I add a finger, sliding it slowly along her slit, then pressing it against her opening. "Relax for me, Cami. Just breathe. I'm gonna make you feel so fucking good."
She nods frantically, her small hands reaching down to thread through my hair, tugging just hard enough to send sparks down my spine. "I trust you, Rhett."
Those words hit me like a punch to the gut. Trust. A gift I don't deserve. But I'll be damned if I won't earn it. I push my finger inside her, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me—hot, velvet walls gripping like a vice. She's soaking, her arousal coating my hand, dripping. I curl my finger upward, searching for that spot that will make her see stars, and when I find it, she cries out, her whole body seizing.
“Oh, fuck, Rhett!"
Hearing her curse like that—my sweet angel, swearing as I finger-fuck her—it's the hottest thing I've ever witnessed. I add a second finger, stretching her wider, pumping in and out with a steady rhythm while my tongue lashes her clit without mercy.Her hips rock against my face, chasing the pleasure, her breaths coming in ragged sobs.
"You're so wet for me, angel. Dripping all over my hand. This pretty little pussy was made for me, wasn't it?" I rasp the words against her, the vibration making her whimper louder. My free hand grips her thigh, holding her open.
"Rhett...it's too much...I think...I think I'm gonna..." Her voice breaks on a sob, her body tensing like a bowstring.
"Come for me, baby. Let go. Scream my name so the whole fucking clubhouse knows who makes you feel this good." I suck her clit hard, my fingers thrusting deeper, faster, hitting that spot over and over until she explodes.
Her orgasm hits her like a thunderstorm, her pussy clamping down on my fingers as waves of pleasure rip through her.
She screams, just like I ordered, her voice echoing off the walls of my room. Her thighs clamp around my head, her body shaking violently, juices flooding my mouth as I lap at her through the aftershocks, drawing out every last tremor until she's limp and gasping.
I ease my fingers out slowly, watching as her pussy flutters, pink and swollen, glistening with her release and my saliva. Beautiful. Mine. I press a soft kiss to her inner thigh, then another, trailing up to her hip as I crawl back up her body. My cock is rock-hard, aching to be freed, pre-cum soaking through my jeans, but I shove the need down deep. Tonight is for her, and I'll be damned if I steal her focus.
Cami's eyes flutter open, dazed and sated, a shy smile curving her lips as she reaches for me. "That was...incredible. I had no idea it could feel like that."
I chuckle, low and rough, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "That's just the beginning, angel. You've got no idea what dirty and depraved things I have planned for you." I lean down,capturing her mouth in a deep, sensuous kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moans into it boldly, her small hands exploring my chest.
But as her fingers dip lower, toward my belt, I catch her wrist gently but firmly. "Not tonight."
Her brow furrows, confusion mixing with lingering lust in her green eyes. "But...you didn't...I want to make you feel good too."
The offer nearly breaks me. My cock jumps at the thought of her innocent mouth and hands on me, but I shake my head, pulling her hand to my lips to kiss her knuckles. "I know, baby. And fuck, I want that more than you know. But this is about you. Learning your body, showing you what it means to be pleasured without strings or pain. We take this slow. When I finally claim you fully, it'll be right—when you're ready, and when you’re officially my ol’ lady.”
She searches my face, vulnerability shining in her eyes, but nods slowly. "Okay. Thank you. For being so... No one's ever..."
Her voice cracks, and I know what she’s not saying. No one's ever put her first. Treated her like something precious. Rage simmers in my gut at the thought of whoever’s hurt her.
"Shh. I've got you." I tuck her against my chest, her soft curves molding to my harder frame, her heartbeat slowing against mine. At thirty-eight, I've lived a life of blood and bullets. But Cami...she's a light in my darkness. Her sweetness, her innocence makes me want to be better. Or at least, better for her.
My cock finally starts to soften as we lie there in the dark. Her breathing evens out and I think she's asleep when she speaks.
"Tell me about yourself. Something personal that not everyone knows.”
The question catches me off guard. But I sense the need for emotional closeness.
“What do you want to know?”
“How did you grow up? What was your childhood like?”
“Never knew my father. My mother was an addict. Sold herself to feed the habit. I watched her waste away for years." My throat tightens. "Found her dead when I was twelve. OD'd in the bathroom. She’d been dead for hours by the time I got home from school."
Her arms tighten around me. "I'm sorry."
"Foster care after that. Five different homes in six years. Learned real quick how to read people, how to see trouble coming, how to protect myself." I pause. “Found the club at seventeen. They took me in. Gave me a family. A purpose."
"And now you protect people."
"Now I protect what's mine." I press my lips to her temple and kiss her softly. “Your turn to spill.”
She's quiet for a moment. "My father drank. When he drank, he got mean—mostly to me. My mother never stopped him. Never protected me." Her voice goes flat. "Sometimes I think she was relieved it was me instead of her."
