His smile turns devilish. “You gonna come all over my fingers, like a good girl, Cammie?” And that’s it. I’m done for. I moan his name, long and loud as pleasure pulses through me in glorious waves. For a moment I lose my rhythm, too caught up in the sensation washing through me. But as soon as I have control over my limbs again, I tighten my grip and stroke him in earnest. He grips the edge of the vanity, hips jerking as he angles his erection toward the sink and comes all over the marble. I wait for the awkwardness to hit post-orgasm, or for him to get all weird about it, but he drops his
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