Free Go Big by Joanna Blake Page B

started to untangle itself, leaving me wide open. I stared up at him as he braced himself above me.
    The hot spear of his cock struck my clit with each long slow stroke. My lips curled around his shaft. My hands found his shoulders.
    I was afraid to speak.
    Afraid of what I might say.

     

Chapter Thirteen
    Cade

    "I won't go inside. But I have to touch you. Please Camille."
    "Yes."
    I groaned and let my cock slide up and down her pussy. It was slick with her juices and my saliva. Her skin was smooth and plump, grabbing onto my shaft with just the right amount of friction.
    I lowered my head and put my hips into it. No, I wasn't fucking her. But I was almost fucking her.
    This wasn't dry humping.
    This was wet humping. And it felt surprisingly good. Not as good as being inside Camille would feel, but it was going to have to be enough. I'd made the lady a promise. As hard as it was, it was the right thing to do.
    She made me want to do the right thing. To be a better man. To keep my promises.
    Even if it was tearing me apart.
    But what a sweet torture it was.
    Her nipples scraped my chest with each stroke. Her pussy teased my cock. My balls brushed against her lips as I rode her.
    Well, almost rode her.
    I moaned in ecstasy as I felt my balls tighten up. Just then she started to shake and shimmy against me. I could almost feel her pussy wanting to draw me in. I imagined how it would feel as her sugar walls convulsed around me.
    That was it.
    My cock exploded, my balls pumping an endless stream of hot jizz onto her belly. I grabbed my cock, making sure it didn't slip lower. I didn't want to break my word and get my spunk all over her sweet pussy.
    That would sort of defeat the purpose of 'keeping it outside.'
    I cursed, my hips pumping uselessly into my hand. I wanted to be inside her dammit! I came harder than a freight train all the same though.
    Even this was much better than my imagination.
    Much, much better.
    I leaned over her, trying not to crush her with my weight. I felt incomplete somehow. I'd covered her torso with my come. But it wasn't where I wanted it.
    So help me lord, I wanted it inside her. I wanted her round with my baby. I wanted her home, warming my bed.
    Permanently.
    I kissed her and rolled away to clean up. Anything to keep from feeling what I was feeling. I felt exposed. Vulnerable.
    I'd shown her how desperate I was for her. And she didn't even know the half of it. There was only one thing to do about it.
    I was going to have to trick her.
    I hoisted her up and carried her into the bathroom. My monster-sized shower had a bench where I sat her cute little fanny down while I adjusted the nozzles.
    I lathered us both up before starting in on her again.
    I was going to fuck her out of my system. Even if it wasn't tonight, I needed to get inside her. Maybe if I fucked her enough, this desperate need for her would dial down to a dull roar.
    Either way, I had to try. Otherwise I was going to end up pussy whipped with a capital P. I'd be her boy toy, and she could leave me whenever she liked. Just like our poor, drunk mama had.
    But if I knocked Camille up… well, it'd be a lot harder for her to ditch me. Lord knows, I loved kids. And I'd love to have some that looked like her.
    I hated to be dishonest with a lady, but it seemed like that was my only option. And it was a plan that suited me on a lot of levels. Oh yeah, I was more than happy to fill her up with baby batter.
    Lots and lots of baby batter.
    But first, I was going to make her beg for it.

Camille

    I leaned back, letting Cade hold me up. His big brawny arms were wrapped around me, as he washed me. I moaned as his fingers splayed over my belly then slid lower, dancing over my clit.
    "Oh!"
    But he didn't linger. He washed my breasts again, rubbing the nipples until they were hard points. Then he delved lower again.
    He had no idea what he was doing to me. His light touch was driving me crazy, making me want more. Making me want much, much more.
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