Cameron Cole has a plan.
After yet another relationship ends because of certain shortcomings-literally-Cameron decides it's time to swear off dating and focus her energy into her junior year at the University of Charlotte. There's an internship up...
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By the time we get back to my apartment, Wes is dry, but I'm still wet.
Absolutely soaking wet.
But not in the same sense.
I'm so wet and dirty that the only logical solution is a shower—and for Wes too, because otherwise, it would just be a waste of hot water.
My back hits the wall as I watch Wes step in through the glass door, his cock swaying between his thighs, all thick and girthy and so damn hard.
The condom is pulled tight over it, catching the light and glinting like a glorious ice sculpture.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as he closes the door behind me.
"Tell me what you need, baby." Wes smirks as he passes under the spray to meet me on the other side, the water splattering off his body as he crowds me against the wall.
"You. In me." I exhale shakily. "Fucking me."
His hands come down on the wall on either side of my head, and his mouth is on mine. It's a kiss that instantly steals my breath.
I'm moaning into his mouth, attempting to move my head, trapped between his lips and the wall.
He pulls back with a cocky grin to admire the horny mess he's made of me.
I whimper and huff, "Making me cum."
"There isn't a single fucking thing I wouldn't do for you, Cam," Wes whispers just an inch above my lips, his eyes flickering up from my mouth to my eyes as he holds my gaze steady for a second too long.
My hands wrap around his waist, and I pull him tight against me. "Oh fuck—Wes."
His mouth comes crashing down onto mine again, one hand sliding under my wet hair to grab the nape of my neck while the other dives between my legs.
I'm instantly taking two fingers, and we both gasp against each other as they enter.
"So fucking wet," Wes mumbles against my lips. "So fucking perfect."
"Sh—shit," I hum, my teeth sinking into my lip as I tilt my head back. Wes' mouth continues down my jaw to my neck, where he sucks a little too hard, and I know it's going to leave a mark.
The little shit is doing it on purpose, and I love it.
Then he goes and adds another finger.
"Ohhhh—Wes!" My eyes bulge open as I adjust to the three digits stretching my pussy so deliciously open.
His other hand slides from my neck and cups my tit as he swoops down, his tongue swiping over the swollen bud before sucking it. He sucks it hard, suckling, licking, and tugging. The entire nipple fits so perfectly in his mouth. He sure as hell knows how to worship my breasts damn well.
