Maddy bucks her hips up, grinding against me and I let out a strangled moan. “Slow is for amateurs—and we’re no amateurs. Fuck me, Cam. Hard and fast. Fucking wreck me.”
Fucking wreck me.
Her words are like gasoline dumped on the fire in my veins as I growl, pulling back and snapping my hips forward, taking her in rough thrusts that have her breathing in ragged pants, her legs tightening around my hips. Her arms fight the grip I have on her wrists, and when I lock my hand more securely around them, the moan that rips from her throat has me feral with need.
“Oh my god,” she moans out, her back bowing up from the bed, her hips moving frantically as she meets me stroke for stroke. “This feels so good.”
“Fuck, Maddy,” I grind out, letting her hands go and sitting up enough to unwrap her legs from around my waist, pushing them up towards her chest to spread her wide for me. Leaning in, I lick a path up her calf, dragging my tongue between her breasts, before crashing my lips to hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth and tasting her need that matches my own. “It feels good because I own this pussy. Every. Perfect. Fucking. Inch.” I punctuate each word with a sharp thrust of my hips, reaching over to grab a pillow, shoving it under her back so she’s comfortable while I let loose. Pleasure crackles in my blood as I take her in wild thrusts, her tits bouncing every time I rock into her.
“Shit, Cam.” She gasps, fingers clawing at the comforter as I grip her hip with one hand, bringing my other hand to her swollen clit, rolling my thumb over it and feeling her muscles contract on my cock as she squeezes her eyes shut.
“Eyes on me,” I order, sliding the hand on her hip up her chest to palm her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers before moving to the other side. When she opens her eyes, they’re hazy and unfocused, swamped with lust and need and something else that makes my heart go absolutely haywire. “Good girl,” I mutter, tweaking her nipple and relishing in her sharp gasp that ends on a moan. “Good.Fucking. Girl. Now come for me, Maddy. Soak my cock and make it goddamn messy. Mark it as yours because it’s fucking yours. Every part of me is yours. Take it, baby. Take everything.”
Words spill from my mouth as I pound into her furiously, pinching her nipples and increasing the pressure of my thumb. When I lean forward, spitting directly on her clit and spreading it around, her mouth drops open and she cries out, stomach tightening and legs shaking. Her hands fly up to grip my arms as she explodes around me, tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes, a pink flush crawling from her chest to her neck and face at the force of her orgasm.
“That’s it.Fuck,” I whisper, rolling my hips to work her through her release, utterly in awe as I watch her shatter apart. I hold back my own orgasm through sheer force of will because there’s no way I’ll ever get enough of this. I could watch her come a thousand times and would still want more.
I’ll always want more of her, I think, as I take the final fall.
I love her. I fucking love her.
That one single thought has me losing my goddamn mind.
Pulling out quickly, I flip Maddy over, yanking her up to her knees and pushing back inside her in one quick thrust.
“Cam, fuck!” she screams, her back bowing and her hair falling forward in a curtain over her face. Leaning forward, I press a line of kisses up her spine before covering her body with mine, my chest pressed tightly to her back. I gather her hair in one hand, using it to pull her head back, my other hand circling her throat.
“That’s right, baby,” I grit into her ear, my hips snapping forward, fucking her in sharp thrusts that have pleasure swirling at the base of my spine, my entire body coiled tight with the need for release. “Scream for me. Show me how much you missed my cock. Tell me that no one has ever fucked you the way I do. No one has ever made you feel the way I do. Tell. Me.” The wild snaps of my hips have her crying out, the sound of oursweat-dampened bodies slapping together an erotic soundtrack filling the room.
“Only you,” she gasps out, one of her hands coming back to grip my thigh, her nails biting into my skin in a way that I know is going to leave marks. I hope it does. I’ll wear them like a badge of honor. Show them off in the damn locker room so every single person knows she owns me, mind, body, and fucking soul.
“Fucking right, only me,” I mutter, pushing up to my knees and pulling her with me so her back is plastered against my chest. I keep one hand on her throat and slide the other to her clit, rubbing the circles I know she likes, my hips never letting up. “Kiss me,” I practically beg, needing it. Wanting every part of my body connected with hers for as long as I can.
Maddy turns her head, and our eyes meet before she gasps out, “Anything,” and slams her lips to mine. It’s wet and messy, a filthy clash of lips and teeth and tongues as I thrust wildly, giving her clit a tight slap that has her moaning her pleasure right into my mouth. My own pleasure crashes over me, a supernova of color bursting behind my eyes, and I know I won’t be able to hold out much longer. I bend my knees, changing the angle to hit Maddy right where she needs, and with one more snap of my hips, she comes again on a sharp gasp, her pussy gripping me in a vise.
And when she opens her hazy eyes, whispering “Come for me, Cameron” against my lips, I’m gone. Electricity barrels up my spine as I come entirely undone, groaning as my cock swells inside her and pleasure takes me under. The waves of my orgasm pummel me for what feels like hours, Maddy’s body locked against mine, lips tangled in a wet, messy kiss filled with pants and moans and the bone deep certainty that this is exactly where I belong.
Right here.
With her.
When we’re both finally wrung dry, we collapse sideways onto the bed, my arms still tight around her. I gather her up,locking her against me with one arm tight around her waist and my other hand tangled in her hair.
“Holy fucking shit,” she murmurs, and I feel her heart thundering against my chest, beating out the same rhythm as mine. “What even was that?”
I lean in, kissing her damp forehead, lingering there, breathing her in like I may never get another chance. “That was us, Wildcat,” I murmur, my lips still pressed to her skin. “Magic,” I whisper. “We’re magic together.”
“I think you might be,” she says quietly, a little wonder in her voice that has my chest tightening. Then she tips her head back with a smirk. “I came four times tonight. I’ve never come four times in a row.” She pauses, looking at me thoughtfully. “Except that time you made me go for six. You losing a step, old man?”
Growling, I roll her onto her back, blowing a raspberry on her neck as she laughs. “You need two more orgasms, baby? It would be my fucking pleasure.”
“No!” She giggles as I nuzzle into her neck, burying my face in her hair. “I honestly think two more orgasms might kill me. I said to wreck me, and you took that command very, very seriously. I need a break. And sustenance.”
Lifting my head, I lean in and press my lips to hers. “I have M&M’s. All the flavors.” Another kiss. “And popcorn.”
“Kettle corn?”
I grin, kissing her nose. “Is there any other kind?”
