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He drags his index finger through me and then sucks on it, he repeats the action but this time he puts his finger into my mouth. “See how good you taste.” I nod.

“Don’t move,” he orders. Like I would want to be anywhere other than here right now.

He stands next to the bed and pulls down his boxers. Fucking hell, I’ve never, in all my days seen a dick so big, I suppose it stands to reason, seeing as the rest of him is so big. He takes his cock in his hand and kneels on the bed in front of me, between my still spread legs. “Touch yourself; rub right in the spot that turns you on the most.”

I do exactly as he says and use my middle finger to rub my clit, I can’t take my eyes from what he is doing to himself, as he strokes, I notice the head of his cock become shinier and wetter and I want to taste him, I haven’t done that for any man other than Sean, fuck, get out of my head, the last thing I want to do is start thinking about him. Yeah, fuck you Sean, I can do this, I can move on. I sit up and lean forward and take him in my mouth, he sits back on his heels “Oh fuck Georgia that feels nice. Oh fuck that’s good.”

Both of his hands are in my hair but he lets me go at my own pace; I only take the tip of him in as I know I will gag if I take any more, he releases my hair when I’ve had enough, then pulls me to him and pushes his tongue into my mouth, he pulls away and looks at me with a little smirk on his lips. “That’s my new favourite taste in the world.”

He doesn’t wait for me to ask what, he plunges his tongue back into my mouth. “My spunk, in your mouth, nothing will ever taste that good to me again.”

He winks as he pushes me back on the bed and buries his face between my legs. He pushes his tongue inside me and I moan, but that’s nothing compared to the noise I make when he flicks his tongue over my clit and pushes two fingers inside me, I buck into his mouth. “Fuck, Cam!”

He looks up at me from between my legs, his stubble is wet and glistening with me and I don’t feel the least bit embarrassed about it. “I want you to come in my mouth Kitten, I want to feel you tighten around my fingers and I want to feel your clit throb while you come all over my face.” Fuck me!

“Are you ready for this Kitten? Coz I’m about to spin your world off its axis.”

He pushes a third finger inside me and curls them all, he flicks his tongue over and then flat down onto my clit and I explode, I writhe and buck and lift my hips off the bed, I want to close my legs but he won’t let me and it just seems to go on and on and on. I have never had an orgasm like it; I actually didn’t even know they existed. Before I have chance to recover he’s sliding up my body, kissing, licking and sucking, just above my pubic hair, across to that soft and sensitive area in the crease at the top of my leg, over my lower belly, he flicks his tongue inside my belly button and I squirm, then up to my breasts, paying attention to my nipples with his tongue then his teeth, then finally my mouth, his face and stubble are wet and smell and taste of me.

“My second favourite taste in the whole wide world.” He twirls his tongue inside my mouth. “Your cunt, in your mouth, put there by my mouth.”

“And how does my cunt taste?” I ask between kisses.

“It tastes fuckin’ perfect and don’t say cunt, it’s not ladylike.”

“You said it.”

“Kitten, I am not a lady.”

“Tiger, right at this moment neither am I.”

He gives me a little head shake and a slight smirk and sits up to kneel between my legs. I watch him as he reaches for a condom that he must’ve left on the bedside table earlier, he tears open the foil packet and my eyes are glued to his actions as he rolls it down the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. I swallow, hard. He must notice the look on my face.

“We’ll take it slow; I swear I’ll be gentle.”

“I don’t think that’s going to fit.”

“We’ll make it fit, believe me, slowly Kitten, I’ll slide inside you slowly, you’re so wet, it won’t be a problem.”

I give a slight nod of my head, still not convinced. He positions himself on top of me and uses his hand to guide himself to my entrance, I try not to tense up and fail miserably, there’s no way that thing is going to fit inside of me without doing some damage. He kisses me very gently on the mouth. “You’re beautiful Georgia; we are going to fit perfectly together.”

He very gently pushes inside me, then moves his mouth from mine to pay attention to my jaw, my neck, my breasts, until I’m so turned on that I lift my hips to meet him, taking more of him in. “Fuck, Kitten, you feel good.”

He pushes in further, it takes a few seconds to get used to how I feel with him inside me, it’s not uncomfortable, not at all, it is different though, I’ve never felt so full. He starts to slowly rock in and out of me and I know it’s not going to take much to make me come again, we rock our hips together and find a rhythm that suits us both; his mouth and teeth are all over me and I can’t help but moan, fuck, it feels good. “Cam.”

“I know, I know Kitten, just let it go, just give it up for me.”

I don’t really know why but I sob, I suddenly feel very close to tears as I call out his name. “Cam, please, I can’t, I, I… ” I shut up, because nothing I’m saying is making any sense anyway. We rock and grind against each other for a few more seconds, then he looks down at me, right into my eyes, all the while he’s grinding right on my clit, while filling and stretching me inside.

“I’m gonna come now Kitten, you feel too good, you’re gripping my cock too tight, and I can’t last any longer. Are you ready, can you come again for me?” I nod my head and wrap my legs around him tighter, he slides his hands under my arse cheeks and tilts my hips up to meet him, all without breaking eye contact.

“Yes?” he asks, I nod. I’m not sure if I’m exploding or dissolving, I nod again, even though he hasn’t asked me a question. “You feel it Kitten, can you fuckin’ feel it?”

I can feel him jerk and throb inside me as my own orgasm rolls from the tips of my toes to the tips of my hair and then repeats itself over and over again and I cling to him and sob. I can’t help it, four years of frustration, hurt, self-doubt mixed with every other emotion I have held at bay for so long. I don’t know, I’m not sure of anything right now but I can’t stop the tears and Cam is just perfect, he just holds, kisses and strokes me, he tells me how perfect our lovemaking was, how beautiful I am and eventually, I fall asleep in his arms.

CHAPTER 15

I don’t know what makes me wake up, perhaps just the sense that someone was there; I’d been dreaming of Sean, we were driving through the countryside on a motor bike, it seemed so real, I could feel the wind in my hair, I could feel my arms wrapped around him but the most vivid part was his smell. He had started wearing Paco Rabanne the last few months we were together and I could smell it as I rested my head on his back as we rode, every now and then he would squeeze my hands where they sat low on his waist as I held on and when he did that, I would squeeze him tighter and breath him in deeper but something had woken me, something had dragged me from the absolute, perfect contentment I was feeling in my dream and I wasn’t impressed.

I laid curled on my side and remained still for a moment, I could hear someone breathing lightly and I could feel an arm wrapped around me, there was a large hand splayed over my belly and a chest pressed into my back; the scent of Sean that I had woken up thinking was so real was replaced by something else, Cam, Cameron King was in my bed. We had had the most amazing sex last night, just the thought of it made me want to grind my bum into him but I didn’t, I remained still, contemplating how I felt, I felt pretty good actually, I hadn’t used him in any way, other than to achieve a couple of excellent orgasms. I had no desire to make him fall in love with me and then dump him, he was nice, I enjoyed his company, and he was the first man since Sean whose company I enjoyed, purely for the pleasure of his company. The fact that he looked like a Greek God and could fuck for England were a tip top bonus, he didn’t seem to be looking for anything too serious and I most certainly wasn’t, which meant, we seem to be pretty well suited. And then my belly does a little back flip; he shot someone, I stood in a pub car park yesterday and watched as he shot someone. I roll onto my back and am met with a very handsome face and a pair of golden brown eyes looking down at me; he smiles, ever so slightly and it stirs something deep in my belly, never again will I wait four years to have an orgasm with a man, I feel like I could quite happily lock myself away for a month with this man, let him fuck me senseless and still be left wanting more. Whore!

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