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Cameron’s gaze heats, setting my body ablaze. “You sure?” he asks, grinding his erection against my wet core. “I love you,” I tell him instead, letting him know that I trust him and want this connection between us. “Rory,” he whispers, my name full of love, longing, and need. Cinnamon eyes are locked on mine intently, our breaths mingling in the limited space between our lips as his forehead rests against mine.
He nods, kissing me on my forehead before sitting back on his knees. Cameron brings his tip to my entrance, and then, with his eyes on mine, he pushes the tip in. “Holy fuck,” he groans, looking pained as we both gasp in pleasure.
The first roll of his hips causes a sharp cry of pleasure to leave my lips because I feel it everywhere. His hand wraps around my thigh, using it to keep me steady as he begins to move inside of me, not too slowly, but not too fast. I let him adjust to the feel and pace while he garners his control because I can see it in his eyes that he’s trying to keep it together. “Rory, you feel fucking amazing,” he moans, swivelling his hips and hitting a spot that fills my vision with stars.
“Such a pretty pussy, dripping and ready for me,” he drawls, tapping his cock on my ass before lining it up with my entrance and pushing into me more easily this time. “Cam,” I moan, looking over my shoulder. “Grip my hips and pound me as hard as you can.” Cameron’s eyes are glued to us, watching himself rock in and out of me, and the sight nearly does me in because he looks entranced.
My moaning of his name spurs him on as he fucks me even harder, and his hands tighten on my waist as he snaps his hips against my ass rapidly. “That’s my girl,” he praises as I let him fuck me into oblivion, sure that I’ll feel him between my thighs tomorrow. “Taking every inch of me just like your pussy was meant to.”
Cameron pulls out of me suddenly, flipping me back on my back, but this time, he scrambles his body down until his head is between my thighs. “Fuck, I need to taste you again.”
“Cam, I can’t—” I don’t know what it is that I can’t do because my mind is jumbled, and my body is on fire with desire for this man. “Show me how much you love my cock pounding into your tight little pussy by giving me one more,” he says into my neck, the words raspy with the need for release, and they set me off into mine.
Cameron smiles, shaking his head at me as he sits on the bed with me, scooping me back into his arms. “If you weren’t so excited for your gift, I would be fucking you again, because seeing you in my shirt is doing something to me,” he says, his cock hardening beneath my ass. God, I want him inside me again
back, in what looks like his writing, etched into the metal, are the words “I love you 3000, Rory.” The tears cascade down my face because of our shared love for Marvel and the ode to his and my mom’s nickname for me, but most importantly, because he loves me.
His arms wrap around my back, holding me to him as he looks at me intently, “I love you, Rory.” Hearing those words come out of his lips fills me with a feeling I’ve never had before, a sense of fulfillment and desire mixed with peace. We stay like that for a bit, smiling at one another, just gazing into each other’s eyes with pure bliss.
“You’re spoiled,” he grins, using his hands on both of my thighs to lift me, running a finger down my wet slit. “And your pussy is, too. You need me again, love?” He asks while rubbing the head of his cock against my arousal. “Always,” I sigh, a cry of pleasure leaving my lips as I grip his cock and sink down onto him.
Two large arms wrap around my middle, hugging me to a broad chest. “Alright, that’s enough out of you, Lexaroo.” He kisses my cheek and whispers against my ear, “Hi, love. You look really pretty.”
“Yeah?” his voice turns raspier, “I think it’s cute that you wore this skirt and didn’t expect me to want to rip it off of you.” I don’t respond with words. Instead, I lean on my toes and kiss him, our lips melding together like they were made to. His hand cradles my head, deepening the kiss as his tongue prods between my lips to access my mouth.
Cameron’s pinky grazes the outside of my thigh, and I nearly spit out my water due to the desire that sparks in my stomach. I glance at him to see that he’s chatting with Ryker as his pinky travels higher, inching under my skirt hidden by the tablecloth. I can’t believe he would touch me at a family dinner, but part of me isn’t shocked. The man is a sweetheart in public but dirtier than I imagined in the sheets.
