Page 101 of Cam Girl

The others are right outside the door, which is a huge turn-on for me. The walls of the cabin are thin. They probably hear everything.

“My dirty slut.”

He pushes my legs open and I only have a moment before his massive hands are on my hips and he’s notched the head of his cock to my pussy.

“What are you doing?” I attempt to scramble back. “No condom?”

He growls, transferring his grip to my wrists and wrenching them above my head. “I’m clean,” he grunts. “And you might like to show off, but I know enough about you, Gilli. You’re my little whore tonight, no one else's. I’m taking you. That’s it.”

He pushes inside me to the hilt and I cry out at the intrusion, holding eye contact.

It’s been too long for me, and he might be average-sized in length he’s thicker than I thought he would be. My core adjusts to him as he starts pumping, grinding against me and thrusting hard and fast.

Oh, god. The unreleased groan burns my throat.

He’s holding my wrists in one hand, leaning over me, reaching down to grab the back of my knee with the other. He pulls out of me, leaving only the head inside. Glares.

Then he shoves in fiercely and fucks me harder. Fucking me as if to punish me. To show me what he thinks of me.

I gasp. How will I survive his cock filling me up, hitting a place so deep?

Soren suddenly throws my legs over one shoulder, changing the angle to slide in even deeper. His hands are on my hips, those hated hips, and he’s grabbing the rolls and using them for more leverage.

He pauses to slick his tongue over his lips, sucking in a breath. “Such a good girl.” He glances toward the door. “Don’t worry. I locked it. They can’t get in.” I gasp when he bends to cover my mouth with his. “They can’t get in.”

Our flesh is plastered together.

“Tonight, you’re mine, Gilli. Only mine.”

Soren fills me, vibrating through my system, making me arch into him, craving the way he says my name. The proprietary growl of it.

He starts pumping out a quick rhythm that gives me no time to think, or speak, or breathe.

“I’m going to use you any way I want.” He slams home.

There is no coming down from this. There is only riding out the storm.

I pry a hand free to reach down and draw my nails into his ass, his hips.

His cock stretches me almost painfully as he surgesdeep, deeper, tugging me to him. Using my body until I’m desperate for release.

You like that, don’t you?” He pulls out, pauses, and then slams inside until I want to scream. “You like it when I call youmylittle whore.”

I moan and his growl shifts into soft laughter. Fuck yes, I do like it. I like it too much for this to be normal. He never takes his eyes off of me.

I’m spiraling closer to a second orgasm, which I’ve never had before during actual penetration. I can only come from oral or finger play, but there's something about the angle, with my legs over his shoulder, and Soren grinding against me?—

“Not yet. You’ll come when I tell you to come,” he mutters, reading my thoughts. “I’m not done with you yet.”

My head spinning, I’m practically putty in his hands when he pulls out and flips me onto my stomach. He’s staring at my ass. Crap, no, I don’t want him to see it. Not the dimples, the cellulite?—

Grabbing me by the ankles, Soren adjusts me, arching my ass higher and shoving a pillow underneath my stomach for support. My mouth goes dry. He draws his chin over my ass cheeks to brand me there. I’m too worked up to no longer care that he’s front and center with the most hated part of my body.

He goes too hard for me to last much longer. My pussy throbs and aches from the way he uses me.

How much more can I physically take?

“No hair. You put it all out there in the open…” he trails off. “And you are so tight, so pretty. Right there for me to use.”

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