Camilla Pt. 07

I opened my mouth wider and took in her whole breast. My tongue licked in playful circles with her nipple. She moaned and shuttered.

"Now, take out your cock and cum on my tits." She whispered. "Quickly, quickly, quickly, we need to go."

She slid off my lap, unfastened her bra, and wrapped her arms around her, pushing up tits into lovely globes. Her nipples, rigid, stared eagerly at me.

I rushed to get my stiff cock out of my pants. I had been perpetually aroused by watching her work, being next to her for so long, and smelling her in my apartment. My cock, victoriously snapped from its constraints of my pants and underwear red from an overdue release.

I pumped furiously on my shaft, thinking I was supporting her desire to have the quick, unbridled moment. She coaxed me with whispered moans, "oohs," and "aah." It was every single fantasy I ever had. The release was massive and splashed across her face, neck, and chest. She gasped and laughed in surprise. I deflated on the couch, a long weekend's worth of tension gone.

She stood, grabbed a pillow from my couch, and wiped me off her.

Her face was no longer friendly.

It was disappointed.

"There, Ed." She threw the wet pillow at my face. "You got everything you wanted, you shallow fuck. You got to cum on my tits. Great fucking life goals."

She threw back on her sweater.

"There's no 'us,' Ed. Don't ever fucking assume there is."

She noticed her bra on the ground and tossed it to me.

"Here. The project is finished. Don't fucking bother me again, you fucking boy. It's all you ever wanted, anyway."

But little did I know, this was the beginning of So. Much. More.