“Extra?” I pant, wondering if he packed the pink dildo he was talking about yesterday, but then his hand slips between us, and I figure he’s about to give my clit some attention.
“I’m gonna stretch you extra wide tonight,” he tells me as his fingers bypass my clit and go straight for where he’s thrusting in and out of me.
“Ohhh,” I moan as he squeezes a couple of his fingers in past his dick, curling them up inside me.
“I want to hit all your spots,” he pants, thrusting harder as his thumb presses to my clit.
“Cam,” I half cry, half moan as his fingers quickly spike my pleasure.
“Fuck, Angel. You need to feel this,” he pants as my nails dig harder into the globes of his arse.
“Yes,” I whimper, not really sure what I’m saying yes to.
“Give me your hand… down here.” He thrusts fast. “Quickly, Angel.”
I do as he demands, slipping my hand between my legs, feeling his shaft sliding in and out as he withdraws his fingers.
“Slip yours inside,” he orders. “Three or four.”
I don’t even get a chance to hesitate, his hand guiding mine until I feel the hot wetness of myself as three of my fingers squeeze inside me, past Ringo’s dick.
“Fuck yes,” Ringo hisses, his whisky eyes nearly blown. “You’re such a dirty girl. Can you feel how well you’re taking us both?”
“Yes,” I moan, grinding the heel of my palm against my clit, and I curl my fingers inside.
“You can take more. Add a fourth finger for me.” He pants, thrusting faster, his eyes trained on mine, and I do exactly as he asks,feeling my pleasure build. “Fuuuck, yes. Are you stretched nice and wide?”
I nod against the pillow, and his hand slips out from under the blankets, pressing his fingers to my lips.
“Open up, Angel. Clean yourself off as we both fuck you.”
A strangled moan falls from me as he slides his thick fingers into my mouth, and the combination of both of us filling me while he draws his fingers in and out between my lips at the same rhythm of his thrusts has me catapulting into an entirely different universe.
The moment Ringo starts coming, I feel his dick pulsing against my fingers as he spills inside me, the slick heat of both of us washing over my fingers.
I don’t know how this man does it. How he keeps showing me new ways to enjoy each other. I always thought sex was pretty basic, but with Cameron Musgrove, even the simplest of positions, like missionary, turns into something sinful, and utterly intoxicating.
It’s a pity our euphoric moment doesn’t last long, when the car door flies open, and JD’s panicked voice barks.
“Smitty has taken Daniel.”
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My cock isn’t even dry as I stumble out of the car, trying to do my fucking jeans up as I lock eyes with Abbey.
“Stay here. That’s a fucking order.”
Her glare tells me I’ll be in trouble later, but fuck, I don’t know what Smitty is up to, and when I find him, it may be something I never want her to see.
“Mex, Stocky, you watch her. Vender, JD, you’re with me.”
We storm away, although I’m fucking barefoot as JD fills me in.
“He’s not thinking straight. Said Daniel is a Southern Sadist prisoner, not Abbey’s, and if he wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine, then he would.”
“Fuck.” I grind my fucking teeth, looking over the crowd of club brothers still talking shit and drinking nearby to see who’s missing. “Spud’s gone. Tups too. The prospect, and a couple of the newer guys.”
“His lackeys,” Vender mutters, and JD and I nod in unison, glancing around the park.
