Chapter 72: A Year Ago, Seductress’s Confession or Eating Camilla’s Pussy (r-18)

He licked her again, slower, meaner, and she whined for it, open-mouthed: "Nnnh—please—don’t stop—"

"Fuck. You taste nice."

He said it into her cunt and licked between the lips, sucked one fat side into his mouth and let it go with a wet sound, then sucked the other lip, then both, as much as he could fit, his tongue still moving in the middle, and every suck pulled a broken sound out of her.

"Ahh—ahh—shit—"

"Say my name when I do that."

He gave her another lick, flat on her clit, and her moan broke on his name.

"Damon—ahh—Damon—"

Oh, that same voice from the bathroom! The same filthy little sound he had heard through steam while he stood in her doorway like a criminal. Now it was in his ear. Now it was for him. Now he could feel it on his tongue.

As he busked in her moans Damon worked the fat of her, tongue pushing between the lips, flattening her clit, teasing it until her thighs tried to crush his head, and he did not let them. He hooked both elbows around her thighs and kept that pussy open like the bed was his, her ass in his hands while he ate, cheeks filling his palms, the heat of her soaking his mouth.

He licked the wet off her, gathered it on his fingers, then finally gave her what the tease had been building.

Two fingers slid through that fat slit first, rubbing, then the tips caught her hole and sank in, and her pussy took them with a wet suck while the plump lips closed around his knuckles, and Camilla cried out sharp.

"Ahhh—fuck yes—"

He pushed to the first knuckle, then deeper, curling up while his mouth stayed on her clit, in and out until the wet followed his fingers and ran down his wrist and her hole clenched and tried to keep him, her voice going rhythmic with the strokes.

"Ohh—ahh—yes—yes—fuck me with them—ahh—"

Damon brought those same fingers up to her mouth while he talked against her cunt.

"Taste that. That’s you. That’s what you’ve been hiding from me."

But Camilla turned her head away; he caught her jaw with the clean hand, dragged her back, kissed her first so she could taste herself on him, then against her mouth:

"Do it for me."

Camilla kissed him herself and moaned into it, wetness on both their lips, then bit his lower lip when he pulled back just enough to remind him she was not a doll. He smiled and bit her back softer and did not let go of her jaw. His other hand was still on her tit, squeezing, rolling the nipple while he made her taste herself, the weight of it in his palm, the way it overflowed when he pushed it up, and he pushed the wet fingers back into her while he kissed her, two thick strokes, her fat pussy kissing his knuckles every time he pulled almost out, and she moaned into his mouth on every push.

"Mmm—ahh—more—"

"Don’t turn away from me or change the subject, sweetie... Not tonight."

"This is what I was talking about this morning," she breathed in a confessing voice "I’m glad you’re not pretending anymore. I’m glad you’re taking me."

He paused: "How long?"

She just looked at him.

"How long, Camilla. How long have you been wanting me the way I have? When did this start? And are they feelings, or do you just want me to fuck you and that’s it?"

She swallowed:

"A year ago. I came to your room to take the results for Lilith when I heard you. You were in the bathroom moaning my name." Her eyes flicked down to his dick, then back. "Out of curiosity I sneaked and I saw you. I saw your cock." She shamelessly stared at it, at the wet head, at the way it twitched when she said cock.

"It was smaller than this. Still bigger than anything I’d ever had."

’Had not seen. I was bigger than anything she’s ever hard!’ Damon took her hand and wrapped it around his Primordial Rod.

it was so warm and huge her fingers could never meet.

The shaft filled the whole of her palm and then some, a thick hot ridge of vein under her thumb, and she stroked what she could hold and it was barely a handful of the thing, her fist looking small and stupid on that girth, the head still showing above her hand, wet and dark.

She squeezed and the head darkened. She dragged her fist down and a wet sound followed her palm. She could not cover him, she gave it her best anyway, twisting at the head, smearing what he leaked over the slit, and he kissed her while she tried, wrist working, breath going messy against his mouth.

Camilla tried to speed up like she could jerk him off and win.

