by Echo Slater
My gaze flashes up to Cameo’s face, finding her lips parted and her face flushed. Both her confidence and fear are gone. She’s pure lust now. I doubt she can think straight.
Cameo bites her lower lip when I kiss her nipples.
“Tell me what you want,” I whisper, staring into her eyes. “Say the words.”
“Please suck me.”
“Suck what, baby?”
“My nipples.”
“Do you like when boys suck you, Cameo?” I ask as my hot breath teases the flesh she wants to be sucked.
“No one’s sucked them before.”
“Do you play with them?”
“Yes,” she whispers, sounding afraid.
“Why are you scared?”
“My pussy hurts,” she says, sounding close to tears. “You’ve barely touched me, and I’m going nuts.”
“That’s good, baby,” I murmur as my index finger circles her nipple. “I want you to come apart. Just let it happen. Don’t fight what you want.”
Calming herself, Cameo slides her fingers through my hair. With her relaxed, I drink in the sight of her hard nipple an inch from my mouth. No other man has tasted her pink flesh before. If I get my way, I’ll be the only one to ever know her body.
Wrapping an arm around her hips, I hold her steady as my lips cover her nipple and suck softly. Cameo whimpers in such a sexy way. Her fearful pleasure gets louder when I suck harder and give the nipple a pinch with my lips.
“Mad Dog,” she whispers.
Bathing her tits with my tongue, I love how she calls out my name with more heat.
“Who owns these nipples?” I ask, rolling the left between my thumb and index finger.
“You do,” she says with complete conviction.
“No one else can taste them but me. Do you understand?”
Nodding, Cameo stares wide-eyed while I suck at her right nipple and tease her left. Her fingers tug at my hair when I suck harder. Her hips buck, too.
I’m dying to strip Cameo down and fill her sweet pussy with my painfully hard cock. But she’s a virgin, and I’m planning to stake my claim tonight. She’s all I want. No woman will ever charm me half as much as Cameo does without trying.
To win her heart and own her body, I’ll need to take my time.
My lips pop free of her delicious tit. I glance up to find her watching me with the look of a woman willing to do anything I ask.
“I need you naked,” I whisper and unbutton her jeans.
After a minute, I have her tennis shoes off and jeans set aside. Cameo seems so vulnerable, standing only in her pale pink panties.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, looking up at her as my fingers tease the fabric.
Flushed and flustered, Cameo only nods.
“Say the words, baby,” I insist.
“Yes, I trust you, Mad Dog.”
I tug down her panties and inhale her wet pussy’s intoxicating scent. Cameo wears a nervous expression, and her eyes fill with tears.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpers.
“For what, baby?”
“I don’t know.”
“You know I won’t hurt you.”
“I know,” she says, trying to cover herself.
Standing up, I kick off my boots and tug off my shirt. Cameo calms as I pop the button on my jeans.
“You don’t want to be the only one naked,” I say, smirking as she smiles. “I get it.”
Her gaze flashes to my cock when it springs free of my jeans. I drop my pants and step forward as nude as the day I was born.
“Feel better?” I ask, cupping her face.
Cameo’s gaze brightens. Our lips meet, and her tits fill my hands. I moan in her mouth once her fingers stroke my erection. I nearly nut right then and there. She’s set my body on fire, and thinking is trickier than usual.
“Climb on the bed for me,” I say once my lips are free.
Obeying, she rests her hands on my king-sized mattress. My gaze follows the sexy line of her spine to where her peach-shaped ass beckons to me. Cameo crawls onto the bed, offering me a delicious sight of her wet slit.
Reflexively stroking my cock, I reach over and rest my free hand on her back. Cameo stills and gazes back at me.
“Don’t move, baby.”
Fisting my cock, I lean down and inhale her sweet heat. Cameo trembles on all fours. Not from fear. No, it’s anticipation. My girl knows what awaits her hot pussy.
I kiss her left cheek. Dropping lower, my lips level with hers. Pre-cum coats my hand as I stroke faster. I need to nut one quick and get my dick ready for the big show.
“So beautiful,” I whisper just before I suck at her wet lips.
