by Wyatt, Dani
Reggie spun, and Cameron watched him wave his hand in the air and some wannabe in the corner on the bag came running. An hour of Reggie’s time was like training gold, and there were plenty of willing fighters who would gladly take Cameron’s place.
Sitting in the car, he twisted the ‘Amateur Champion’ medallion from when he was 19 that hung from his keychain. His instinct was to grab her and drive, get them away from here and close door behind them. What was happening to him? The old Cameron would be long gone by now. Fuck the gym, he should grab her and be gone. Instead, he felt the heavy silence inside his head.
They made this mess, not him. Why weren’t Roger and Larry the ones hanging their heads and trying to figure out a solution? They would have sacrificed her to clean their own asses.
He felt like he was in the Bermuda triangle, every time he thought he had it figured out, there was a brick wall. He needed her, right fucking now. It was the only thing he thought might clear his head.
His hand curled around the chrome door handle as a streak of light escaped the building and the green metal door squeaked, and he saw that smile.
Whatever happened, Cameron knew she wouldn’t be a currency in this game any longer. Even if it meant wrapping her up and crossing ten state lines to get her away, he would do whatever it took.
“Hey.” He met her at the passenger door, taking her lips before she had a chance to say anything.
“Cam —” She was a little breathless, but she looked around to be sure no one was watching.
“Stop. Get in, little girl.”
Even with all the other drums beating inside his head, as soon as he smelled that soft, floral scent of whatever girly shampoo she used, his brain shut off, and his dick took the damn reins.
“Where are we going?” She bit her lip, her telepathy on point because she could feel the tension.
“We’re going back home, gotta take the dogs out and feed them. And, I have a surprise for you. Then, we’re going to dinner. Like a real date, you deserve to be treated like a princess for once in your life.”
“We don’t have to go out. I’m fine staying in —”
That insecure beat down little girl didn’t know her own value. Didn’t realize she deserved every treasure the world had to offer.
They spent most of their time in bed, or on the couch, or in the shower, but Cameron managed to take her out a couple times a week. It was her own nerves that kept them shut in most of the time. Well, that and his over needy cock. They were usually too exhausted to think about going out.
“Uh huh, well, we’re still going out. So, get used to the idea. It’s a nice fucking place, so I got you something to wear.”
“What? You —”
Cameron could hear the protests coming, he cut her off like a New York cab driver.
“Stop — no more. You can talk about anything else, but I’m taking you out, you’re dressing up, and that’s it.” His words came out harsher than intended and out of the corner of his eye he saw her draw away.
She had come out of her shell more than he thought she would in such a short time, especially when it was just the two of them. But, she was still having a hard time understanding her own value. Her own beauty. Cameron knew he had to work harder to make sure she walked with her head high both inside the bedroom and out in the real world.
Before he took his next breath, her hand hovered over to his side of the car, landing on his knee and giving him a squeeze.
“Maybe I need a little guidance before we go out —”
Her other hand pulled on the chain around her neck as she ran her hand up the inside seam of his jeans lighting a match to the fuse that was connected directly to his now hard as fuck dick.
When she came out of her shell like this, Cameron just about lost his damn mind. His babygirl knew how to pull his strings when it came to their fun time, and it only infused his already overly needy, demanding as hell cock.
“Maybe.”
Cameron put his foot to the floor as Vic’s laughter sounded like wind chimes and her head bounced against the headrest as the Camaro’s tires squealed. There were so many things about her that were still so innocent, so childlike and free; it only made his dick harder as she laughed and ran her hand up his leg.
Cameron had every intention of getting them home, cleaned up, and out the door to dinner without a detour. But the damn banner was already flying high and suddenly making it on time for their reservations didn’t seem nearly as important as getting her naked and under his tongue.
It’s a damn miracle I got us through the damn door in one piece. Girl is on fire tonight.
Inside the house, Cameron flicked only two of the locks shut behind them before he was on her mouth again. His tongue found home and he heard the little-hitched moan in her throat as he spun her around and scooped her up like a doll and ascended the stairs without ever detaching their lips.
He could hear the dogs scratching at the porch door, but the poor pooches would have to wait a little longer. Daddy dog had business to take care of.
His gift was propped up in a cream colored gift box, a turquoise blue ribbon tied around like a soft belt on the cushioned white chair in the corner of the room.
Every moment with her still felt new, the burning, savage need that welled up inside him not diminished since that first moment when they tipped over from whatever they were before to what they were now.
“Naked. Now.”
Cameron gave her a few inches to step back, shoved his hands into his pockets and watched as she complied. Her fingers lifted the uniform gray t-shirt off the amazing swell of her tits, dropped the confining fabric of her bra, and then kicked off her jeans, leaving her naked and stunning in front of him.
“How do you get more beautiful every day?”
He could see her hands twitch, it had taken a good ten days before her habit of crossing her arms over her belly or her chest had stopped. It had also taken a few times over his knee, the last time she had discovered what his leather belt felt like across her ass, and that seemed to have solved the problem.
