Free 30 Days (Morgan Family Series Book 1) by J.L. Leslie Page A

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    I look towards the bedroom and then hear the sliding doors open. Cameron walks in dripping wet from the hot tub. Water glistens on his naked skin and my mouth goes dry. He runs a towel over his wet hair and when he pulls it away, it sticks out messily. Damn. I love messy hair.
    He drops the towel to the floor, not bothering with drying his body, and saunters over to me. When he hoists me in his arms, I gasp at the feel of his wet skin against mine. My mouth is so dry I almost want to lick the water off his skin.
    “Let’s make the most of this.” he grins. I melt. One last night.
    He tosses me onto his bed and swiftly pulls my panties down. He parts my legs with his hands and drops his head between my thighs. His mouth is hot and warm on my pussy and I tremble as he licks and sucks. Lick. Suck. Hmm. One last night.
    I prop my feet on his shoulders and spread my legs wide, allowing him complete access to my core. His still damp hair drips water onto my legs. He delves his tongue inside me and then sucks hard on my clit. I shudder beneath him, moaning with my orgasm. I won’t miss this.
    Once my spasms have ceased, Cameron turns me over and eases my feet to the floor. He helps me to stand and pushes my legs apart. His expert fingers find my slick channel and pump into me. I won’t miss this.
    “Do you trust me, Memphis?” he asks.
    “No.” is my quick response. I hear him softly chuckle.
    He opens a drawer on his nightstand with his free hand and pulls out a bottle of lube and a condom. His other hand is still relentlessly working into me. I’m finding it hard to concentrate on what he’s doing with the lube. I find it hard to care.
    Cameron bends me slightly forward and I feel his other fingers massaging my asshole. I tense.
    “It’s okay, baby. Trust me. Relax.” he encourages.
    The fingers he has in my pussy continue to stroke me and are bringing me close to orgasm. He circles my asshole, massaging it with the lube. I hear the rip of foil and the hand that was massaging my ass is gone.
    “Tell me if you want me to stop. Just say red.”
    His thumb presses into my clit and I explode. I mumble incoherent words, soaking his fingers with my juices. He removes his hands and picks up the lube again.

 
    He kisses my shoulders as I try to catch my breath. I feel his cock against my backside. The condom covering it is slippery and wet. He urges me to bend over more. I press my hands into the bed and push my ass against him.
    Cameron slowly starts to push his cock inside my ass. I gasp and look over my shoulder. His gaze is fixated on me. His hand reaches around and massages my clit as he gently eases into me. He moves slowly and gently, letting me get used to the sensation of him being in that area. He glides in some more, slowly filling my ass with his cock.
    He dips his fingers inside me and then cups my breast with his other hand.
    I’m so overwhelmed with pleasure I can barely breathe.
    “Fuck…Memphis…you’re incredible.” he moans, his cock moving in a perfect rhythm with his fingers. I should’ve told him no. I should’ve told him not to take me this way, but I didn’t. Now he’s had every part of me. I don’t know that I’ll ever get it back.
    “I’m so close, Cameron…so close…” I mumble. “Feels so good…oh my…” “Yes…”
    We explode together, riding the pinnacle of pleasure until it’s over. He eases out of me just as slowly as he eased in. He ties the condom off and tosses it in the garbage by the bed.
    He crawls into the bed, his arm curving around my waist and urging me to join him.
    “I still have a few more hours with you.”
     

Cameron
     
    I lazily stroke my hand over Memphis’s back. I’m not sure why I’m hesitating on letting her leave. We’ve fucked and now she’s supposed to go home. That’s our routine. Now our routine is over. Our thirty days together are up.
    Her money is sitting in an envelope in the top drawer of my dresser. I just need to give