Page 81 of Made to Be

My eyes popped open wide, flaring with heat. An idea flittered to the surface of my lust-addled brain. If he was going to talk dirty, then I would need to level the playing field.

And I knew just how to do that.

When Cam released my lip, I leaned back slightly, sending his fingers even deeper.

“That’s it. Keep doing that,” I encouraged breathlessly. “Fuck, stretch me. Fill me up. That’s a good boy.”

His deep, answering groan so unlike all the others was all the confirmation I needed that I had guessed correctly all that time ago.

Cam – my sweet, shy, funny, witty love – had a praise kink.

“Yes, Cam, you feel...” I released a long, quavery sigh and resumed kissing him. “So good.You’re perfect. I want your perfect dick inside me.” I moaned unrestrained between our feverish, sloppy kisses. And once I’d started my dirty talk, I couldn’t seem to stop.

“I want you to fuck me raw and hard,” I whined. Cam’s dick flexed.

“I need you to fill me up with your cock. Just use my ass as much as you want,” I begged. Cam’s hips jerked upward.

“Then I want you to cum inside me. So much that it leaks out of me for days. Please... please, Cam I want tofeelit,” I cried.

“Fuck. Vic...” Cam groaned.

My words seemed to snap whatever little restraint Cam was holding onto.

The fingers buried deep in my ass disappeared, but I didn’t get to mourn their absence long before the hot, blunt head of Cam’s cock was pressing against me insistently. Securing my grip around his neck, I leaned back further to angle myself better. I gazed at his face, but his eyes were glued onto where we were nearly joined. When his dick finally popped inside, we both moaned together with the heady rush of pleasure.

He was barely in and it was already so much. So overwhelming.

“Cam. Cam. You’re so... big.” I gasped, because he really was. I was so relieved he had taken such care to prep me. Even though I did relish the sting of rough,fast sex, for this first time with Cam I wanted us both to feel nothing but the sweetest pleasure.

“Are you...” Cam’s voice broke off with another husky moan as he sank his cock in another inch. “Mmm, is this okay?”

I nodded, but my jerky chin gave away my slight discomfort. I was biting my lip hard, and Cam leaned forward to drag his tongue over my mouth. That made me release my bite on a gasp as his tongue swept inside so that we were kissing again. It was a wonderful distraction to the burning stretch as the hands on my ass squeezed tighter, pulling me down onto him and making me take him in another glorious inch.

“It’s almost in,” Cam whispered. His hands slid up and down my back soothingly as I adjusted to him inside me, filling me. “Tell me if it’s too much, baby.”

“O- Okay.” I mewled, taking him another inch.

But I was a determined bastard, so on the next breath, I rocked my hips with his. Throaty groans escaped us as he continued to sink deeper and deeper, both of us moving together to gradually work him inside me.

Once he was fully seated within me, my ass met his hips and he let out a shuddering breath. Those strong arms wrapped around my back and pulled me so close that our chests and stomachs were flush, nothing separating us. We were as close as two people could ever be and I loved it. I loved him.

I love you,I wanted to whisper in his ear.I love you so much it aches. Please love me back. Please stay by my side. Please don’t ever leave me.

But I didn’t speak, didn’t let my heart spill to him as it so desperately yearned. At least, not yet. I had no idea how he would react to my feelings, and the scars of having been burned before from my intensity still lingered. It was a bitter fear, but one I didn’t dwell on. I would tell him. I would.

“What are you thinking about?” Cam gently asked.

His actions betrayed his soft tone though, as his hands effortlessly lifted me until just the head of his cock remained and slammed me back down onto him.

A garbled moan left me as the breath in my lungs rushed out of me.

“Don’t think of anything else,” Cam said and did it again, lifting me then pulling me down roughly. “Only think of me.” Again, he lifted me and again he thrusted up into me, adding to the momentum.

I am only thinking of you, stupid!I wanted to cry, but my tongue had forgotten how to form words as Cam’s thrusts grew more desperate.

I gasped with surprise when Cam shoved me back, pressing me firmly into the mattress and fucking me as if his life depended on it. Where had the hesitant, concerned Cam from just seconds ago disappear to? The brutal pounding of his hips was ruthless, theslapping of his hips thrusting into me growing faster and faster, louder and louder.

There was another sound I could hear mingling with the erotic slapping of flesh and wet squelching of Cam’s cock sliding in and out of me. It was Cam’s voice. Chanting my name like a prayer.