A wild storm brews inside me, sending pure desire running through my veins. I’m feral for him. “If you don’t fuck me right now, Cameron,” I pant, “I swear to g?—”
He slams into me, knocking the breath from my lungs.
“God!” I scream, reveling in the sensation of being filled up.
“That’s not my name, baby, but I love that you think so highly of me.”
I match him push for push, calling out commands likeFaster!andHarder!andPlease don’t stop!between gasps for air.
He lets go of my hips and runs his hands deliciously over my back, then he curves his body flush against mine. “You’re doing so good, baby,” he breathes into my cheek. “Taking my cock like the good girl you are.” That praising comment alone nearly sends me over the edge.
Instinctively, I bring a hand to my clit, desperate for relief.
Cam yanks my arm away. “Uh-uh,” hetsks. “Not yet.”
He pulls out of me, and I collapse onto the mattress with a frustrated groan, pressing my forehead to the sheets.
“Roll over, sweetheart. I wanna watch your face when you come all over my cock.”
Fuck, I’m a goner.
I do as I’m told, and he wastes no time devouring me. He sucks my swollen clit while he simultaneously finger fucks my pussy and rims my ass with a thumb. It’s all too much. My vision blurs and stars dance in my periphery. A tingling heat crawls from my shoulders, across my chest, and straight to my heart.
I scream his name and tear at his hair, anchoring myself through the explosive release.
He doesn’t stop until my muscles relax. Then he kisses my inner thigh, the move sending a shiver through me. “I’ve got you.”
When the stars have disappeared, I raise my head and take in the most glorious sight—Cam, still positioned between my legs, watching me. His caramel eyes are filled with lust and pride.
“How do you feel?” His voice is full of wonder, tenderness.
I cover my eyes with my arm and sigh. “Amazing.” Truly.
“Good.” He climbs up my body until his hardness rests against my core. “Because I’m not done with you.” It’s subtle, but his brow twitches, asking for permission.
Legs spread wide, I welcome him.
“Tell me you want this.”
“I want this,” I cry.
On one long thrust, he slams into my still-wet core. “Give me one more, baby. Let me hear those pretty little moans.”
With his arms trapping me on either side, he expertly drags his length against my inner wall. My name falls from his lips like an incantation, and I’m a whimpering mess. He doesn’t hold back, slamming deep, over and over again. His unrestrained grunts and groans alone are enough to get me off. God, I wish I could bottle them up to replay later.
“Joey,” he breathes against my lips, stealing sloppy kisses between moans. “Your cunt feels so good gripping my cock. I’m?—”
“Me too.” I’m on the edge, somehow already hurtling toward a third release. I rake my nails down his back until I reach the top of his glutes, then I direct him so he’s grinding against my clit.
“Come with me,” he insists.
And with those words, we let go. Together. He jerks and I contract. Our bodies naturally know how to support one another through such powerful ecstasy. He fills me up like I’m the perfect home for his release. Our hearts converse with one another, beating in their own language.
I want more, his says.
You’re so good to me, mine says back.
He collapses on top of me, his sweat mixing with mine in beautiful triumph. When he pulls out, he dips his fingers into my sensitive center, then brings them to his mouth and sucks the cocktail of our release. I nearly die from the eroticism in the way he brings his lips to mine and shares the flavor ofuson his tongue.
