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Orgasms from Camden are a whole other beast.
The first time he made me come with his fingers, I saw stars. He played my body like a rock star grinds on a guitar. And when he used his tongue to draw out an orgasm, I just saw white. Like the pleasure blinded me. I want to weep because I can’t imagine having to come without him. My fingers will never satisfy me again.
Camden’s deep blue eyes are ferocious as he looks at me, like I’m a meal he’s starving for. I’m laid out before him, feverish and trembling and wanting. While he’s still fully clothed—the only sign he’s affected at all is the tent in his jeans and the shine of my slick covering his mouth and chin. I want to see him, too.
I whine, grasping the edge of his shirt in my fingers. I try to pull it off him, but I’m too weak like this. It all makes me cry out in frustration. I thank God when I see there’s a flash of recognition in Camden’s face.
“You want me to take it off, sweetheart?” he murmurs.
I nod desperately. With a crooked smile, he peels off his dark blue T-shirt, revealing the sleek muscles of his chest. He looks so fucking divine. His torso might not be as broad as Denver’s or Memphis’s, but he’s still insanely muscular, with a build like a swimmer’s. I want to run my teeth over each of his abs.
“Later,” he instructs. I have no idea if I said the last part aloud, or if it was just obvious from the way I was ogling him. “First, you need my knot.”
Yes, please.
He pulls down his pants and boxers, revealing the longest cock I’ve ever seen. It’s red with desire, cum seeping from his slit. I want it so badly, I can barely breathe. My body tenses with need. I still feel awkward about what to do. My last time—my only time—it was like my mind left my body, unable to cope with everything. Now, I’m fully present, and unsure what Camden expects from me.
Fortunately, he’s ready to take charge. He settles back on top of me, the crown of his cock pressing against my entrance.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he says. When I do as he says, his cock pushes inside me by millimeters. Even that slight touch has me writhing. Camden settles me with a hand to my chest.
“I’m going to take it slow,” he says, the words shuddering out of him as he seems to fight his own desire. “It’s going to hurt no matter what, but the pain will fade.”
I want to hurt, though.
I want to be torn in half.
I ache for him to thrust into me harshly, over and over.
My core clenches and my belly flutters and my chest is coated in sweat and my everything is on fire.
…and I want him to fuck me like an animal.
Instead, he moves so slow that it feels like torture. It’s so hard not to move my hips as his broad tip spreads my lower lips and enters me. I clench hard around it—just the tip is so much better than anything I’ve ever felt inside me, but it’s not enough. I want it all.
“Shhh, stay still, sweetheart,” Camden whispers.
So I do. I lie still, whimpering pathetically, until he finally sheaths his full length inside me, the head prodding against my cervix. It hurts so bad, the desire from my heat mixing with the pain of his long cock stretching the back of my pussy.
Finally, my walls relax so I’m not gripping him so tightly. I can tell Camden feels it because he finally starts moving.
“There you go,” he says, sounding proud. “That’s it, let me take care of you.”
He presses his thumb against my clit, rubbing tight circles while he rocks into me. It feels incredible, every ridge of his cock rubbing against the sensitive spots inside me. I can tell it’s just as good for him, because he’s finally starting to lose grip on his control. His pace crescendos, and my pulse rises as each thrust comes faster and faster.
“I need you to come for me,” he mutters. “I need to know how your pretty pussy feels clenching around my cock. Can you do that?”
I manage a moaning nod, my hands sliding into his brown hair to hold on as he moves faster. Then his thumb presses down hard on my clit, and I come hard, screaming out Camden’s name. The world turns white again while pleasure shakes my body. Camden’s mouth moves against my neck, whispering soothing words for me as his scent fills my nose.
“Such a good girl.” The words spill out, strained. “Fuck. You feel so perfect.”
I can feel his knot rising below my entrance, and I shift my hips, trying to get it inside me. But Camden’s quicker. He rolls to his back, bringing me with him so I’m straddling him.
He grips my hips, moving me into a rocking motion against him, but he doesn’t force me down. He waits, his eyes slitted and glazed as they lock on mine, and I realize what he’s doing.
He’s giving me control.
“Take it,” he pants. “It’s yours.”
