“Come camping with me for the Fourth of July.”
“Will it hurry you up if I agree to it?” I bite out, and he chuckles.
“Yeah.”
“Then fine. I’ll go camping with you. Now stick your dick in me. I’mdying.”
“Will you moan for me if I do?” Sem asks, and I shake my head.
“Never.”
Sem wets his lips. “Bet I can make you moan.”
I bite the inside of my cheek and shake my head again because I’ve lost the ability to talk. All this anticipation has fried my brain.
He rips open the condom package with his teeth and rolls it onto his leaking cock.
Then those strong hands lift my legs and place them on his shoulders. He grips my hips and places himselfright there.
“Hurry,” I plead, and Sem turns his head slightly, biting down gently on my ankle. “So impatient. Maybe I should make you wait a little longer.”
“Don’t be an asshole. I’ve waited a hundred hours for this. I’m dying of old age!” I bite out as he shifts his hips forward. A relieved exhale leaves my throat as he breaches me, and then he slowly,slowly, enters me. Until I’m fully impaled on him.
My hands flex as I scramble for purchase, but I’m helpless beneath him. I’m entirely immobile and completely at his will and I can see in his eyes that he likes it. Me tied up. Helpless. Begging for it.
He pulls out and thrusts back in, and I huff, trying to keep my whimpers and moans at bay. I’m already so close, and he hasn’t even really done anything. But that torture I had to endure earlier, of watching him sketch me, has made me all kinds of crazy.
“Make all the fucking sounds. I want to hear you,” he says, leaning forward, nearly bending me in half.
And part of me wants to give in, but what’s life without a bit of challenge?
“No,” I whisper, and he clenches his jaw as he pumps in and out of me in short bursts that make my back arch. He’s rubbing against the spot inside of me again, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to come without anyone even touching my dick.
That seems to be a thing when I’m with Sem.
He places his big hands on the mattress on either side of my face and leans down farther. My legs slip off his shoulders and link around his waist as he tunnels in and out of me.
“Look at you,” he says, tilting his face and running his nose up my cheek, breathing deeply. “So fucking tight for me. You like having your ass full of my big cock? Tell me how much you want me to come in your tight hole.”
Oh, sweet Jesus.
“No dirty talk,” I manage to choke out, but Sem just quirks that mouth up a little realizing how much I like it.Goddammit.
“Nah. You’re taking it so good, Maggie. Like a good little cock slut.” His hard thrusts emphasize each word.“My. Little. Slut.”
God, this man is killing me.
I bite down on my lower lip and close my eyes, which just makes it worse because my senses become heightened. I can feel his warm breath hit my neck as he pummels me into the mattress. I feel the slick sweat sliding between our bodies and his heartbeat thundering in his chest.
“Your pretty little ass was made for my cock. It’s begging for it. Will you beg me for it too, Maggie?”
A whimper escapes me as he rolls his hips up and hits that spot just right.
“Yes! More, please. Fuck.”
“That’s my good boy,” he grunts, and I moan uncontrollably at those words.
As soon as that sound echoes around the small room, he picks up the pace, licking the rim of my ear and growling, “I want to hear you come. Say my name, Maggie.Say it.”