Whimpering, Cameo rests on her elbows to keep from losing her balance. She makes the most incredible noises when I suck at her pussy. Her deep groans echo in the room as my tongue disappears inside her virgin hole.
Giving my dick long strokes, I use my free hand to work her clit while my tongue drinks down her sweet juices.
I don’t know who comes first. I’m face-deep in her cunt when my balls release a fucking gallon of jizz. Cameo tears at the sheets and calls out my name at the same time. I lick from her clit to her asshole, back and forth, drinking down every drop.
Despite Cameo’s panicked cries, her body only offers more. My fingers and lips change places. Sucking at her clit, I finger her gently. First one digit, then two, I open her up.
“Mad Dog,” she whimpers.
I pause long enough to stand and turn her over. Cameo stares wide-eyed. Her cheeks are bright pink. Her nipples rock hard, begging to be sucked.
Wrapping an arm under her body, I kiss Cameo deeply. My tongue shares her flavor, wanting her to taste what she’s already offered me.
I steal Cameo’s breath while tugging her down the mattress until her ass reaches the end. The head of my cock teases her clit, making her wiggle under me.
“Whose pussy is this?” I ask, stroking her slit and getting hard again.
“Yours, Mad Dog. You own me.”
“I do, baby. No one else can fuck you. Ever. This pussy belongs to me. These tits,” I say, pausing to lick each one, “are mine. I won’t share. I’ll never let you go.”
Cameo’s fingers disappear into my hair, tenderly scratching my scalp. She tightens her grip when my lips return to her nipples. I suck them into long, hard nubs. They glisten in the light. I glance between us to where my hard cock tempts her sweet slit.
“I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than you right now,” I tell Cameo, who lifts her lips. Her kisses are frenzied. She teases my nipples like I do hers. My dick throbs in my hand, wanting what only her pussy can provide.
“Tell me you want this,” I say, covering her clit with pre-cum as I pull at her hard nipple.
Cameo looks me in the eyes and says in a feverish voice, “I want you.”
And I believe her. Cameo isn’t satisfied to be fucked. She needs the cock to belong to me. I’m why her body submits so completely. When I say I own her, those aren’t mere words. Cameo Sutton belongs to me in a way she never will with any other man.
I hold her gaze as my cock sinks an inch into her scorching pussy. Cameo’s breath catches with anticipation and fear.
“Relax, baby,” I say, rolling her clit with one hand and her left nipple with the other.
“Mad Dog,” she says, staring into my eyes before shivering with pleasure.
I use her bliss to thrust forward and claim two more inches. Moaning louder, she grips my hand teasing her nipple.
“Fuck me, please,” she moans.
Lowering my lips to her, I steal her fear with a kiss. Then, I thrust as deeply as her sweet pussy will allow. We groan together, breathing as one. For a heartbeat or maybe ten, we remain that way. The world feels different with my cock inside Cameo.
Resting my hands on each side of her body, I begin to move my hips. Cameo grips my forearms as I thrust deeper. Her tits bounce for me. With her lips parted, Cameo nearly pants
as I move faster.
Her tight pussy grips my cock, so slick and hot. Every thrust is like heaven. But nothing compares to the look on Cameo’s face as she watches me fuck her.
The world doesn’t exist beyond us.
When I feel my balls tighten, I lower myself against her. Cameo’s arms wrap around my neck. Her lips find mine. I slip my hand between her legs, above my cock thrusting steadily into the pussy I make mine.
Kneading her clit, I send Cameo past fevered pleasure into absolute bliss. Her body goes rigid, and her back arches. A moan escapes her lips still pressed against mine. She’s never orgasmed with a cock inside her.
Crying out my name, she hides her face against my chest. Her pussy’s intense spasms steal what’s left of my self-control. I come harder than I have in my fucking life.
Swimming in the waves of pleasure, I wrap my arms under Cameo. With her pressed against me, I thrust wildly.
I never want to stop. My life flashes before my eyes, and it wasn’t shit until this moment with Cameo. She’s freed a part of me I didn’t know was trapped. I’m reborn with plans for a future only Cameo can make whole.
