though to give him even a spark of the pleasure he was looking for and I already knew it. Deciding to give him just an ounce of the teasing he made me endure, I stroked him again and made sure to tighten my grip more this time, savoring the sight of his lip unconsciously pulling between his teeth. The faintest sign of a flush appeared on his cheeks but still, it wasn't enough for him.
Only when I heard a moan left his mouth, making me melt to his every desire will give him what he is looking for. Finding his gaze fixed solely on my hand, I pumped his length again, squeezing hard and adding just a little more pressure as my thumb grazed the sensitive underside of his díck.
Reacting as I had hoped, my free hand came down and pinned a hand to his hips, feeling him trying to arch off the mattress again. I don't want him under my control, I want him so worked up that in the end he will unleashed, taking every bit of that energy out on me, fucking the living life out of me.
Slowly moving one of my hands from his hips, I bring it down to his balls, squeezing them gently and eliciting a loud and full moan that turns everything in my body molten. I was desperate to hear more, needed to hear more and my wetness surging and making my thighs slick with my own arousal.
Determined, I tested the water between us, twisting my fist hard around his swollen head, my thumb sliding across the small slit and smearing the bead of moisture already gathered there. He didn't bother to hide his deep sounds of pleasure, allowing me to hear just how much I was affecting him. That in itself was a turn on for me that caused me to purr, letting go of his díck and bringing my thumb up to my mouth.
I held his eye contact as I made a show of sucking his precum into my mouth, my legs pressing together at the slightly salty taste of him on my tongue. This man was intoxicating me with every part of him, even though I am the one touching him.
It has always been like this, I have ever felt and worked up like this ever.
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