His hands slide under my skirt, grabbing my ass as his mouth claims mine, over and over again. I grind against him, feeling him harden beneath me. “I need to be inside you now,” he grunts. “Please,” I whine, wanting him to take me right here, right now. “Think you can be quiet for me?” he whispers against my neck, trailing kisses there, causing me to bite my lip to stifle a moan.
His hands roam higher on my ass, likely trying to feel my underwear, but he won’t find any. He stills once he realizes I’m not wearing any. “Rory, why aren’t you wearing any panties?” he groans, pained. “Think of it as a Christmas treat,” I tease, trailing kisses from his jaw down his neck. He bucks his hips against mine, letting me know he’s just as ready as I am. “Are you soaked for me, love? Tell me, can I eat that pretty pussy first?” he asks, giving my ass a tight squeeze.
Cam adjusts me so that his cock is lined up with my center, his eyes closing once he feels how wet I am. “Fuck, this needs to be quick, and you need to be quiet.”
I lean forward, biting down on his shoulder to avoid screaming his name as my orgasm hits me, blinding white light crossing my vision as pleasure rolls through my body. Cameron pumps inside of me, once, twice, and then he stills, filling me as he groans against my neck, cursing under his breath. “I think I finally see the appeal of being inside,” he teases, a callback to our conversation at the lake when he told me he preferred being outside.
shocking me as he quickly puts his hand under my pussy, collecting our arousal as it drips out of me. He then holds his hand up to my mouth. “Suck.” Holy. Fuck. It’s probably the dirtiest thing I’ve been asked to do, but also the hottest.
“I fucking love you,” he groans, and I can tell he wants to go again, but we don’t have time. Instead, he goes to the bar, grabbing a napkin to wipe me up, and then we’re both adjusting ourselves back to our previous state.
Speaking of, I feel a gaze burning my back, so I spin to see Cam looking at me through the glass doors. His smile is wide, dimples on display as he looks at me with gratitude.
She’s nervous, a side she only shows around me, and it makes me happy that she feels comfortable enough to be vulnerable with me. I place my hand over hers, stilling her anxious movement. “Why are you nervous, love?”
I flip to the first page to see a picture of brown eyes, but not just any brown eyes. They’re mine. The detail in her work is stunning, making the eyes look life-like, but she also perfectly captured the emotion in them. My eyes look trusting, honest, and warm. “Keep going,” she urges. I flip to the next page to see another drawing. She illustrated the time we met at Emerald Lake, her hand on top of mine on the log to comfort me as we shared our pain and where we became friends. The next is a picture drawn from above of her head on my lap from when she was sick. That was the day I realized I
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“Rory,” my voice croaks as I look up at her like she’s the most precious thing to me, because she is. She shrugs. “I hope you like it. It’s nothing crazy nice or anything.” I tug her toward me, pressing her body against mine, needing to feel her. I possessively place my hand on her hip while my other hand sifts through the ends of her silky hair to the base where I cradle her head. “I love it, and I love you so fucking much, Rory. You’re all I can think of, from when I wake up to when I go to sleep. No one and nothing has ever consumed me the way that you do. ”
you’re not hearing me. There’s nothing that could take me away from you. Where you go, I go. My job can be remote. I want to cheer you on along the way and watch with pride as they place a gold medal around your neck in two years. And with even more pride when I place something gold around your finger one day.”
“Please, my girl is a gold girl through and through. Miss, ‘I have 50 first-place trophies and medals
Her breath hitches when my fingers swipe over her wet slit. A grunt escapes my throat, loving how ready she is for me. “I plan to end this year inside of you and start the new year the same way. My favorite place to be,” I inform her, just as I enter her with two fingers, her tight warmth feeling so fucking good around my fingers. I pump them in and out of her rapidly, getting right into it because we have four minutes now, and I need to be inside her. But I always make sure she comes at least once before I enter her.
“Later. Right now, I need that pretty pussy,” I groan, feeling like I will lose it if I don’t. When we’re together, everything else tunes out. The only thing in the world on my mind is her, no worries, no pressure, just making my girl feel good.
“Oh my fuck,” Aurora curses, her eyes fixating on my cock, ramming in and out of her. “Touch your clit for me, love,” I rasp because I can’t take my hands off her body, or she’ll fall off this couch.
