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He lays me down and hovers over me, his hands on either side of my head. “I love you, Morgan.”
“I love you too,” I murmur as my fingers grab the bottom of his hoodie and lift, pulling it and the shirt beneath off of him.
I throw them to the floor, and his rough hands grasp my sweater, lifting it up and over my head. It quickly joins his clothes on the ground. My bra is next to go.
“You are so beautiful, every single inch of you,” he says as his eyes explore me, burning a trail of desire on my body.
Sitting up, I reach for his pants, running my hand down the bulge that’s trying to break free. I hook my fingers in the waistband and pull them down over his hips, surprised at how hard he already is as his massive erection springs free.
Grabbing my chin, he lifts my head up to meet his gaze and doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t need to. Words don’t mean anything to people who were hurt by never-ending broken promises. His thumb swipes my bottom lip.
He nods his head, and I let him guide me to my feet. Holding my stare, he undoes my jeans and shimmies them down my legs, slowly bringing his fingers back up my now-bare skin to the lace of my panties. They are next to go. But first, he glides his fingers between my legs, finding how soaked I already am. He smirks and grabs the thin lace, pulling it down to my ankles in one smooth motion.
Every nerve in my body is alive and on edge, anxiously waiting for his touch.
Reaching out, I grab his dick, rubbing my thumb over the moist tip. He licks and bites his lip.
With a hand on my chest, he pushes me back to the bed, and I fall down on my elbows and shimmy my way closer to the pillows.
Cam stands at the end of the bed, just watching me. Smirking, he shakes his head, and his lips break into a full smile.
“I’m the luckiest man alive.” He moans as he begins stroking himself, base to tip.
He follows me onto the bed and grabs my left leg, placing kisses from the top of my foot, up my calf, and up the inside of my thigh, each kiss more sensitive than the last. He repeats these steps with my right leg before lying down with his head between my legs.
His tongue runs up my soaked center, and I gasp, throwing my head back. He eases a finger inside me, circling it, over and over. Another finger joins in, stretching me slowly.
“So tight for me, baby,” he whispers, adding a third finger.
His tongue latches on to me. As his fingers begin pumping faster and faster, his tongue matches the quick pace until I’m a mumbling and moaning mess on the verge of bliss.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” Cam praises me before his tongue finds the perfect spot again.
My breathing quickens, and—oh shit, here it comes. “Oh fuck! Cam!”
His fingers continue their delicious torture as he tears the top of a foil packet with his teeth that he seemed to pull out of thin air.
“You trust me?” he asks as he positions himself between my thighs.
“Yes,” I whimper. “I trust you.”
Fuck, I don’t know how that’s going to fit.
As if reading my mind, he says, “Don’t worry, baby. You were made for me; you were made for this.”
His tip slides in, and I gasp, feeling the tightness overwhelm every cell in my body. Thrusting in further, he stretches me, molding my body to his.
“Fuck,” he growls as he grabs my thighs and lifts my hips up.
Reaching over me, he pushes in deeper and grabs a pillow, placing it under my hips and lower back, lining us up.
He pulls out just slightly and thrusts in harder and faster this time.
“Goddamn,” I whimper and writhe as he begins pumping in and out of me, stronger with each thrust.
“You’re doing so good,” he says before pulling out to the tip and inching back in.
“Cam…” I beg him for more. “Please.”
