by Wyatt, Dani
Her body enveloped him and it was as sweet as the first time. He held himself there, reveling in the heat, the softness, and the connection. She took him inside in a wave of something as close to two souls binding into one as he could imagine.
Before her, sex was just sex. With her, he wanted her to become part of him, to keep her like this, connected forever. Nothing in life before this could compare to the way he felt about her, he wanted nothing more than to possess her like some kind of supernatural demon and own her fucking soul.
She was wiggling and mewing, and Cameron knew after all the buildup, his body may not give him a hell-of-a-lotta time, so he grabbed two hand fulls of ass and began to work her pussy as it snapped around him from tip to root.
“God damn, baby, you feel so fucking good.”
“Harder — I want it all.”
She showed off the freak he knew she was; his little girl may have saved up for him, but her game was already tight.
“Baby, I don’t want to hurt you.” He could barely get the words out, he knew he had to hold back, she really had no idea just how hard he could go if he didn’t rein himself in.
Cameron dug his dick down anther inch until he was sure he would bottom out, but she let out a howl and her body shook around his cock. That shit had to hurt, the way her body felt like a tight rubber band barely yielding to his girth, she had to be in pain.
He gave her a moment, then reared back, slowly stroking only a few inches, then back out. He gave her as much as he thought she could take, and if the moans and purring were any indication, he had caught her rhythm.
His heart was ready to beat out of his chest, but he kept to it, giving her a few short teasing strokes before going deeper and her body flowed like a river over his dick.
“God babe —,” The words came out in a desperate groan.
Cameron closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as his head fell back, daring his body to hold on just a little longer, giving her his length an inch at a time until he felt his toes curl and his balls gather like an angry mob.
He was as deep as he thought would be safe for her, but she was hitching her hips back and fucking into each stroke driving him like a fucking mad man. The deeper he went, the harder she moaned, and he felt every inch of her heat and she still wanted more.
Cameron wrapped his arm around her hip, finding the slick open slit where her hard nub stood swollen and ready. He followed her hips up and back with the motion of his fingers until her insides damn near broke his dick off.
The bed was about to give in, creaking and making two dark holes in the wall where the posts pounded into the stark white walls.
He lost all sense of time and place as she came hard, his mouth coming down on her shoulder and marking into her with a hard bite that only had her pussy lurching backward and begging him for more.
Her body was like an ivory sculpture below him, all soft curves, and warm moisture, and he knew he was about to lose his head if he wasn’t careful. She was asking for more, but he knew better, she was surely at her limit already.
Besides, he was missing out on seeing that fuck-me face, and he needed to kiss her and watch her as she moaned and came on his cock.
Cameron pulled back, and Victoria’s hips began to follow him.
“No — don’t stop. You’re not hurting me —”
His baby was going to wear his ass out, he knew that now. She may have a few years of catching up to do, and if this was any indication, his dick may have met his match.
“I’m not fucking done, but I want to see your face, babe. I want to watch you when you cum.”
For a quick second, it occurred to him that she hadn’t asked or seemed to be worried about protection. Cameron didn’t have the intention of planting his seed in her right then, but from the way the last few days had gone, he had discovered a new, unfamiliar desire to breed.
And, if the throbbing down in his balls was any indication, it may not be long before he let himself go — daring his seed to root, but not yet.
“Come here, I want to watch you.”
He guided her up and onto him as he leaned back on the pillowed softness of the headboard, her soft heat swallowing him as her face looked down and he drank her in from below.
“That’s it, babygirl, fuck me. I want to watch you fuck me.”
Be careful what you wish for. You may just cross the crazy bridge and never return, big man. If you're not careful, you may just fuck yourself right into the nuthouse.
Every moment he looked at her, she become more sensual than the second before. But, now, Jesus, looking up as she lowered herself, her slick moisture engulfed him and her hips started to move, Cameron knew if something happened and his heart stopped beating right now, he would have died the happiest he had ever been.
“Like this?” Her sweet voice and eyes looking down for approval almost exploded his cock after two strokes.
“Yeah, babe, God damn, yeah, like that — Fuck yeah —”
It took all his will to keep his eyes open, to hold on for just another few minutes. He needed to watch her; he needed to make her cum again so he would have this image burned into his memory like a white hot branding iron.
“Oh my god —” Victoria moaned as he filled her, her hands pushing up on his chest as she impaled herself.
Cameron guided her hips down, meeting her thrusts as he watched her glorious tits sway and bounce.
“Take it, take what you want babe. Just like that, fuck me how you like it —”
His words turned her hips to furious, churning dictators. Her slit slid warm and wet on his groin as she ground down into him, taking her own pleasure.
“God, oh my God —”
A river flowed out of her — down over his balls as she took to riding him like a pro. Watching her lose her inhibitions and trust him like this was almost more glorious than any sensation she was giving him.
The combination of watching her and the way her pussy was clutching like a glove two sizes too small had his toes curling and his head pounding.
She came again, hard and screaming as he fucked back into her until he was sure she forgot her own damn name.
