Chapter 8 Harper
HARPER
His mouth was on me, and it was like nothing I’d ever felt before. He ate my pussy like a starved man. An absolute animal.
He kissed the mound of my pussy before he sucked on my clit hard, then soothed the sting with pressure from his tongue. Cam licked my slit open and groaned when he tasted me.
“Fuck, baby. You taste better than I ever imagined.” Cam went back to sucking and fucking my pussy with his tongue.
I arched off the bed with a gasp I couldn’t hold back. I moaned his name loudly and gripped his hair. My body was on fire, nerves sparking like fireworks, and Cam knew exactly what the fuck he was doing.
We could’ve been doing this for years?
“Harper,” he murmured, voice thick and low against my skin. “You gotta keep it down, babygirl… or we have to stop.”
I whimpered, head falling back against the pillow, already shaking. Stop? Like hell. I nodded fast, frantic, because there was no way I was letting this end now. No way I was letting him stop.
He smirked, looking cocky and pleased. Cam went right back to unraveling me, like he had all the time in the world and every intention of ruining me in the best way. He looked up at me from between my legs as he slid a finger into me.
“Fuck. You’re so wet for me, Harp.” He kissed the top of my pussy as he pumped his finger in and out quickly, and added a second.
He fucked me with his fingers as he licked, sucked, and kissed my sensitive bud.
I could feel the pressure building quickly.
I tangled my fingers tighter in his long auburn hair, and I let go of the moan I was trying to stifle.
“Please don’t stop. F—Feels so good.” My eyes met his gaze as I tried to keep them from rolling back in my head.
“Getting close, babygirl?” He looked at me with pride in his eyes, a small crooked smirk displayed on his face. “You’re squeezing my fingers so tight. Come for me, Harper. I want to see you come undone.”
And with his permission, I came. I gripped his hair so tightly that I swear I ripped some out. I was a panting, moaning mess and don’t think I have ever had an orgasm rip through me the way that just did.
As I came down from my release, I let go of his hair. I was still catching my breath, legs trembling, when I reached for him, pulling him into a kiss. I could taste myself on his lips, and that only made it hotter. I moaned into his mouth.
I kissed him deeper, letting my hands slide lower, but Cam pulled back just enough to look at me.
“You don’t have to do anything, baby,” he whispered, brushing his thumb along my bottom lip. “I just wanted you to feel good. You deserve that. You should get some rest.”
I shook my head, already tugging at the waistband of his sweats. “I don’t want to sleep yet. I want you. Let me make you feel good, too, Cam.”
His eyes darkened, jaw flexed, but for a second, I thought he might argue with me.
But then he let out a low breath, that familiar cocky smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. I helped him out of his sweatpants just before he said, “If it’ll make you happy, have at it, Shortcake.”
He lay down next to me and leaned back against the headboard, watching me like I was the most mesmerizing thing he’d ever seen.
And I was more than happy to show him just how much I wanted to make him feel good.