But, old habits die hard, and he could see that lingering flicker of doubt. That would only resolve with time. She had grown into someone more independent and free than he had ever seen her before, and it gave him a swell of pride knowing she was beginning to place the rightful value on herself.
“Come here. Right fucking here.” He pointed to an invisible spot on the floor six inches in front of him.
She liked when he ordered her. Which worked out well, because Cameron was a crazy, dirty fuck, and he liked giving the damn orders.
He could see the goosebumps on her double ‘D’s, her nipples already pulling together into dark rose buds. She had even gotten more comfortable with the Daddy play. She understood it was dominance, not some freakish pedophile thing. And, it made her crazy hot just as he knew it would.
Cameron’s fingertips followed the soft curve of her shoulder, down past her fingertips and squeezed the lush flesh of her fabulous ripe ass while she stood stone still, looking up, waiting for instruction.
He ran one hand around the front of her hips, moving slowly downward tickling her in that sensitive spot where her hip and her thigh met — just a few inches below her panty line and he felt her body quake.
“You want me to touch you?”
She pulled that lower lip between her teeth and Cameron felt like someone punched him in the gut. Her cheeks were turning rose red, and her eyelids were already falling to half mast, fluttering like dragonfly wings.
“Yes, please.”
He had taught her well, she knew they were playing now, and she was joining right in like a natural.
Cameron ran his hand down the crease between her body and her outer lips, slowly, tracing a line until he heard little gasping whimpers coming from that place deep inside her that hold her most desperate needs.
“Like this?” He kept his voice low, steady.
He teased her outer lips, slowly run
ning back and forth — one finger on each side. She was already flowing out like a river, and that hitch in her breath only make him swallow hard, trying to hold onto the mind he was about to lose.
“Inside, God, please, put your fingers inside—”
Even a week ago she would have been far too embarrassed to ask for what she wanted. She quickly began to own her needs, and that only made Cameron hotter than Vegas in July when she took responsibility for her own pleasure.
“Good girl —” Cameron slipped two fingers into her heated cunt, and he felt her knees buckle, then she steadied, and her face dropped; her hair hanging down as she whimpered somewhere between desperation and bliss.
He felt time slow as it always did when they were like this, his fingers gliding in her slick flow back and forth, watching and feeling her for every signal. Cameron slipped his free hand behind her neck, cradling her head as he felt himself tightening like a spring as his digits danced inside her.
“Tell me what you want —” He whispered low into her ear.
“Inside —” Her voice came out in gaspy lurch, the one word sounded like it pained her.
“Who do you belong to?” He toyed with the chain around the back of her neck where he felt the weight of her head in his hand.
He teased at her entrance, two fingers slipping from clit to core, flicking there, then running back up to rub her swollen nub.
“You.” He knew how difficult words were right now; her body was shaking, and she was gushing over his hand in desperation.
“That’s right. I want everyone to know you belong to me. I’m going to brand you with my mark. Tag you with my treasures and eventually, take root inside you until your belly swells and we show everyone just how much you belong to me.”
He dove inside her from bottom and top. Stifling whatever words might have come out with his mouth on hers as he finger fucked her, feeling the tightness purr and quiver around his fingers.
He devoured every feeling, every nuance and subtlety of her body inside and out. The way her walls latched onto him, fluttered and clenched as he curled his fingers and worked her magical spot. He worked inside, then pulled out, running long and wet along her open slit, then back inside, over and over until he felt her body crumple, and she moaned out like a wrecked doll.
Cameron’s dick was hard as Valerian steel as she creamed and screamed. Her fingers latched onto the dark ink of his arms, her nails almost breaking the skin just above where the spider web tattoo indented under his tricep.
His cock replied with its fury, amplifying his lust into a hurricane spinning inside him verging on losing control.
He had intended on waiting, but his girl was on fire and now seemed like the time. His hand dug into her ass, sinking his fingers down until they tickled at her back entrance.
She was still grinding on the fingers of his other hand as the last of her orgasm sent tremors over her skin. Cameron slipped one finger down below, wet it with her copious juices then slipped it inside her ass, pulsing with the undulations of her fading orgasm.
“OH my god —” She clutched her arms around him like a drowning victim.
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Cameron had introduced her to ass play fairly early on. Working her softly with his tongue, then a fingertip, then a little light finger fuck — she came like a demon whenever he rocked his cock in one side and his finger in the other, and today she was ready for the real show.
He’d had her sleep with a slick, glass plug in her ass twice already this week. Training her body was important, because, with his monster cock, he didn’t want her to end up in the damn hospital the first time out.
Her body fell into his chest, his finger slipping up inside her ass to the knuckle, then pulsing in and out until she screamed, and her body yielded to another toe curling orgasm.
“Who does this ass belong to?” Cameron let his finger fall out of her ass as she took a deep, pleasured breath.
“To you, Daddy.” She exhaled it into his chest, he could feel the warmth of her words through his t-shirt as his heart pounded on her cheek.
