Page 122 of Stolen Bases

While I appreciate his desire to make our first time together extraordinary, I want the untamed Cam. I want him to lose control and let desire take over. I want the Cam who uses my body to his liking while delivering unimaginable pleasure. The Cam who makes me want to taste the rainbow of sexual flavors. Because it’s us and because of the way we feel about each other, every time will be special.

Sitting up on my knees, I lean back and wrap my arms around his neck. He steps closer, bringing his chest flush to my back. His hard cock slips between my legs.

“I don’t need gentle. I need you.” Shifting my hips, I glide my pussy over his thick shaft, reveling in the way every ridge and vein of his cock slips between my lips. “Just you. Nothing between us. Take me. Use me. Fuck me. It won’t matter. What we do together will always be love.”

“Are you sure?”

“So sure. I trust you, Cam. And we’re covered. I have an IUD.”

“Fuck. I’ve never gone without…”

“Me neither.” Another first. I love that there are still firsts for us to share with each other.

His cock agrees and pulses between my legs, bumping my aching clit. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

“No, I’m not.” I shake my head, hating that word.

Too many people in my life have told me I’m perfect. I’m not, and I don’t want to be. I want to be free. Break the mold everyone has kept me in and live.

“Yes, you are,” Cam whispers in my ear. He notches his cock at my entrance, coating his tip in my juices. “You’re perfectly imperfect for me.”

I close my eyes as tears cloud my vision. I am so gone for Cam. There is nothing that could keep me away from him. The way he speaks to me and understands and nourishes my vulnerabilities is heaven sent. Every day, he continues to sand away all my rough and jagged edges.

“Now, bend over and take my cock like a good girl.”

I fall to the bed, landing on my elbows. Cam slaps my ass again, distracting me as he grips my hips and thrusts forward, impaling me on his cock in one fell swoop.

“Cam,” I moan his name. I can hear his molars crack as he waits for my body to mold to his thick shaft and adjust to his size. “So full.”

How the fuck did his big dick fit inside me?

Cam groans. “I fit because your pussy was made for me. Only me.”

I said that out loud?

“Yes.” He pulls out to the tip and slams back into me.

My body takes over, pushing all my thoughts away. My nerves are hyperaware, and I let them take charge, submitting to my sense of touch. Cam’s touch—the feel of his hands on my hips squeezing me tight, his palms on my ass spreading me wide, his fist in my hair tugging me back.

The force of his thrusts makes his balls slap my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I can’t stop chanting, “Yes,” and loving the way he fills me so completely.

Cam glides a finger over my asshole. I flinch at the illicit touch.

“Has anyone ever touched you here?”

“No,” I whimper.

“Good. This ass is mine. So juicy. Biteable.” Cam pulls his cock out of me and lifts my ass in the air. He bites my ass cheek hard enough to leave imprints behind.

My whole body convulses. “Fuck, Cam.”

“Did that hurt?” he asks.

I love him more for still being a gentleman when he’s treating my body like his own personal fuck toy.

“No, I-I liked it,” I tell him.

Cam drops me to my knees and grips my hips as he slides back inside my aching pussy. His fingers dip between us. He toys with my clit before sliding his cum-covered fingers through my ass crack. “Ready to try something new with me?”

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