[Kendall]
Camden's still wearing a pair of sweats, and I tug them down with one hand, freeing his c**k. It bobs up around my mouth, already half-hard, thick and throbbing in my grip. A groan escapes his throat as I wrap my fingers around his base, feeling his pulse beneath my touch.
I’m not all that experienced with s*x, but I’ve given head to my ex-boyfriend about a hundred times. He had always preferred it to s*x. It occurs to me now, as Camden’s c**k hardens against my palm, that my ex was a real asshole. But I didn’t realize that at the time.
With Camden, I feel safe. I feel… powerful. I feel like he’s watching my every move, waiting for each touch, each lick, each slide of my lips around him. So, I wrap my lips around his c**k, savoring the salty taste as I take him deeper into my
