“Damn right.”
Her feet planted on the bed, and she froze mid-arc. “What about you? Your fucking turn. Are you mine?”
She growled the words. Her tone was harsher than he’d ever heard it. Did she doubt it?
“Yes. Fuck,yes. I’ve been yours.”
“Huh, what?”
He’d let her figure that out later.
Blake snatched the damn Speedos the rest of the way down his legs. Each twist and turn of his legs only increased their torture as the tight spandex fought him every bit of the way.
Her legs stopped his slide, locking around his back and trying to inch him back up.” What the hell are you doing?” Had she always been such a demanding thing?
“I want to taste you. Get you ready.”
“I’m ready! Been ready. Get to it.”
Shewasa demanding thing.
“I want to love on you. See if your pussy tastes as good as the rest of you. Have your clit ride my nose while I taste every drop of you.”
“Later.”
“Now.”
“Blake, if you don’t put your dick in me right now. I swear to God, I will go outside and fuck the first man who–”
He slammed his dick in with one thrust. Burying his cock to her bone until his balls slapped her bottom.She still didn’t get it. He pulled back and hammered into her again. “Never say that shit to me again. Do you hear me, Cameron?” His dick sealed her pussy closed until she answered. Rotating around in wide circles while his fingers did the same on her mound. “Who’s fucking pussy is this?”
“Y-yours.”
“And who will you give it to?”
“You,onlyyou.” Sweat glistened on her forehead, and her eyes rolled back in her head when he pinched her outer lips against the nub he’d been torturing.
“Don’t fucking forget it again.”
He blasted the words against her mouth, giving her a punishing kiss. Before pulling back and pounding in her. In and out. She had to know. Fucking remember.
“You’re mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.” He slammed in, his body out of control with its insistence. Over and over, banging her higher and higher up the bed. Pushing her up until her skull thwacked on the wood headboard.
“Damn. Sorry, you okay?” The words were like bricks forcing themselves out of his mouth as he froze.
“Yes, yes. I’m fine. Don’t stop. God don’t stop. More. Fuck me more. Harder. Faster.” She pumped her ass into the air with each new demand. Pulling him back into the drumming beat that echoed through both bodies.
The beat was wild, frenetic. Relentless. Drumming out an out-of-control rhythm that synched to the song of her moans. And he added to the chorus, bellowing out incoherently until the crescendo crested, burst, and banged like cymbals clamoring until they both erupted. Burst into flames and exploded.
Until nothing remained but sweat and silence.
Chapter 5
Almost a week of being with Blake, and Cameron still wasn’t used to the ferocity of his loving. He focused on making her feel good with the same attention to detail he used to make his business a success. Some men, with his wealth, would have expected a woman to cater to his every need. Blake was the opposite. He loved making her feel good. He hadn’t had a girlfriend growing up. So, he’d lived in his fantasy world, imagining what he would do when he got one. Cameron wanted to thank every woman who’d rejected him. His vivid imagination was ruining her—spoiling her. She smiled as she felt him sliding down the sheet. No doubt, ready to ruin her some more.
“Blake, stop.” Cameron hissed, writhing in the early morning sunlight. The bedsheets bunched under her feet as he lifted her knees around his shoulders. His hands cupped her hips, tipping them into his favorite position.
“Never.” He buried his face between her thighs. Peeling back her secret lips and sucking on her nubbin.