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It wasn’t going to happen. So I chose me.
I chose Cam.
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TAYLOR
I followedCam home in my car.Home.Back to his place. Now our place, based on the fact that I’d pretty much just ended any kind of relationship with my father.
Cam came around to open my car door for me. I undid my seatbelt and he pulled me from the car.
“I need to make you come,” he growled.
That was the first thing he said and a total surprise. Only Cam spoke to me like that and I loved it. But I was new to it all so it was startling. And hot.
“Um, what?” All of a sudden, the cool evening airwas stifling. My pussy throbbed, telling me it liked the idea very much.
“Inside. Now,” he ordered.
He took my hand and practically towed me through his front door. With a booted foot, he slammed it shut. Spun me so I leaned against it. He made quick work of opening my jeans and shoving his hand down and into the gap.
His fingers slid over my folds.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he rasped, his breath fanning my neck.
“That’s all you. From last night,” I admitted, my head tipped back.
It was true. He’d come inside me twice, so much that it had been seeping out of me all day.
He growled, then thrust two fingers into me.
“Cam!” I went up on my toes and grabbed hold of him.
“I have to make you come,” he growled, almost obsessed with his task. “I have to please you. Know that I can satisfy you.”
“You do,” I told him, my eyes falling closed as the heel of his palm found my clit. He knew my body better than I did. Could ply me to orgasm without that much coaxing. I loved everything he did. I could resistnothing when it came to him. One night and I was addicted.
“I’d never hurt you,” he told me. It was a vow more than fact.
I grabbed onto his wrist, not to push him away, but to take him deeper, to make sure he didn’t stop. “I know.”
He leaned closer, whispered in my ear. “You’re everything to me, red.”
“Cam!” I cried as he stroked a spot inside me that had me close to coming.
“I love feeling my cum inside you. Knowing you take me so well. That you please me so much that I lose myself in you.”
My walls rippled, my legs shook. My fingers dug into his forearm. “I’m coming!” I cried, then dripped all over him.
“Good girl. Fuck, such a good girl.”
When the final twitches of my body subsided, I tried to catch my breath. Cam slid his hand free and licked his fingers.
All week, it’d been about me. Getting me used to sex. Making sure I wasn’t sore. That I liked everything we did and tried. Oh, he’d come, too, but every time I took his dick in my hand or even tried to give him a blowjob, he’d resisted. That first night when I told himI wanted to taste him, he’d told me “Later.” Not because he didn’t want it, but because he said he’d come too fast and it wasn’t all about him.
Well, I had my turn for days, it was time for him to have his.
So with a hand on his chest, I nudged him back, then dropped to my knees and looked up at him.
