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Camdyn
Nodangles at the tip of my fucking tongue. I don’t wanna be that guy who abuses the one he loves because therapy never cut it for him. Jamie gave it a shot. I attended one visit with him. The second he mentioned being molested, it was me who pussied out.
After the deal I made with Amir earlier, I could use a chill night—cuddles and maybe a few of Willow’s awful jokes. Nevertheless, my cock hasn’t a single objection.
As if advocating on behalf of her own exploitation, Willow’s voice grows delicate. “You haven’t hurt me in a long, long time.”
No shit. I’m learning how to love you. I bite that retort down. My hand hauls over the back of her neck. I grit, “Don’t fucking tell me later you don’t want this, Willow.”
As I shove her backward to a cement slab, Willow stumbles over her steps. When I unzip my pants, confusion parts the desperation on her face. She asks, “Are we going inside?”
Flexing my abdomen, I laugh at her. I fist my cock with one hand and force her legs wide, shoving her panties aside. Snaking an arm around Willow’s waist, I slam her ass onto the steel workbench. Every inch of my cock barrels inside of her wet, tight slit. Raw sensations bite Willow’s eyes shut and twist her mouth in agony. I could sit here inside of her convulsing walls forever, love her. Fuck that. She asked for the bad in me. I pinch her clit and piston into her. When her beautiful hazel eyes land on me again, they’re brimming with fresh, unfallen tears.
While my heart wars with the sight of her crying, I yank her off the table, turn her around. She fearfully pants out, “Cam, wait—”
“You’re mighty protective of your ass, Willow.” I offer a trite laugh. My balls collide with Willow as I fill her pussy up and grip her ass cheek. Another cruel plunge of my dick into her cunt sends a shout tumbling from her mouth.
“You trying to deny me, Willow?” Thrusts becoming more erratic, I wrap my forearm around her throat and bring my chest flush with her back. In a grave, low tone, I hiss. “Just so you don’t try to say no, Willow.”
As I fuck her, she becomes a collage of the hundreds of other girls who’ve dangled at the tip of my dick.
I punish her walls until my muscles scream, and her cries fade into a strained gasp of defiance. Each succession quicker, rougher, I’m out of fucking control. When her quivering channel tempts me to explode, I spin Willow around and yank her to her knees.
“I was about to cum. We can’t have that.” I pop her mouth with the tip of my dick. I point to the base of my shaft. “I want that mouth here. Clean me up. You get fucking sloppy, and I’ll snap your pretty, little neck.”
* * *
Late tonight, Willow’s dozing off, and I check my cellphone. Amir sent a few updates about places he’s scouted for this weekend as if I give a fuck. Earlier, he weaseled me into reestablishing the Green Room. One last hoorah, he said. He needed the money, he said. The latter argument was very compelling. Money is king. My thumb hovers over the power-off button while my words echo in my ear: “You’ll have to do everything and run me half the money. My brand, my name.”
Am I gonna regret my decision? I’m considering it when a text from River pops up on the screen.
“Who’s that?” Willow asks as her warm breath brushes across my chest. I rustle a hand through her dreads.
“Nothing.”
Her eyebrow perches.
“Riv’s in the area. Having issues sneaking out Tatum.”
The muted television reflects off Willow’s eyes as they flit away. “The tiny evil one?”
If only Willow knew Stubby was a few seconds from spilling her guts that night. I clear my throat. “I’ll tell them we’re in for the night.”
“Humph, we’re an old, married couple? River’s sweet, but can they get into as much trouble as you?”
My fingers skim the light pink, branded column of Willow’s neck. The threat to choke her again fills the air between us. I growl, “Come again.”
Grinning, her hands wrap around my throat. “I could cum again like this, or you could stop being a jealous bastard, Cam. I’m too afraid to cheat on—”
I wrangle her into my lap. “Don’t finish that sentence.”
“Okay. Let’s go out, get my mind off other things.” Her voice dips, traveling to a place the two of us have avoided.
Willow’s mom is dying. Her dad apparently had a revelation that’s worse than death, but she won’t confide in me. After everything that’s happened, I’ll not force her. I’m fucking useless. I regret not sticking around in counseling. God, I wish I were Willow’s rock. I’m the storm who blew through heaven, captured an angel, and pulled her down with me.
