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I moan.Cam makes me wet, but this doesn’t hurt either.
“Mm.”
“Spread these pretty thighs wider.”
His crown notches against my entrance, and he pushes me forward slightly as he thrusts inside. “Fuck.” I bite my lip, and he pulls me to my knees as he palms my throat.
“Goddamn, you are gorgeous like this,” he says, removing his hand from my clit and pointing to the mirror in the corner, where only a sliver of us can be seen on the edge.
“I wish he could see you now, bent over in the position he always made you get into... while you get off to his downfall.”
I chuckle. “Wish he could see you behind me when I do.”
Dropping onto all fours, I look back at him and smirk. He shakes his head at me.
“Ruthless.” He draws out and plunges deep, my nails sink into the blankets as he takes me on all fours with long strokes. It’s heaven. I love his touch, the way he grips and manipulates my body. Reality is fuzzy, everything feels so good. Slick arousal coats my thighs, and my stomach clenches, as the orgasm builds.
“You’re dripping,” he says, his hand wrapping around my hair. He wrenches my head back, forcing me to look straight ahead. “Look at him, Jordan. I want you to look at his pathetic fucking face as you come around my cock.”
I love this man so much.I grind intohim, and waves of wild heat roll through me as my body is racked with tremors. His hand raises before he strikes my ass with a firm, sharp sting.
“Who owns you?” he grunts.
“You,” I cry.
He pulls me up, my ass tight against his pelvis. “No, baby. No one owns you. You’re too fucking vicious to have a keeper. But I’ll worship and love you for as long as I live to make you stay.”
My mouth nearly drops open. Turning my face to the side, I smile. “Which is why I give myself to you freely.”
He loses all control. Pounding me from behind without mercy, his piercings thrumming as he punishes me with all of him, shaking me to my core.
“Say it again,” he growls. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I whimper. “And you’re mine.”
He grips my sides, and I fall to my hands again, dropping my shoulders and letting him fuck me into submission. A coil winds inside me, tighter and tighter.
His hand comes down on my ass again. “That’s right, Sunshine. I’m yours.”
His rough hand slides up my spine and wraps around the back of my neck. He holds me in place while doling out punishing pleasure and total possession. My mouth drops open as my climax overtakes me. Every part of me feels charged with electricity.This is true love.
He groans and snaps his hips. Hot ropes spurt inside me until I’m filled to the brim. Our chests heave, sweat dripping down our bodies. He curls himself over me while softly kissing up my spine—it’s ecstasy. This man and I were meant to be. He rolls us to the side. Our chests pound in sync, like two halves of the same thunderstorm.
“I will always love you,” he whispers.
Ever so softly, he tilts my chin to the side and captures my lips. It’s an emotional culmination of everything we’ve been through, everything that brought us to this moment. With his arms around me and his mouth on mine, I never want to come up for air.
Pushing my hair to the side, he kisses the back of my neck. “Me and you, Jordan.”
“Me and you.”
There are moments in life you desperately want to hold on to, wish you could freeze time and space, bottle it up and take it with you. Open and breathe it in whenever you need to remember what it felt like to be alive. You wonder why it can’t be like this forever. It could disappear in seconds or hours, so you don’t dare move for fear of losing grip on euphoria. That’s what it’s like with Camden every time his arms are around me. I want to feel this content, this safe, thisaliveforever.
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Valentine’s Day is next week, and I want to do something special for Jordan. Unfortunately, everything I come up with feels so...cliche. She’s not into gifting “things.” It’s not like I can whisk her off to a romantic getaway. With playoffs in a couple months, I’m about to be more involved than ever to ensure we make it. Which means I’ll have less time with her, so whatever I do has to be good. Lucky for me, I know someone who’s an expert at this stuff.
In the locker room, the guys are busy talking about their plans for Superbowl Sunday.