Aurora screams my name, her eyes locked on mine the whole time. So fucking hot. “That’s my girl, squeezing me so fucking good,” I grunt, thrusting once more before I erupt, spilling myself inside
“Fuck, this is killing me,” his gravel voice penetrating the only noise of rain hitting the dirt. “I’m s-sorry,” I sniffle, trying to compose myself as I take deep breaths of his scent, letting it soothe me. “Don’t,” he says, kissing my head lightly. “I’m not mad at you. I just want to know what happened. Seeing you hurt and upset is eating me alive right now.”
His eyes soften a bit, but everything else about him remains rigid. “Fine, how about this. Can I ask you not to do this for me, then? Don’t play tonight because if you do and get hurt, I don’t how I will fucking function in a world without you.”
“Where is she?” a familiar deep voice shouts. He’s here.
“The hell I am. The girl I love has had the roughest fucking day, and if you think I’m going to be anywhere but by her side, you’re mistaken,” he shouts, his voice raising as his anger does.
Cameron blows out a deep breath, running a finger around the palm of my hand. “As soon as I walked into the airport, I came right back out. There is nothing in life that will fulfill me the way you do. I couldn’t leave you, not like this.”
“I’m so damn proud of you. I know how hard that was for you to do,” he says, bringing my hand to his lips, pressing them tightly against my skin, easing the fear coursing through me.
“You can’t get rid of me, ever. I love you, and there’s nothing in this fucking world that could keep me from you unless you asked.”
He’s kissing me with so much ferocity and passion, making my heart squeeze, which is evident by the rapid beating of it on the monitor.
Cameron groans against my lips, resting his forehead lightly on mine. “We need to stop.”
The way her body is always wrapped around mine, her unique scent of limes and coconut on my sheets, the kisses she peppers me with as she awakens. Just as she is now, pressing light kisses to my neck and nuzzling her nose in the crook of my neck as she takes a deep breath. I drag a lazy finger from her hip, trailing it over her satin shorts to her ankle and back up again. “Morning, beautiful,” I murmur into her hair before placing a kiss there.
My cock hardens immediately, and I roll us so she’s on her back. “I’m going to miss waking up and being inside you,” I tell her as I grind my erection against her pussy. Aurora’s hands tangle in my hair. “Me, too.” “Move in with me,” I whisper in her ear, descending down her neck with my lips, kissing and sucking.
Aurora rocks herself against me, the soaked satin driving me insane. Why the hell did I choose now to have this conversation when all I wanted to do was sink into her?
her as I thrust my hips up, rendering her speechless except for a moan that slips through. “Don’t say another man’s name while you’re grinding your pussy on me.” Aurora’s eyes sparkle in amusement, loving my possessive side. “Mmm, or what?” “Or I’m going to shove my cock so far down your throat, it’ll brand your tongue, causing my name to be the only words coming off of your lips.”
“I’m going to come just from your words if you don’t stop,” she moans, fingers going up to play with her nipples. “Up,” I say, my voice tight with unleashed need. Aurora lifts her hips, allowing me to pull my sweatpants down, my cock ready for her. Before she sits back down, I pull on the thin material of her shorts and tug at them, ripping them right off her body. She gapes at me, “Those were ne—” Her words are cut short as I thrust upwards, filling her with all of me at once. “Cam!” she moans, her pleasure evident in the way she throws her head back while her pussy grips my cock.
quickly look into the crowd, my eyes latching onto a pair of cinnamon ones that make every day feel like the best day of my life. He mouths to me, “You got this, Rory.” I smile and nod slightly, the whistle signaling I have ten seconds to serve.
quickly closing the distance between us as he closes in on my space. He bends slightly, wrapping one arm under my ass to lift me in the air where I stay, my body tightly wrapped in his arms. “That’s my fucking wife,” he says with a glimmer in his eyes. “I’m not your wife,” I remind him, although my heart is pounding from hearing him call me his wife. I like it a little too much. “You’re mine in every way that counts, so basically, you’re my wife already,” he explains, that dimpled smile on his face that I want to kiss so badly it aches. “I love you,” I tell him, feeling nothing but happiness
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