Chapter 25 #2
Her hands go to her breasts, and she plucks at her dusky peaks, rolling and tweaking them between her fingers. I squeeze my cock at the base, holding myself back. I don’t want to come like some teenage boy just by watching her play with her tits.
“Then I rid you of your bra and go to your panties. I drop to my knees between your thighs and press my nose to the silky material and inhale the scent of your arousal. Fuck, it makes me so hard, I think I’m going to come.”
Camile parts her thighs and slides her hand between her legs. Her fingers press over the top of her panties, and her hips undulate, seeking pleasure.
“I press my tongue to the material and find it wet, so I suck it into my mouth so I can taste you. Then I roll the panties down your thighs and hook them off your feet, and I press your legs apart so I can see your pussy all splayed out for me.”
On the couch, Camile rolls her panties off her legs and then parts them as wide as she can, exposing her pussy to me. Holy fuck, she’s so beautiful. Puffy and pink, wet and glistening. My mouth waters, and I fight every instinct not to sink to my knees and feast on her.
“Is this okay, Jack?” she asks, her eyes still wide and innocent, despite her current position. “Tell me it’s okay.”
We shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t go back now. “Yes, Baby-girl. You’re fucking perfect. Keep going.”
She slides her fingers over her pussy, between her lips to her entrance.
She dips inside herself briefly, letting out a gasp, and then draws the moisture to circle her clit.
I’m fucking dizzy with arousal—all the blood in my body must have gone to my cock.
I don’t think I’ve ever experienced this kind of lust before.
My daughter’s best friend, naked and fingering herself on my couch, while I know I can’t touch her.
I can’t go to her and take what I need—what we both need.
“Don’t stop, Jack,” she says, her voice all husky and sexy. “I need to hear what it’ll feel like when you fuck me.”
Jesus Christ.
“I lick you and tongue fuck you until you’re right on the edge, and then I move up your body.
I hold my cock around the base and press the head against your sweet, wet pussy.
You’re dripping for me, but you’re so fucking tight and I’m so big, I don’t know if you’re going to be able to take me.
I kiss your mouth and tell you what a good girl you are and how well you’re doing. ”
Her fingers move between her thighs, her stomach tenses, and her tits rise and fall. Her breathing grows ragged, her lips parted. The back of her head falls to the cushions behind her.
“Oh, Jack. Oh, fuck.” She’s fucking her fingers now, riding her hand. But she somehow keeps her eyes on me, locked on my hand working my cock the same way I’m fixated on her hot, young body.
“But you’re stretching around me so perfectly, Baby-girl. You don’t realize that you’re made for me, and once I’ve felt your pussy gripping my cock, I’m never going to want to be near another woman.”
She’s letting out little cries now; her movements grow faster, and so do mine. My thumb flicks the ball piercings through my cockhead, and my balls tighten into my body. I’m so close, but I don’t want this to end.
“I drive deep inside you, and you cry out, but I cover your mouth with mine and swallow your screams. I thumb your clit as I slide out again, and you watch, your pussy stretching so beautifully for me, then I slam back in. God, you feel incredible, Baby-girl. I love everything about you. The sounds you’re making.
The way you feel. The scent and taste of your skin.
I want to lose myself in you and never come up for air. ”
She shatters, her back arching, her eyes finally squeezing shut.
She jams her hand between her legs, riding out her orgasm, and I picture the way her pussy must be pulsing around her fingers.
Somehow, I manage to hold back on my own climax, but I’m teetering right on the edge.
Perhaps I should have given in and come at the same time she did, but I want her to see this.
I want her to understand exactly what she does to me.
I haven’t finished, not just yet.
“Baby-girl,” I growl. “I feel you coming around my cock. The way your pussy flutters along my shaft, and I know you’re milking me for my cum.
” I work my fist harder, making thwacking sounds of skin on skin.
“And I want to fill you up, so badly, to bathe your womb in my cum, to make me a part of you.” I lose it. “Oh, fuck—"
She reacts to my need and pushes herself off the couch. She drops to her knees directly in front of me. Still sticking to her promise of us not touching each other, she opens her mouth as wide as she can and tilts her chin up to me.
I can’t hold back a second longer.
Hot cum spurts from my slit, and I aim my cockhead directly at her mouth.
Ropes of cum cover her tongue, and her eyes slip shut in pleasure.
My hips jerks as I milk myself, spurt after spurt.
Not all of it gets in her mouth, some is across her lips and chin, but she wipes it with her fingers and sucks it off.
Holy shit.
I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything like that before in all my forty-odd years on this planet.
I just want to gather her in my arms and tell her that I fucking love her, but I can’t because then my daughter will never speak to me again.
And besides, she deserves better than someone like me.
The man who failed his wife, who failed his daughter, and has now failed Camile.
“Camile,” I rasp. “Shit.”
She blinks, breaking the spell and gets to her feet, then goes to retrieve her clothes. “It’s okay, Jack. You don’t need to say anything. Thank you for giving me that.”
Her voice is low and a little shaky. I don’t know if it’s from the whole chain of events of the day, or from the way I’ve rejected her again.
I feel like a fucking asshole for it. She quickly dresses, and I put myself away, the post orgasmic high fading fast as I realize she can never be mine.
She needs the others now, as much as it kills me to even think it.
She needs men who can fuck her like she wants, and who can hold her afterward, and tell her how beautiful and perfect and special she is.
She’s going to need a lot of holding tonight, I think. She’s killed a man, and at some point, the shock of it will set in and she’ll need someone there. To hold her together while she breaks apart.
I want to murder any man who touches her, but I also know it’s what she needs. Something real, not this make-believe fucking that is all I can give her.
“I’ll walk you home,” I say, “and give the others a shout to make sure you’re not on your own over there.”
She gives me a hint of a smile. Her cheeks and chest are all pink from her orgasm. “Ledger is dead, Jack. I’m sure I’ll be fine now. I don’t need to be watched twenty-four-seven with him gone.”
“Even so, it’ll make me feel better, okay? Besides, I expect they’ll want to be with you. Make sure you’re okay. After all, Rook has been through hell, too, and Ace is a needy fucker.” I laugh. “You’d be doing them the favor. And don’t forget Ghost. He felt like shit when you were taken, too.”
“Why?” she asks.
“It’s his job to keep everyone safe. I think he said he’d stay with you tonight, when we talked.” Ace and Rook will likely still be partying, and drinking. Ghost, not so much. I fire a text off, and the reply is almost instant. He will meet us at the house.
At least Ghost won’t fuck her. He will hold her, and comfort her, maybe, but no more. It makes me feel a little better about leaving her with another man.
There’s no way I am leaving her on her own. I don’t want an argument with her about this. I know she can be proud and want to seem as if she can take care of herself, and this way, I put the onus on it being Ace, Ghost, and Rook who need her. Not the other way around.
She shrugs, and we both leave the room and head toward the front door. Just as she reaches it, she turns back to me.
“Hey, Jack. Before I go, there was one other thing I wanted to ask you.”
“What’s that?”
“How did you guys know where to find me? Like, how did you even know I’d been taken, as opposed to thinking I’d just left to go and join my family, like I’d threatened.”
My stomach drops. Oh, shit. She doesn’t know about Ghost’s cameras.