I go to lean up and wrap my lips around him when he pulls back slightly. “I don’t think you’ve earned it just yet, love.” I whimper in protest, and he only grins in response. His hand returns between my thighs, but this time he goes straight for my clit, his thumb lightly brushing against it. “Cam,” I moan. I want to come so badly that it’s becoming frustrating. “That’s my girl,” he praises, leaning forward, the motion causing the tip of his cock to press against my lips. I open them willingly, swirling my tongue around his crown. But before I can do much else, he pulls back.
