Page 16 of A Boy is a Gun: Part I
The rest of our clothing comes off in time, and here we are, skin-to-skin. I feel his hardened cock pressed against my wet entrance, but he doesn’t enter me. Instead, we’re looking into each other’s eyes, remembering how it was when it was just the two of us.
We made love throughout my pregnancy, and Cameron was so gentle each time. There were certain positions we couldn’t do, but a lot more we tried. He never made me feel fat or unwanted. He practically worshipped my body every time.
This time it’s different. Not that I was Miss Slim before, but I’m a bit thicker than I was. Cameron’s given me space, but I still wonder if he appreciates the new Mom bod with permanent hips and booty.
“Angel…” He murmurs as he cups my face. “You’re so beautiful, and I’m yours.”
I swallow and blink back tears. “Cam…”
“Shh…” He slants his mouth over mine, and our tongues tangle. He ravenously kisses me like he has something to prove, and I’m letting him.
He slid down my body, kissing it along the way until he reached my hot, aching cunt. He sealed his mouth over my sex, and I levitated off the bed. His tongue strokes me between slow and fast, savoring every taste.
I felt a finger inside, then another, and my body went on pleasure overload. My back arched, and Cameron pushed me back down. Zaps of pleasure ricocheted throughout my body, and I lost all control. He spread my legs apart and licked me faster, creating waves of pleasure throughout my body until I screamed his name and collapsed on the bed.
Cameron kissed my inner thighs and worked his lips along my body until he reached my face. He kissed me, letting me taste myself on him, mixed in with his own. He pulled back and gazed into my eyes.
He silently told me everything would be okay and that he would always protect us. At that moment, I believed him. I had never felt so safe and secure before. Cameron would do whatever he could to ensure Mia, and I would be taken care of.
He aligned his body perfectly against mine and quickly entered inside me. I gasped, and he moaned. “Gentle,” my plea came out as a whisper.
“I got you, angel,” he promised.
We snuck in kisses between moans as we found a rhythm. He pushed, and I pulled. I whimpered, and he encouraged me. He reached for my hand, and I grabbed his. We rocked back and forth as I felt him stretching me as my cunt greedily accommodated him.
We moved faster and faster, not holding anything back. Cameron thrust deeper and faster inside me, his brown eyes darkened with lust. I opened my eyes to meet his, and he smiled at me. “You like that, angel? You like how I’m fucking you?”
“Yes,” I whimpered. He covered my mouth again with his and our tongues tangled. I could feel his cock throb inside me. His balls slammed against my wet slit, and he was so close that he was barely hanging on. I didn’t ask Cameron to slow down. I wasn’t sure he would be able to.
“You were so worried about me fucking other bitches when I got you slutted out and open just like this,” he taunted me, and I moaned my appreciation. “Your pussy feels like heaven, angel.” Cameron licked my neck, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. “I need you to come for me again, angel.” He begged me, “I need to feel your come all over my dick. Can you come for Daddy?”
“Fuck!” I cried as my body shuddered. My toes curled, and I felt the entire orgasm roll through my body. I saw stars and felt delirious. Cameron thrust a bit longer and pulled out, coming on my stomach.
He collapsed on top of me and moaned in my ear as he held me. “Angel…” His deep voice was a sweet song to my ears. He planted a series of small kisses along my jawline and ear. “Are you okay, angel?”
“I am,” I nod. “A little sore, but that’s to be expected.”
“I’ll take it easy next time.” He promised as he stroked my hair.
“I’ll be fine,” I promised him, “if I can push out a seven-pound baby, I think I can handle your big dick.” I chuckled.
Cameron kissed my forehead and chuckled. “My girl…”
We lay together for a long while until Cameron went to the bathroom. He came back with a wet towel and cleaned me off. He covered us with the sheets, and he just held me. “I’m going nowhere, angel. Not now, never. You’re my world, Tay. I love you.”
“I love you, Cam.” I met eyes with him. “I need you to be here with us and give all that shit up. No more wars, no more slanging, stop it altogether.”
“I did, angel. I’m out of the streets.” He let out a heavy sigh. Cameron knows he can’t let this go without the target returning harder than before. He doesn’t want to do it, but he’s forced into it. “After this, it’s done. I promise.”
Cam and I share everything. We binge-watch shows together. We go on small road trips anywhere and everywhere. He’ll even indulge in sharing my favorite ice cream.
But when it comes to his street activities, we share everything but the truth. I wish I could say I believed Cameron, but deep down, I knew it would not be the end.
It was the beginning.
Book II
War
