My entire body shakes with anticipation. My arms are stretched as far as they can go in a wide wingspan, my fingers clutching the corners of the counter to keep myself up.
All I want to do is turn around and pull Camden into me. I want to feel his body flush against mine. To wrap my legs around him and dig my heels into the muscles right above his hips as he rocks into me. But I don’t because I’m turned on by the way he tells me what to do. He’s incredibly commanding, and it fuels my desire further. When he runs the tip of his cock through my wetness, I let out a loud moan, eager to feel him slip inside.
He teases me, circling my clit with his cock but never quite pushing in where I need him.
“Camden,” I moan, needing more of him. Needing to finally feel him inside me.
“I want to feel all of you.” His voice comes out forced, as if he’s speaking through a locked jaw. Maybe it’s taking all of him to show the restraint he is. “Tell me you’re on the pill. I will wear a condom otherwise, but I don’t want to put a barrier between us.”
“I am. I don’t either.” I pant, arching into him to try and coax him inside me. It doesn’t work, but I do hear him suck in a breath from the feeling.
At least I’m not alone in the pure lust and desperation I feel right now.
“Good.” He pushes a little further, already stretching me when only the head of his cock is inside me. “Fuck, baby, you’re squeezing me so hard.”
I moan, my eyes squeezing shut from the overwhelming sense of him. He’s everywhere all at once, with his cock pushing into me, his fingers digging into my hips, keeping me right where he wants me. His weight falls on me, his front pushing into my back as he slips inside.
He curses under his breath again. It’s too much. He’s too big. “I can’t,” I pant, even though my body does the opposite, pushing against him to push him deeper inside. “You’re too big,” I finish.
His palm smacks against my ass again. I feel myself clench around him in pleasure from it. I’ve never had someone be rough with me in the bedroom. My sex life has always been as vanilla as it comes. This isn’t vanilla—and I’ve never been more aroused. I love the bite of his skin against mine as he strikes the delicate skin as a punishment. The careful way he watches me after, his palm soothing the pain as he makes sure he’s not doing anything I don’t want him to do.
“You will take me like the good little whore you are. You got that?” To prove a point, he shoves all the way inside me, no longer letting me adjust around him slowly.
I take a deep breath in, using the slight stall of his movements to my advantage to take a breath. It hurts. He’s far larger than anything I’ve ever had, but it feels incredibly good. When he slowly pulls back, I can’t help but moan.
“You’re doing such a good job taking my cock, baby.” He slides in and out a few more times before he shocks me by ripping his body away from mine. He doesn’t leave me any time to complain. Before I can do anything, he’s lifting my body, turning me in midair and setting me on the island. It’s cold against my bare ass, but I love being face-to-face with him again.
He dives in for a kiss, kissing me with so much desperation and passion that for a moment, it takes my breath away. I don’t know how to exhale the air in my lungs. All my body can do is think of the way his kiss owns me. I’ve never felt the red-hot passion that I feel with him. It’s been seconds since he’s been inside me, and I already miss him. Luckily, he must feel the same way because he’s forcing my legs open and fitting his narrow hips between my thighs.
“You come around my cock when I tell you to,” he commands, pushing into me once again. “And you save your energy because I have so much planned for you.”
“What about the date I planned?”
“I’ll make sure it still happens. But not until you’ve come again and again and I say you’re done.”
He pulls me across the island until I’m seated on the very edge of it. His hands grab at my hips, keeping me steady as he picks up the pace. He’s too big, and it feels like too much. Between my thighs stings from how wide he stretches me, how deep he pushes in.
It’s all too much, but at the same time, it isn’t nearly enough. I’m not sure anything would ever be enough. Our first time isn’t even over yet, and I know he’s laid claim to my body forever. There’s no way another person will ever fit as perfectly as he does.
He picks up speed until it’s a punishing pace. I’m lost in watching his every reaction. He’s fucking me like he’s lost all sense of control. Like he can’t get ahold of any of his actions, and it’s his body doing all of the talking.
I love it.
My head falls backward as a satisfied smile spreads over my lips. I’ve made Camden Hunter lose control. I’ve never felt more powerful from the realization, even if I’m losing just as much control as he is. The difference is I’m always a person who loses control. I find it fun to let loose. Camden isn’t the same. It feels even more special to see him unravel like this. To lose himself completely to the magic our bodies are creating.
“Fuck, shortcake.” He buries his face in the crook of my neck. His breath is hot along my skin, his kisses against it warm and tender. “You’re taking my cock so well. You’re molding around me, your body proving that your pussy is meant for me and only me.” His teeth rake along my skin, but he doesn’t sink them into the tender flesh. His mouth is sweet and gentle along my neck. His hips are the opposite. The sound of smacking skin fills the room.
He catches my mouth with his, plunging his tongue inside. We taste each other’s moans, my hands circling his neck to try and keep my body steady. He fucks me so hard I’m close to falling off the counter. Not that I think he’d actually let that happen.
His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling on it to force my back to arch. “In case I haven’t made it clear,” he adds, slowing down. This new pace overwhelms me. It’s slow and passionate, firing off so many nerve endings in my body.
I’m about to come. The pressure builds low in my core, threatening to spill over in pure ecstasy.
“Camden,” I plead, remembering what he said about waiting until he told me to. I don’t think I can stop it from happening. It feels too good and too intense to stop.
“You’re squeezing me so hard. It’s greedy and sexy as hell.”
I moan again, my skin prickling with pleasure from the building orgasm. “I’m going to—”
He pauses, making my eyes pop open because this is the second time he’s brought me right to the edge, only to yank me away from it.
His cocky smile is almost enough to send me over the edge anyway. Sweat beads at his brow from the exertion. He’s so incredibly beautiful. So sexy. But he’d be a lot hotter if he let me come.
“You’re an asshole,” I moan, bucking my hips to try and get friction. He holds steady inside me, not giving me what I want.
“Ask for it nicely.” The cocky smirk doesn’t leave his lips. He does pick up pace, but barely. Just enough to tease me even further.
“I need to come,” I beg, circling my hips.
Air hisses through his teeth, his jaw tightening with restraint. “You’ll come, baby. Multiple times. But not until you ask me nicely to make my cock all messy from your cum.”
Jesus. His mouth is dirty. I feel like I need to go to church after this to wash the filthy words from my mind. I’d never do it. I want to remember the naughty words he uttered. Even the dirty words are another reminder of how perfect, put-together Camden can lose control.
“Please, I need to come,” I pant, my fingers tangling in his hair to pull his face to mine.
All it earns me is another satisfied smirk, the upturned corners of his mouth only an inch from my lips. “Yes, my girl needs to come. Good job asking for it nicely.” He seats himself completely in me, stealing my surprised yelp straight from my mouth. He pulls away slightly, choosing a pace that easily has the pressure building all over again. “Come all over my cock. Let me feel it.”
His words send me over the edge. Even with his tongue in my mouth, my moans still echo between us. There are so many sensations that tears prick my eyes. It’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt, and it isn’t even over yet.
Camden milks the orgasm for all it’s worth, his pace never relenting.
When my eyes finally drift open, I find him watching me closely. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he mutters. “I want to see it again.”
