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I go to pull out, but she squeezes my hips with her legs. “No. I meant, make it feel good.”
I kiss one cheek, then another. Then I press my lips to hers as I slowly start to thrust. I angle her hips up as I pick up my pace. Her nails dig into my skin as she begins to moan.
Reaching between us, I rub her clit in a circle. Her tone changes to the one I know that means she is getting close.
I keep my pace steady, working her clit until she clenches me really fucking hard. Then her pussy spasms around my cock, pulling my own orgasm from me.
“Oh, fuck,” I mutter.
I held it off the best I could, but she tears it from me with the way her pussy is pulling on my cock. It’s like it simultaneously wants my cock gone yet deeper.
When she finally stops strangling my cock, I look down at her. She smiles up at me, even sleepier than before.
“That was amazing,” she murmurs.
I kiss her lips. “I love you, little dancer.”
“I love you too, Jensen.”
Slowly sliding out, I toss the condom in the trash as I grab one of my clean T-shirts and wet it with the glass of water on thenightstand. I clean up the blood between her legs before I crawl into bed next to her, pulling her into the safety of my arms.
I don’t know what I did to deserve Cami, but Lord knows I will never take her for granted.
After all, she’s my old lady.
Iwake up slowly with a smile on my face. Last night was amazing. I never really thought about what my first time would be like, but if I had, I’m sure Fang would have surpassed all my expectations. He made me feel desired in a way I never have before. He made me feel loved.
I turn my head and reach across the bed, only to find it cold. I open my eyes and frown at the empty spot next to me. The only sign that Fang was in bed next to me at one point is the head indentation on the pillow.
Where the hell did he go?
Worry rolls through me. Did something happen?
I roll over again and get out of bed. I take a couple of steps and open one of his dresser drawers. I find a T-shirt and sweatpants. Perfect. After I slip them on, along with a pair of socks, I leave his room.
Quietly I walk down the hall toward the main area. When I step into the opening, I pause. I’ve never seen the club this empty or this quiet before. It almost feels eerie.
“Morning, Cami.”
I look over and see Loyal step out from the hall across from me.
“Morning.”
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yeah, why?” Do I really look that bad?
He shakes his head. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” he says, apparently reading my mind. “You just looked a little lost.”
“Oh, lost, no. I was thinking it was weird seeing this place cleared out.”
“Ah, yeah. That’s still weird to me too sometimes. Anyway, what are you doing up so early?”
I look at the clock over his shoulder and shake my head.
“It’s seven. That’s not exactly early.”
He shrugs. “To us it is.”