I already knew I owned this woman—body, heart, and soul. Now, I’m sure she’s my master, too.
CAMEO—AIN’T TOO PROUD TO BEG
With my average height and being curvier than I wish, I’m not a tiny woman. But in Mad Dog’s powerful arms, I feel as light as a feather. When he lifts me up off the edge of the mattress, his spent yet still thick cock remains deep inside my body.
I can’t speak. My body is no longer mine. Mad Dog touched me in ways I hadn’t imagined possible. My clit vibrates even with no stimuli. I’m an overcooked noodle in Mad Dog’s arms as he rests his back against the black leather headboard.
“Is that a satisfied silence?” he asks, and I smile at the hint of insecurity in his voice.
“I didn’t know it could feel that way.”
“What way?”
“So complete. Every part of me felt it.”
His dark eyes study my sweaty face. “And that’s good, right?”
“I know for a fact you aren’t insecure,” I tease while leaning my head on his shoulder and tightening my pussy around his cock. “If you wanted applause, you shouldn’t have fucked me senseless and limp.”
Mad Dog chuckles quietly. His mind is on what I’m doing to his cock between my legs. Soon, he groans approvingly.
“Can you fuck again?” I ask, lifting my head to stare into his smoky brown eyes. “Like tonight, I mean? You came twice already.”
Leaning his head against the wall, he sighs. “Your pussy is so hot and wet. I can’t describe how it fills to be inside you right now.”
“Are you getting hard?” I ask, running my fingers through his coarse chest hairs and kissing his lips. “I feel like your cock is getting bigger inside me.”
“Do you feel full, baby?” he murmurs and strokes my nipples.
My hips instinctively roll, wanting more. “My pussy doesn’t belong to me anymore. You own it.”
“We can share it,” he says, leaning me back and sucking my right nipple into his hungry mouth.
“Oh, Mad Dog,” I whimper as he pulls at the hard, tender flesh.
His hips thrust upward, sending his cock deeper. I hold on and let the hot waves of pleasure sweep through my body. Gripping his shoulders, I find a rhythm with his thrusts, pressing down and taking more of his wonderfully large cock. Its head taps possessively at my cervix. Filled completely, I don’t know how I bear the pleasure and pain overwhelming my body. I’m like a raw nerve plucked by a wild man.
Mad Dog moves to my other nipple and licks eagerly. His arms brace me, keeping my body upright while he fucks and sucks me into a mind-bending orgasm.
My entire body goes supernova, and I can’t catch my breath. My pussy soaks his balls and my ass. I make noises no one should ever hear—moans and gasps and crazed cries of pleasure.
That’s what Mad Dog does to me—steals my sanity and makes me beg for more.
Lifting my body up toward him, Mad Dog traps me against his chest. Our lips meet, and I moan into his mouth. One of his strong arms holds me still while his free hand fingers my asshole. My hips move faster, and my pussy throbs. No matter how much he offers, I crave more.
His lips pry free of mine long enough to instruct me to suck his fingers.
“Make them dripping wet, baby.”
I obey, bathing them with my tongue. He returns his index and middle fingers to my puckered hole. The more he teases me, the faster my hips roll.
Mad Dog sucks at my throat as his finger forces its way inside. Just a tip, enough to make me whimper and fuck him harder. With every roll of my hips, I take more of his cock and finger. Mad Dog makes me crazier when his other hand cups my right breast and pinches the nipple.
Bouncing like a wild woman, I can’t stop. I’m so close to coming. My left arm wraps around his neck to keep myself from losing my balance. My other hand seeks my clit and finds the base of his massive cock sliding between my fingers. I grip his wet flesh and use my thumb to tease my clit.
“Come, Cameo,” he instructs in a tight, hard voice.
Mad Dog is close to an orgasm. He needs my pussy to take him the final mile. I suck at his tongue and give my clit a squeeze. Just then, he thrusts his finger deeper inside and twists my nipple.
My pussy spasms around his thick cock and begins milking every drop of cum from his heavy balls. I feel out of control, feral even. I can’t get enough. I’m overwhelmed, vulnerable, spent, terrified, ravaged in every sense. Yet, I never want him to stop.