She slumped into his neck, the warmth of her body against him from cheek to hips almost more than he could handle.
“Cum baby, god damn, you’re so beautiful when you cum. Jesus Vic —”
She was taking almost all of him, but her body was shaking and her scream sounded like she may have bit off more than she could chew.
She was still wracking on his cock when he clutched her hips, flipped their positions and lay her down on the bed and slipped out of her pulsing wetness.
“No, don’t — I want to feel you cum —” Her voice quivered as Cameron climbed over her ravaged body.
“Not yet babe. We’ll talk about it, but not fucking right now. I’m done, open your mouth —”
Victoria’s lips opened, her eyes longing as she stared up and Cameron gave his girth the last few strokes needed for him to blow.
He emptied his balls into her mouth as she opened like an obedient child. He sprayed on her tongue as she swallowed and looked up at him with the eyes of an angel.
Even as he finished round one, his cock already tingled with thoughts of what he would do with her in round two.
Down boy, take a second. We don’t want to kill her the first week out. We have a lifetime, we’ll get back here, but we gotta give the girl a minute. Okay? Fuck. Greedy fuck. Not that I can blame him, my dick knows a good thing when it comes along, but I know she’s gotta still be hurting, no matter what her fuck-me voice says.
Cameron drew her close, his face coming down to hers.
“Wait, maybe I should brush my teeth,” Victoria said.
Her hand fluttered over her lips.
“That bad?”
“No, actually. No. But, I didn't’ think you would want to kiss me yet —”
He shut her up right there. She had no idea what a perverted animal he was, and there
was nothing about sex with her that would be off limits. He was a dog before, and now that he was given a taste of the dream, he knew his girl was in trouble, she just didn't know it yet.
After he broke their kiss, she gave him the best gift she had to offer, looking at him with a smile that lit up his soul.
“Thank you. That’s was — amazing. I mean, I’m not sure what I thought sex would feel like. But, God, I couldn’t have imagined this.”
Thank you? She’s fucking thanking me? Fucked up.
“What the fuck, babe? Don’t you ever fucking thank me for this. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted in my fucking life. To see you like this, to feel you around me. If I could, I would freeze this moment and keep you right here locked on my dick for the rest of your damn life. Jesus, don’t thank me. You have no idea how you make me feel. I’d conquer the fucking world for you right now. I’m Alexander the Great, Napoleon, and Genghis Khan all wrapped up in one. You’re mine, 100%. I thought I wanted you before, but fuck, right now, if I could consume you, make you part of me I would.”
Cameron could see in her eyes she didn’t know what to say, so he lifted her up and carried her into the bathroom, giving her a shower and exploring her body in an entirely different way.
There was no rush to the finish; he wanted to know every part of her, every soft curve and nuance; every freckle, and scar. She was his after all, and she needed to get used to having him on her like white on rice.
It didn't take long before his greedy as fuck cock was standing up, and after giving her a good long tongue fucking, he took her again up against the shower wall, finishing with her on her knees, those amazing lips wrapped around him and sucking him dry.
“I may have met my match.” Cameron kissed her as he toweled off her beautiful, soft curves.
In the back of his mind, the fury that burned before today turned into all out hell fire and he knew by the time he got all this other shit straightened out, someone was going to be begging for their life.
31
Victoria stared at Cameron, still in disbelief of how they became this new combination of souls so quickly.
She knew him. They didn’t have the journey of discovery, that slow dance of couples with the luxury of knowing each other a drip at a time, like a candle burning down until there was nothing else to know.
No. Cameron was a deluge, she knew him as well as anyone in her life, but everything about him felt new, amplified, electric, and ultimately dangerous.
He looked like a frayed wire, the protective outer wrapping worn thin, the deadly energy contained inside just a moment away from breaking through and tearing into someone like a macerator.
“You have everything?” Cameron said.
Victoria slung her olive green messenger bag over her uniform Southside gray t-shirt cutting a deep indent between her breasts.
She couldn’t help but tug and pull at the t-shirt, trying to hide the way she filled out everything a bit more than she felt she should.
“Stop that. Right fucking now. I’m serious, you’re gonna learn one way or the other.”
Cameron gave her a glare, and she let her hands drop and her fingers clutched onto the strap of her bag.
“Whatever. You’re a pain, leave me alone for two seconds will you?” Victoria couldn’t help the swarm of butterflies that were flapping in her belly as he eyed her up and down.
“No. I’m not going to leave you alone for two fucking seconds,” he mocked her with a smile. “Now, come on. If you want to go to work, let’s go.”
He opened the door, the four locks standing on top of one another stacked and waiting to do their job as soon as they were on the other side and Cameron jiggled the keys in his hand.
Victoria worked her way toward the door, as soon as she moved to squeeze by him, one long, tattooed arm swooped behind her back and intercepted her.
His lips were amazingly soft and warm, and when he kissed her, she felt it all the way down in her toes.
Victoria felt her legs threaten to go on strike as he curled his arm around her and stole the little breath she still had away.
Cameron had seated himself inside her twice since she woke up two hours ago and he certainly didn’t have a starter size dick, and she winced with every step.