She didn’t throw in the ‘Daddy’ often, but when she did, it sent Cameron’s blood pressure as high as some overweight chain smoker running a marathon. It lit the protective fire in his belly like some cosmic accelerant, and he was ready to fuck the damn paint off the walls.
His girl knew how to work him; she become so sensual, so uninhibited in such a short time. No doubt his little babygirl was a freak at heart and that only made her an even more perfect match for his own crazed, nasty, maniac, horny heart.
Cameron gently stood her back up off his chest, stripped himself in about four seconds, kicking off his jeans into a blue puddle next to his feet as his shoes flung against the wall making a harsh ‘thud’.
“Down.”
She obediently fell to her knees, her hands already pumping and sending a jolt of pre-cum out the tip of his cock as she leaned in and lapped it up like a thirsty dog.
She made little mewing sounds as she tasted his flavor, and Cameron felt his balls seize up prematurely listening to her little fuck-suck noises from below.
He could tell she was hot, she engulfed his head in one gulp. She usually lapped and teased him for a while before gobbling him down.
She could tell something new was in the air. Although Cameron made sure she understood there was no part of her body that was off limits, he never told her in so many words that his cock was going to be re-homed in her ass at some point in the near future.
It was going to take some freaking self-control to not hurt her. He would prime her ass with his mouth and tongue until she was begging for it, but still, his beast cock was nothing to snort at.
He knew he would have to take it slow, easing into her when every cell in his body revolted and begged him to hammer away like the lust-crazed madman he was.
She worked the weapon between his legs like a master. He felt the fuse on his cannon begin to shorten as her hand cupped his balls, and she used her throat to massage his dick.
“Jesus fucking Christ — that’s fucking amazing.” Cameron’s eyes closed, the ink on his chest twitched, and his hands settled on the top of her head.
The tendons in his thick muscled forearms looked like cables ready to snap, moving the contrast of black ink and flesh in undulations as he tried in desperation to hold himself back.
She was laying some universal dreamworks on him today, he felt his seed coming up fast and he settled his hand on her head, pulling her back and off.
“What? Why’d you stop?”
“Because babygirl, I’ve got another surprise for you. That ass is mine today, and I’m saving every drop to fill you from the bottom up.”
She stopped breathing. Cameron counted — one, two, three, four, five — finally, she gasped, and her eyelids fell back into place. Her cheeks were already the shade of cherry blossoms, but they darked another two shades as Cameron guided her to the bed.
“First things first, I’m going to bury my face between your thighs until you scream for my cock. Then, I’m going to fuck you — edging you toward the goal line but not letting you cross. When you don’t even know your own name anymore, I’m going to tongue fuck your ass until you don’t give a shit what I do to you. An ass like yours was made for this babe and it’s time for me to discover the last frontier.”
There was not much holding his shit together at this point, she looked like a kid standing in line to ride the big roller coaster for the first time.
Eyes wide, a halted breathing that alternated between panting and gasping matched only by the way her belly was quivering as Cameron commanded her into straddling position over his face as he took up his position on the bed.
What a fucking view. World class. I’m the luckiest man alive.
He liked her like this, lowering herself onto his face from above, he got a killer view and his hands were free to pinch and pull at those crazy beautiful tits while his mouth and tongue did their bidding.
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sp; Without another word, Cameron drank in her flavor, his tongue moving slowly at first, lapping at the cum juices that already flowed out of her like a crazed nympho. She started preening and cooing as soon as he sunk in, his hands working her tits until her nipples were bright red and hard as stones.
So much for dinner reservations — fuck it. We’ll show up an hour late — or two, I’ll growl at them until they find us a table if necessary.
“Oh my God—”
It sounded like she was about to cry, but he knew better, he was toying with her, bringing her to the edge, then pulling back, over and over driving her crazy with his mouth.
He would be right here between her legs for hours at a time if she would let him. He never tasted another pussy as sweet and perfect as hers. Her body weeped onto his face as he lapped, and stabbed into her slow and steady until he knew she couldn’t take much more.
Cameron took control of her hips, lurching his head up onto the pillow; he began his assault on the dark star as he listened to her make sweet songs of her desperate moans and whimpers.
He dove his tongue, pushing inside until she softened, and he tongue fucked her from behind as her hips shook in his hands. He pulled back just as he felt her grind down on his mouth.
Not yet babe.
“Please — please, I can’t —”
She was having trouble forming words, good, onto phase two.
“You want my cock?”
“God, yes —” Her hips were like pistons, every time he traced his tongue over her engorged clit she shuddered and bucked.
“Who does this pussy belong to?”
“Yyyoooouuuou, it’s yours. Jesus, please —” Her head shook and nodded all at once.
She doesn’t know yes from no, or right from left. Perfect, god damn perfect.
“And, who am I?”
“Cam, please —” She wiggled those thick hips as he slid out from under her.
The desperation in her voice made his heart pound like cymbals in his chest, but she was trying to rush him, and that shit wasn’t going to fly. It was low and slow today, and she had better get with the program fast.
