My breasts shook, shivers of pleasure running through my spine as he worked me. His hands grabbed my ass tight and pressed my pussy harder against his tongue, the warm wetness of his practiced mouth running circles around my body. I wanted him badly but couldn’t move, could only stand with my back pressed against the rough wood while Camden’s mouth worked my clit. He was in control and we both knew it.
“Fuck, Camden,” I moaned.
He looked up at me, grinning. “Having trouble keeping quiet?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
He stood up, pressing his mouth against mine. I fumbled at his pants, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down. I felt his cock hard in my hand, huge and stiff. I began to stroke him and he grunted in response.
“This what you been dreaming about?” he asked as his fingers found my spot again.
“Every day,” I said.
“I’ve been dreaming, too. I’ve been dreaming about plunging my big dick into your little pussy over and over again. I’ve been dreaming about making you come, screaming.”
“Sounds like a good dream.”
“I want to do so much more. I want to come in that pretty mouth. I want to kiss every inch of your body. I want to get you off again and again until you can barely stand, let alone think.”
“I want you,” I groaned.
He reached down and grabbed his wallet, pulling out a condom.
I put my hand over his and shook my head. He raised an eyebrow.
“Like it’s our last day on earth,” I said.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. I want to really feel you.” I paused, biting my lip. I’d never done anything like this before, but it was a serious possibility that we were both going to die in the next few hours. And plus, I knew that I loved him, knew that there wasn’t anyone but him. “I trust you,” I said, and knew it was true.
He nodded, something coming over him, and dropped the condom onto the ground. He grabbed my hips and turned me around, spreading my legs open. I put my hands against the wall as he slowly teased my entrance with his cock.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” he whispered deliciously into my ear.
“Yes. Please. Fuck me.”
His cock slid deep inside me, skin on skin. I gasped and tossed my head back.
It filled every inch. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to keep quiet as he began to rock back and forth, sliding himself in and out of my soaked-through pussy. He grabbed my tits and started to move faster.
I moaned, my forehead up against the rough wood wall. His fingers found my clit as he began to thrust harder.
“Shit, you’re even tighter than the first time,” he grunted.
“Camden,” I groaned. “Holy shit.”
“You’re soaked, too. You dirty girl. You really have been thinking about this.”
“You got me this way.”
“Damn right.” He grabbed my hair, pulling it gently. “I get you this way.”
“There,” I gasped as he plunged all the way deep into me. “Right there.”
“Is that it?” He rocked back and forth, grinding his cock deep inside me, his fingers rubbing my clit. “Is that what you want?”
“Oh shit yes. Keep doing that.”
He fucked me rougher then, keeping deep inside me. He thrusted hard, and I relished the rough feel of him against my ass, his strong hands on my hair and my tits, working my body like I was the only thing in the world.
“This little pussy is mine,” he whispered harshly in my ear. “This tight little pussy is mine.”
I worked my hips back against him, loving the feel of him bare in my pussy, desperate for him. I knew it really might be our last time together, and I wanted to relish every moment.
“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, I’m yours. I’ll always be yours.”
His hands gripped my hips and he began to fuck me deep and hard and rough. I felt the pleasure overwhelm me, my body turning nearly weak as he worked the spot masterfully.
“Shit,” I groaned. “I can’t.”
“Go ahead. Come for me, Lacey.”
My whole body shook as the orgasm overtook me. I felt like I was melting into the morning, his cock thrusting deep and hard, his fingers working my clit. I gasped and moaned loudly, not caring how loud I was. I couldn’t hold back, not this time.
I came and came, deep and heavy waves of pleasure rolling up and down my spine.
I loved it. I needed it. I needed him. If this was the last orgasm I’d have, it was a pretty damn incredible last one.
“Shit, girl,” he said. “You drive me insane.”
As the orgasm subsided, he pulled out and spun me around. I let out a surprised sound as he hooked his arms under my legs and hoisted me up, pushing my back against the wall.