“Cameo,” he murmurs after sliding his finger from my ass.
I realize my eyes are closed. Opening them, I find Mad Dog smiling softly. He gently moves my hand away from my clit. Kissing me tenderly, he makes playful circles against my nipples. This feels like the cooldown after cheerleading practice, where we relax from a hard workout.
Never in my life has my heart beat so fast, or my body felt so overheated. Mad Dog is guiding me back to normal.
He kisses my cheeks and forehead before resting me on my back. He remains sitting with his legs open. My legs are also parted, and my knees rest on top of his. I’ve left my pussy spread for his inspection.
Smiling in a relaxed way, he fingers the jizz dripping from my swollen pussy.
“This is mine,” he says tenderly. “I’ll never want another one.”
Maybe I smile. I can’t be sure of anything now. I’m so exposed, left raw and filled with cum. My face is likely beet red. My hair is probably a mess. Yet, I’ve never felt as beautiful as when Mad Dog’s lazy gaze washes over my limp body.
“I love you,” I say without thinking.
Mad Dog smiles warmly. “Deep down, I knew you were mine as soon as we met. Now, I have no doubt.”
I’m unsure what people talk about after fucking. If there are correct words, I can’t think of them. I only know Mad Dog owns every part of me now. I feel him in my soul.
“Just relax,” he says, fingering me gently.
“Did I make you feel good?”
“No lie. That was the best fuck of my life.”
“I want to suck you,” I say and try to sit up.
“Relax,” he whispers and changes his position. “I tasted your virgin pussy. Now, I want to taste it fucked.”
To my delight, Mad Dog positions himself over me. I have complete access to his thick wet dick. My fingers immediately wrap around the flesh responsible for so much of my pleasure. I lick the head, tasting our pleasure on my tongue.
Already turned on by the heady scent of our juices, I suck faster when his lips find my pussy. Mad Dog doesn’t lick or tongue-fuck me. Instead, his fingers tenderly open me wide, and he literally kisses the swollen lips.
The room echoes with our moans and the sounds of us sucking at each other’s wet flesh. I can’t believe how thick and hard Mad Dog becomes in my mouth. He quickly coats my throat with pre-cum. Cupping his balls with one
hand, I stroke the base with my other one. Mad Dog groans and kisses my pussy with more fervor.
Tilting my head, I take more of his cock into my mouth, letting the head tease the back of my throat. Normally, I can’t relax enough to take a guy so deep, but my entire body is a bowl of blissed-out jelly.
Mad Dog lets me guide him deeper. His hips move with my encouragement. I occasionally pause to drink down his thick cum. He’s so huge and masculine, I would normally feel overwhelmed by what he could do if he just let go and fucked my throat.
But I trust his control. Mad Dog’s hips move leisurely, allowing me to take him deeply for a dozen thrusts before I pause to lick the head and enjoy his desire dripping into my mouth.
Mad Dog probably realizes I can’t concentrate if he goes wild on my pussy. His lips suck gently at my flesh, licking slowly, bringing me pleasure without sending me over the edge.
“Cameo, baby, I’m going to come,” he groans.
I relax my throat so he can thrust faster. Drinking in his flavor, I love making him feel as good as he does me.
Mad Dog makes a pained moan as his balls let go. I swallow every drop, taking pride in the pleasure I’ve given him.
When we met, my big lips made him think of blowjobs. Now, they suck his cock until he has nothing left to give.
Stroking the head of his dick, I give it a kiss and smile at how many times Mad Dog has come tonight.
He switches positions so he can kiss my lips. Wrapping his arms around my body, he cradles me against him.
“It’ll fucking kill me for you to leave tonight.”
Sighing, I can’t speak. I don’t want to think about going home. Or even what happens the next time we’re together. I’ve shared myself so completely with Mad Dog tonight. I need to let the silence linger a while longer.
Mad Dog’s stomach finally forces us apart. I ignore the first few growls as I listen to his heartbeat. In the distance, rock music still plays, and I catch enough to tap my toes.
“I might be hungry,” Mad Dog says after his stomach rumbles so loudly I flinch away from him.
“Is that normal?”
