Page 14 of Property of Camo

He scoffs, biting my neck before licking the area, soothing it.

My body fucking melts at his touches, betraying my head and my heart.

“I can feel how wet you are, Skyla. Soaking my hand, baby, and I know that you’ll soak my cock when I slip inside of you.”

He works his fingers in and out of me, keeping his thumb on my clit, pressing just enough to keep me on the edge.

“Fuck, Camo. Just make me come already,” I assert, as he bites down on my neck, his fingers sinking deep, and his thumb pressing harder.

“I want you to come on my cock,” he replies, pulling his hand free from my panties.

He tugs down the material but I stop him as they hit mid-thigh. If he thinks he is going to control all of this, he can fuck all the way off.

Frowning, he looks at me, wondering why I stopped him.

As much as I missed what we have, I will not give him what he wants and that is to watch me come. He says that all he can offer me is his dick, but when I come, he has a need to look me in the eyes.

He says that he needs it, his soul calls for it.

Keeping my facial expression neutral, I turn my back to him, offering him my ass and not my eyes. With a stilled breath, I wait to see what he does next.

6

Camo

My blood pumps through my body like a fucking tsunami as I stare at Skyla’s back.

I just had my fucking fingers inside her tight cunt, then she fucking turned her back on me, like I am some quick fuck to her.

That is because you are, plus, it is how you treat her.

A voice floats into my head. Not Cotton’s, my inner conscious.

I kept away for a week, and it fucked with my head. My brothers noticed the crappy mood I have been in, and told me to pull myself out of the funk before I fuck up and get one of my brothers hurt.

So I came here to see Skyla.

To fuck her out of my system so I can function on the job that I have coming up.

Her ass sticks out at me, her creamy skin that needs to be reddened by my hand taunts me.

Looking over her shoulder, she grins.

“Are you going to fuck me, or just stand there and look at my ass all day? I know it looks good, hell, I work hard to keep it looking this good.” Her cold, bored tone and words piss me off.

I snarl, making quick work of my belt and zipper. Once my cock is free, I pull out a condom and slip the latex over my throbbing cock, which is leaking for the woman bent over in front of me.

She has a perfect ass, and yes, I have fucked that tight little hole, but she knows that I love seeing her face when she comes.

Never in all of my forty-five years on this Earth has my soul ever called to another soul as we climax together, but with her it does. It is something that I cannot explain, and it sends me spiraling.

Skyla is beyond beautiful when she comes on my cock and yeah, it strokes my ego just the right way knowing that I made her feel that way. So her turning her back on me is a pretty big statement.

My blood boils, and I take it out on her. Not caring to check if she is still ready for me, I line up my cock at her tight hole and slam in, causing her to suck in a harsh breath and making me smirk.

Gripping her black and blue hair that is pulled into a ponytail, I yank her head back, making her back arch. She pants while my cock is thrusting hard and fast into her.

“You are being a bitch today, but that is okay. I like bitchy Skyla, it means I get a soaked pussy instead of a wet one. You like me fucking you dirty and angry, baby, so do not act like this is a fucking chore for you.” I lean close to her ear, biting the lobe.

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