I guess he always will.
Always.
Is the thought of always with Camden scary? Intimidating?
No.
Never.
Cam pushes further into me, and any string of the thoughts I have left dissipate with the hunger in my body that’s being satiated by him and his dick.
Why have we never tried this before? Why haven’t we done this until now? This… this is awesome.
“Better?” he asks, rubbing hands on my chest and stomach, leaving nothing but embers where he touches.
Embers that set me alight.
“Yeah. More, baby. Give me more,” I beg. My voice falters, but I don’t care.
Not with him. Not when I’m this happy. When he makes methishappy.
Cam nods and falls over me, supporting his weight around me with his hands and eases more of him inside me and then out. And then in again.
Every push, every slide, every inch only awakens more of the beast inside me. A beast I didn’t even know lived inside until now. A beast that wants to be fucked just like this, just by him, forever and ever after.
He increases the pace. My brain explodes. My thoughts leak out into oblivion, and there’s only him. Him and his beautiful brown eyes. My future. My boyfriend. My love.
He grunts and keeps going, his jaw dropping as he lets out a moan so loud it makes my dick leak precum.
I fist it and start beating it in sync with Cam, whose breathing becomes frantic and fragmented, his orgasm shooting out of him from every inch of his body, and I can’t help myself.
No.
I can’t contain myself.
I stop holding back. I beat my cock harder, my hole clenches tighter around his dick until I finally get the familiar throes of my release sprinkling our joined bodies.
Cam drops on top of me with a loud sigh, pulling out of me in the process, and I try to catch my breath.
“That was…” he pants when he raises his head to look back at me.
Sweat beads his forehead, and I wipe it with the heel of my palm.
He’s gorgeous. The most gorgeous man on the planet. And he’s mine. Only mine.
“I love you,” I tell him because it’s the truth.
I know I do. I’ve been in love with him for a while now, but I’ve been too scared to admit it. Too scared that it was fake or an illusion like it was before.
But he’s nothing like my ex.
He’s different. He’s different to anyone else I’ve been with and everyone else on this planet.
It’s like he was made for me. And he’s the one person I’ve been waiting for. The missing link in my life.
His exhaustion turns into a big smile. His cheeks turn ever redder than they already are, and he takes hold of my face between his hands.
“I love you, too, Lincoln Young. You’re my happy ever after. I can feel it in my bones.”
Yes. A happy ever after. That’s us. Our own fairy tale ending full of beautiful brown eyes, sweet caresses, hot sex, and art.
And hopefully, a family. Somewhere down the line.
“Happy ever after. I like that,” I tell him, and he kisses my lips, my soul, my entire being.
It feels good to be loved.
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