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I thrust my hips against hers roughly, plunging all my inches inside her at once, not allowing her to adjust to my size.
She cries out, her arms wrap around my back, and her nails sink into my skin. Careful not to pull her hair that’s spread wildly on the pillow, I cage her in, my forearms on either side of her head, my hands cupping her beautiful face. We’re nose to nose, as close as we can possibly fucking get, yet I still need to be closer.
Moving my hips, I pull out of her warmth, the cold hair hitting my wet cock. With my next breath, I plunge myself back inside of her, my length disappearing into her slick heat.
“For eleven years, I’ve needed to be balls deep inside you and have your tight, greedy cunt around my dick. I’ve thought of it every single day,” I grunt, showing her just how badly I’ve missed and needed her by pulling out and slamming back inside of her.
She’s so fucking perfect that she just yelps and takes it. She takes everything I have to give her, everything I’ve needed to give her. “For so long, I’ve needed to have you wrapped around me, coming on my cock.”
Cam fuses our lips together, our moans vibrating against each other. My hand slips between our connected bodies until I find her clit and apply just the right amount of pressure, strumming her in a perfect rhythm that makes her body convulse.
“Ah, fuck, you’re so deep.” She whimpers, clawing at my back, causing me to jerk and thrust harder into her core. The sting of pain mixed with the pleasure is exactly what I need.
The sounds of pleasure Cam makes while being fucked are loud and sultry. Having her be so vocal about what she feels and what she likes only makes me want to lose complete control and fuck her clear into next week. It’s nice to finally have someone in the bedroom that matches my energy, and Camille does. She matches my energy on every level and always has.
Her green eyes darken with lust, her pupils dilate, and I feel the pulse of her insides, a telling sign she is nearing her climax. Her pussy squeezes around my length, the feel of her warmth sending a spark down my spine. This is it, the moment I’ve been craving. She’s going to come on my cock.
I apply more pressure with a quicker rhythm to her core, and Camille tilts her head back, her body shaking as she comes with a scream, her walls so tight around me that she's practically fucking choking my cock.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God!” she chants. Her face and chest are flushed, her cheeks rosy, and the lightest beads of sweat have formed around her hairline.
“You’re beautiful when you come,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to her swollen, parted lips. “I’m not done with you yet.” A smirk forms on my lips.
Pulling out of her tight body with an audible pop, I raise myself to my knees and bring her spent body up to her knees, her back against my chest. Using my thigh to spread her legs, I carefully push her forward until she’s on all fours, then line myself up with her cunt and ram back inside of her where I belong.
The thrust knocks the air from her lungs, and I take pride in knowing that I can bring her pleasure. She needed pleasure and comfort, and she came to me.
I pull her body up to her knees so that once again, her back is against my chest. With one arm wrapped around her hips firmly to hold her against me, I snake the other hand around her body and grip her throat. “I need you wrapped around my cock every day. Can I have that?” I rasp in her ear, her head falling back onto my shoulder, her lips parting.
I’m a bastard, but I want her.
I need her.
Having her once isn’t enough. Now that I’ve felt her warm pussy wrapped around me, there’s no way I can go without. I’ve been willing to destroy everything in my life for her.
For the feeling of her being in my arms a moment longer.
“Shut up and make me come again.” I don’t need to be told twice.
She doesn't answer my question, but that’s okay for now because I plan on having her again regardless.
With one hand between her legs, I strum her clit roughly while the hand that’s wrapped around her neck applies enough pressure for her to keep still. Our flushed skin is dripping with sweat, the air in the room becoming as hot and heavy as our breathing. The sound of skin slapping against skin can be heard.
In the distance, there’s a faint ring, but my only focus is on the ethereal woman wrapped around me. I don’t pay any attention to the phone that’s ringing. I focus on the sounds of sex that fill the air.
Pants, moans, grunts, groans, slaps.
And then a scream.
Camille screams her release, her fingernails digging into the sides of my thighs as her soft body violently shakes from her release, her cunt pulsing around me and choking my cock as she soaks me a second time.
“Dean! Ahh, fuck!” she cries, her spent body nearly giving out on her. Her orgasm sends me over the edge. I feel the familiar ache in my balls and the bottom of my spine. I can’t hold back; I’m so fucking close that my thighs ache. Moving my hands to her hips, I grip them firmly and selfishly, not caring that my grip may be too tight and cause bruises.
One thrust.
Two thrusts.
That’s all I can manage before throwing my head back and roaring my own release. My cock twitches as I shoot hot ropes of thick semen inside her. “Get on your back and open your mouth,” I demand. Panting, she does as she’s told. With a sparkle in her eye, she spreads her legs for me as if she already knows what I’m about to do.
