“Please,” I whimpered and dropped my head, convulsing with the potent tangle of need in my gut and cock. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but it didn’t seem real. The red light had my head all messed up.
He slowed and his fat cockhead dragged over my prostate as he pulled out. The shift had my body clenching. I needed him to finish me. I whined and scrabbled at the couch, trying to fuck myself back on him.
“What, little rabbit? What do you want?” he whispered, grasping my shoulders tightly.
“More, please. More. Fuck, I can’t… more.”
Camden roared an approving sound and fucked me as if a demented demon had possessed him, levering me back against his cock. I couldn’t quite understand what was going on. Then he leaned down and sank his teeth between my shoulder blades. I braced my arms against the leather but couldn’t do anything except live in the pain. I was completely at his mercy. My mouth worked but no sound came out.
He shoved in deep and stopped. I panted and choked on air, squirming.So close.The heat of his spunk was unmistakable as he pulled out just enough that I could feel his cockhead pulsing against my rim with his orgasm, filling me up close to my hole, rather than deep inside. My cock ached and throbbed, and I sobbed, tears choking me, unable to form words.
Camden dropped to the floor behind me and spread my destroyed pants and asscheeks open. Then his mouth wasright thereat my abused hole. The sensation of his tongue after the pounding blew my mind into outer orbit. I touched stars and whole solar systems for a few out-of-body heartbeats, and then I slammed back to earth as he put his lips on my asshole and sucked. My cock twitched. Slurping noises filled the room, and I shuddered with how fucking filthy it was as he ate his cum out of my hole.
When Cam stood up, I wasn’t ready for anything in my world to change. I was right on the edge of bliss, and his tongue had almost sent me hurling into the abyss. He grabbed my hips and dragged me to the side and down the couch to the dip, almost like I was on a slide. I was knocked off-balance and fell to my elbows as he dropped my knees to the floor, and I ended up facedown in the curve of the couch. He flipped me onto my back—half on, half off the leather—so that my shoulders were supporting me. With a wink he sealed his lips to mine, forcing his cum and some of my earthy musk into my mouth. He held his lips in place until it was clear I had to swallow.
The idea that I was eating what had been in my hole had me shuddering in disgust, but my cock throbbed—so close, so ready to erupt. He roughly spread my legs. The sound of something scattering to the floor registered in my mind only seconds before what felt like half his fucking hand was forced into my asshole.
“What?” I got out before he started ramming me the same frantic way his cock had, while using his other arm to hold my hips in the right position. His teeth were bared in a frightening smile. My hole ached, but the force against my sensitive prostate had my stomach clenching and my body jerking around in his grasp. He twisted his fingers and crooked them inside me—I was stuffed so full I could tell—and it occurred to me he’d dumped the claws, that must’ve been what I’d heard hitting the floor.
Then I couldn’t think at all. He concentrated on stroking over my prostate so hard I was almost worried he’d hurt me. Waves of tension began to build in my groin from deep in the root of my shaft. There was nothing except bliss as a swell of pleasure rolled through me and kept going, unlike anything else I’d ever had. He didn’t stop, not even when I shrieked and begged, just kept pounding until the tsunami hit. My vision whited out for a few seconds and cum squirted from my cock, trapped in my destroyed pants.
“Camden,” I gasped out as he kept going until a tiny, almost painful aftershock rolled through me and my balls tried to spray more cum, but it just wasn’t happening. A tantalizing throbbing trembled around my cockhead and had me trying to squeeze on his fingers. It would be awful, I could tell, but I almost wanted him to keep going.
He chuckled and stopped, flexing his fingers inside me. “Now I’ve taken care of my little rabbit.” He carefully withdrew from my asshole, and I stared in a daze at the ceiling. My body floated, and I reached up my hand, convinced I could touch the ceiling if I tried.
“Oh, I’ll have to stay out of this poor little hole until morning, at least,” he said as he spread my asscheeks open. I didn’t even have the presence of mind to be awkward about the frank inspection he gave me. When he leaned forward to press a kiss to my hole, the pressure was electric. I felt used and abused and loved it. I plucked at the zipper on my suit pants.
“Ruined.”
He laughed and unbuckled my belt. My shoes and socks came off next. I was happy when my pants and damp, sticky boxers were slid from my legs and tossed. Cam sniffed along my thighs, and I planted my bare feet on the cool floor, ass still hanging off the couch.
His breath tickled, and I smiled as he nosed along my sleepy dick. He lapped at my flesh, and I moaned, tried to scoot away because it was too much, but he grabbed my hips and gave me a warning growl. He still had the claws on his left hand. I stayed still as he tasted and sucked until he was satisfied—and my cum was gone. He rolled me, and I tried to scrabble away because I was fairly sure I couldn’t take it if he did what I thought he might, but he smacked my ass hard, and I stopped. He almost seemed angry as he roughly parted my legs, and I glanced over my shoulder with tears in my eyes. I didn’t want him to be mad at me right now.
He sniffed at my ass, licking it. I bit my lip as he snuffled along my crack, and then I dropped my forehead to the leather as he let go of my legs after giving them a painful squeeze, telling me to leave them there without words. He spread my asscheeks and began to lick from my balls up to my hole. When he reached my asshole, he swirled around it with his tongue and I moaned, shuddering. Then he delved into me and fucked his tongue as deep as he could. He stayed there for a while, cleaning me out, and the warm heat tingled and relaxed me and felt fucking amazing. It was awful, too, because there was just nothing left in my fucking balls.
I’d given him everything I had.
By the time he was done I was panting and hard again, and uncertain if I liked it or not. Camden stroked my cock from behind, and I let out a real sob as a tear slid down my face.
“Oh, I fucking love this. Youshouldwant your Alpha. I own you.” He leaned down and sucked on the back of my right thigh until it ached. My cock pulsed in delight, and he toyed his thumb over my cockhead. I shook my head, could barely stand it.
“Don’t. Please. Stop.”
He didn’t. In fact, he swirled his finger over the bell of my cock harder. “Should I worry about you running off? Or do you submit for the night?” He laid a sweet kiss at the base of my spine. “Should you get to sleep with me?”
The idea of being sent away from him hit me wrong, and I swiped at the hot tears gathered at the corners of my eyes. “Um.” I swallowed hard and glanced over my shoulder at him. What did Camden want? I didn’t like the thought that maybe he would be happier if I wasn’t here, after all we’d done together. But we didn’t know each other. Not really. I struggled with what Ishouldsay, and he stared at me. His jaw hardened. “I-I’ll be yours tonight.” I sat up, turned, and snuggled in against his solid chest with a groan. A giant bruise had replaced my body.
“Let me take care of you. Was I too rough?”
“Just the right amount,” I whispered while my cheeks burned. I hurt, but not in a way I hated.
“Good. Next time we can really let go.”
Sitting back so I could check to see if he was serious, I couldn’t find even a hint of a smile. My stomach dropped and my cock tingled.Cheese and fucking crackers, what was wrong with me? Add one buff construction worker and some pain and apparently I turned into a pile of putty. “This wasn’t letting go?”
Camden only snorted and slipped his arms under me to carry me to his bed like it was nothing. I’d never had a chance at outmuscling him once he’d caught me. I shuddered. He got us into his room and set me on the end of the bed with a concerned frown. I tried to smile, but my exhaustion made it difficult. He studied me carefully while he turned back the blankets. I just flopped where he’d put me, and he scooped me up to rest my head on the pillows. The cool sheets covered me next. It was sheer bliss.
“My clothes.”
