Chapter 126 126. Naughty As Fuck
I crawled toward him. Arched my back the way I knew he loved, let my hair fall forward over one shoulder. His gaze tracked every movement-the sway of my breasts, the curve of my spine, the flex of my thighs.
"You move like sin itself," he said roughly, sinking onto the couch.
I settled between his spread legs, looking up at him through my lashes. His hand came down, fingers threading gently and reverently through my hair.
"Beautiful girl," he murmured. "My beautiful, perfect girl."
I nuzzled into his palm, the praise warming me from the inside out. Bracing my hands on his thighs, I rose up to capture his lips. He leaned down to meet me, but I dodged at the last second, teeth finding his throat instead.
His sharp inhale was gratifying. I bit down hard enough to hurt and make a point.
"That's for stopping," I whispered against his skin.
His hand cracked sharp across my ass, stinging yet perfect. Then he squeezed, digging his fingers into the flesh.
I didn't soothe the bite. Let it sting.
My tongue traced down his throat, over his collarbone, across his chest. I bit him again, on his nipples this time, just to hear him hiss.
My kisses moved lower, over his ribs, counting them with kisses, down the defined ridges of his abs. Each muscle jumped under my attention.
I reached his erection straining toward me even through the layers.
"You are naughty as fuck," I taunted as I slowly unbuckled his belt. Up next was the button, then the zipper, then his scent hit me. That masculine musk and arousal, heady, intoxicating.
I hadn't even seen his cock, but my mouth watered already. A dark spot marked his boxer briefs where he'd soaked through. I palmed him through the fabric, feeling him pulse against my hand.
"Enough teasing." His voice was gravel and needy.
Finally, I freed him. His flushed and leaking cock sprang up. Thick veins ran along the shaft, beautiful in the way only he could be.
I traced one vein with my fingertip, watching him grow impossibly harder, the shaft actually pulsing under my exploration.
"Camila." My name was a warning and a plea.
"Mm?" I circled the head with my thumb, spreading the bead of moisture gathered there.
"I need your mouth. Right now."
"Do you?" I brought his cock to my breast, dragged the tip across my nipple. It left my tits wet and glistening.
He groaned, deep and broken. "You're torturing me."
"Since you asked nicely..." My mouth sealed around his girth.
"Christ-!" His hips jerked forward, one hand cradling my head as his cock hit the back of my throat. I gagged prettily around him, tears welling as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder, his groans turning ragged. "Oh-god-Camila-"
Precum dripped onto my tongue when I pulled back to swirl my tongue around the tip, but he gave me no respite-fingers tightening in your hair as he thrust back in, fucking my face with slow, deep strokes.
"Look at you," he rasped, thumb wiping away a stray tear as I choked around him. "Taking my cock so well... you are a good girl, aren't you, mi Fiera?"
I could feel him getting close. His cock swelled thicker. His thrusts in my mouth became quicker.
"I'm..." thrust, "...coming" thrust "...gonna paint your sexy lips..."
I pushed his hand away and released his cock with a wet sound, then climbed onto his lap in one fluid motion. I sank down fast, taking his throbbing length to the root.
"Ah-" I hissed he sheathed in me in that one brutal sink, my nails clawing at his shoulders.
"Shit-Camila-" His hands flew to my thighs. "Ride me like you mean it baby," he dared, cock twitching in me as he released my hips. "Show me how bad you wanted this."
And I did.
Rolling my hips in slow, filthy circles at first, savoring the way his breath hitched when I clenched around him. But soon, the rhythm turned desperate; my nails raked down his chest as I bounced on his cock, his groans spurring me on.
He sat up abruptly, catching my lips in a savage kiss while his hands groped my ass, helping me move faster and deeper. The slap of skin grew louder, his muttered curses hotter:
"Fuck, feeling you clench-" His fingers dug into my hips again as he thrusted up to meet me, the angle hitting that sweet spot that made me sob his name.
I was close-so close-when he suddenly flipped me onto my back, hooking my legs over his shoulders as he pounded into me, claiming my mouth between each ragged breath.
"Come with me now, Fiera..." his own release barreled toward him as my walls fluttered around him.
I screamed his name against his lips while my body convulsed. He followed with a growl, pumping his cum deep inside before collapsing on me-both of us trembling, sweat-slicked, ruined.
I ran my hands over his back, through his damp hair. My lips kissed anywhere I could reach-his forehead, his hair, his jaw, his shoulder.
He lifted his head and met my eyes. The tenderness there stole my breath all over again.
"So much for dinner," I murmured against his lips, but he cut me off with a slow, sweet kiss.
"This was better than any meal." His smile was lazy satisfaction. "Although I should mention, you made that sound you claimed you don't make at least twenty-seven times."
I groaned, hiding my burning face in his neck. "I hate you."
"I love you too." He pressed a kiss to my temple.
"Unfortunately."