He covered her hand and made her go slow, like he had all night and she did not, and his fingers were still in her, fucking those two fingers in time with her slow stroke so she felt both jobs at once, and a low moan spilled out of her against his lips.

"Ahh... so thick... fuck..."

’That’s it. Feel how thick and huge that is. That’s going in you, Camilla, love.’ He kissed her throat, her choker, the top of her tit, the underside where it was softest. ’You watched me stroke this and now you’ve got it in your hand. Don’t rush it.’

"Since then," she said, "I already had my own things I was into. But they started having you in them. Whenever I thought about them, you’d appear in my mind. Your dick and I lost interest in other things." She looked at him. "Since I have access to the estate cameras, I would know when you came through the back gates and I’d put myself in the window."

"Mhmm." He tried not to look surprised. Failed a little. "You’re quite the little seductress, aren’t you."

He said it with his mouth on her nipple again, sucking between words, the tit wet from him, and she moaned on the suck, breathy, her hand tightening on his cock.

"Ohh—yes—bite—ahh—"

"Putting on a show for a boy in the yard. I always suspected it. I knew you knew."

’Okay I was just 0.001% sure.’

His hand slid under her, grabbed that ass, pulled her closer to the edge of the bed so her wet pussy sat nearer his dick, and the heat of her almost touched him. He could see the plump lips again from this angle, open a little now, shiny, waiting, and his fingers left her with a wet sound while her hole stayed open a second before those fat lips tried to close, and she made a needy little sound at the empty.

"Nnnh—put them back—please—"

She started to say something else.

He stopped her with the same wet fingers on her mouth: "No, Camilla. Right now you’re not what you’re used to being everyday. You follow me and you don’t get to act mature. Is that clear? You follow. I take the wheel. That clear?"

She did not answer. "Mmm..."

"Is that clear?"

"Yes."

’Maybe for fun. Maybe she meant it.’

He did not care.

"That’s it. You enjoy being led, don’t you, Camilla. Being my little dirty secret." He tipped her chin. "You like a young stud like me, don’t you."

She looked down at his dick like it had asked the question, the size of it next to her wrist, the wet head, the way it sat heavy and ready, and her fist was still around him, small, shining, pumping what she could reach.

"Yes. I want your cock so bad, Damon."

"That so?"

She nodded.

She leaned in like she was going to put her mouth on it without being told. He stopped her with two fingers under her chin.

"Then open your pretty little mouth."

She did.

He reached between her legs and slid his fingers over that fat wet pussy, slower this time, two fingers sinking to the knuckle while she held her mouth open for him, and the lips were so plump his fingers sank into them even though his fingers weren’t inside her pussy; just over it.

"Ahhh—yes—"

Noteven his fingers would get her pussy before him, not even she got to finger herself tonight, even though he knew how much she liked being watched while she played:

But not toady; not before he fucked her.

He rubbed the whole plump front of her with his thumb spreading the wet over those thick lips, circling her clit and still keeping the inside for his cock; her pussy kissed his fingers wet every time, her clit slipping under his thumb, her hole fluttering over the knuckles, and Camilla kept sounding for him.

"Ahh—ahh—ohh—fuck—yes—right there—ahh—"

"This is mine tonight. You don’t get to play with it. I do."

Her hips chased his hand. He pulled it away on purpose and waited until she stopped being greedy, and she whined at the empty air.

"No—ahh—please—more—"

Then he gave her the touch again, same rule, over the fat lips, then in, rubbing that plump slit until her thighs shook. In the process her pussy lips got fatter under that routine, wetter too and her clit slipped over his fingers every time she twitched, and her voice got messier for it.

"Yes—yes—fuck—ahh—Damon—more—"

She was his.

He pulled those fingers in her mouth: "Taste yourself."

Camilla closed her lips around them this time with no hesitation and licked, sucked them deeper than he put them, eyes on his, like she still wanted the last word, a filthy little moan vibrating around his fingers.

"Mmm—ahh—"

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A/N: Now that this is out of the way, its time for the read thing!