“We have a few extra minutes. Come on.” Cameron lurched a step back toward the sofa.
“NO, come on. I’m already like an hour late. Everyone is going to wonder where I am. I’m never late, besides, walking is decidedly more difficult than it was two days ago.”
“I don’t give a sack of buffalo balls what anyone else wonders. What am I supposed to do with this?”
He grabbed her hand, settling it on the thick pressure on the front of his jeans. Victoria’s stomach did a cartwheel, but her brain stayed in control if only by a hair.
“You’re insatiable. We have to go. Come on. I have quarterly payroll withholding tax reports to send in today. The state don’t wait.”
“But, apparently I do.”
“Don’t pout. I think maybe you have a medical condition. As far as I can tell, that monster you’ve got down there is always like that. Doesn’t it ever rest?”
“Not around you. You’re the forbidden fruit, and I’m the fucking serpent.”
Cameron swirled her out onto the porch, his arm still around her waist, holding her firm while he turned each deadbolt into place.
“Is that what I am?”
“Listen.” He was changing the subject, his manner more serious as he pulled her down the front steps and toward the garage. “That shit last night — got me distracted.”
He unlocked the steel bar across the garage door and swung the 400 pounds like it was a toothpick. The grinding sound of metal wheels on the track screeched as he pushed the button for the overhead door to open.
Victoria followed his arm as he settled her into the car and shut the door, taking his own seat and easing the Camaro down the driveway and onto the street.
“Distracted from what?”
“I need to know. What you and Asher talked about. I’m giving you one chance to tell me the truth, I’m a motherfucker, but I’ll be okay either way, whatever you say I’ll sit with it. But, now’s the time, not tomorrow, not next week, next year — right fucking now, Vic. I’m already so far gone, but if there is something you need to tell me, please, tell me now before —”
He looked over, and Victoria watched the muscles in his jaw flex.
“Really, do you feel anything for Ash? Anything at all? He’s my brother; I’d die for him, so if there is anything you have to say — “
“Cameron, no. Nothing, I love him like a brother. That’s all. Didn’t we cover this?”
“You loved me like a brother, too.”
“Yeah, well, that’s what I’ve been telling myself for ten years, but obviously it wasn’t the truth.”
Victoria smiled, trying to loosen up the way his teeth were grinding as he curved the Camaro toward the gym.
“That’s what I mean. You got some truth deep down for Asher? Because, I’ll give you this one out, after that, it’s you and me. You know me, I’m not fucking reasonable, I’ll fucking tear down the damn world apart if I ever find out — fuck, I can’t even say it.”
“Stop. NO, it’s nothing like what I feel for you. Nothing. I don’t even know what I feel for you, but I’ve never felt anything like this and I certainly don’t have anything like it for Asher. Just don’t worry.”
“Fine. But, just so you know, I’m not hiding us. We’re not spending time in the closet like we have something to fucking hide. It’s out, today and let the shit fly because that is not your concern. Got it?”
“Don’t, really, please. I’m not ready. Don’t tell anyone yet. Please, just give it a little while. After last night and everything, I don’t think I can handle another round with Dad and Larry. Cameron —”
She could tell in his head the decision was already made. Fear choked her and she felt the prick of tears thinking o
f what would happen when Cameron dropped this little bombshell to the family.
“Fuck them. What the fuck do you care what they think? Jesus, after everything Roger’s put you through, fuck. What’s this fucked up loyalty you have?”
“He’s my Dad, Cameron. I can’t just ignore him, pretend he doesn’t exist. I work with him, I have to be with him everyday, not you.”
“Yeah, well, we can fix that, I told you.”
The rust colored three-story brick building with ‘Southside Gym’ painted on the side was getting larger as they pulled down the back alley.
Victoria wanted to jump into his lap kiss him and slap him at the same time. She was more than familiar with this obstinate, stubborn streak, but the volume had suddenly been turned up to 10 and she knew she was going to have come up with sharper skills to work around his badassery.
“Listen you big dope —” She lay her hand on his knee, immediately the energy in the car changed, and he looked over at her. “Just please, for me, give it a few days at least. And, I need my car. I'm supposed to go to the gallery at 3, but I need my car. They’re going to let me know how many of my photos they’re going to show. They’ve had them enlarged and printed to canvas. They’re like three and four feet across, God, I can’t wait to see them so big.”
Cameron gave her stone silence, but those blue eyes locked onto her face like a laser. Victoria felt the heat come up in her cheeks, and that fluttering in her belly secured a spot down below her waist and suddenly she forgot what she was talking about.
“Fine.”
His one word broke the spell, and she licked her lips, her heart racing like a thoroughbred running the third leg of the Triple Crown.
“Fine what?”
“Your car will be here by three. I’ve got a full day at Reggie’s, but I’ll be back here by 6 to take you home.”
“Home?”
“Yeah, home.”
“You’ve decided? You decided where I live? Well, that’s great. I really enjoyed that conversation we had about where I would live.”
“Don’t test me. I told you last night you’re staying with me.”
