Page 29 of All's Fair in Love & Chaos
“Oh, fuck yourself, Camden. I’m not your woman, and even if I was, you’d never be able to tell me what to do.”
“Fuck, vixen, that fucking mouth on you. Argh. Want to force you down on your knees and stuff it full of my cock.”
“Promises, promises,” she says as she stands from the bed, walking closer to me, all long lines and attitude. As soon asshe’s within my reach, I grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head backward to get her attention.
“Baby, just say the word. I’ll show you that I’m not all talk.”
“You couldn’t handle me.”
“Try me.”
I wait, watching with bated breath as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, her big, beautiful eyes darting all over my face. Then she shoves me. Hard.
“Fuck you. I’m not letting you into my head. Or my body.”
“Whatever you say, vixen,” I quip as I snatch her up into my arms, wrestling her down onto the bed, securing her left wrist loosely into a cuff attached to the bedpost. She puts up a fight, just like she always does, cursing and thrashing around. My body lies flush against her, and the moment we both hear the audible click of the cuff connecting, we freeze.
Time ceases to exist, the air in the room evaporating as the tension between us pulls taut. Our chests rise in fall in sync with each other, our eyes locked, holding each other hostage.
I know she’s come on my thigh before, but this is the closest we’ve ever been, and I know she can feel my hard cock pressing against her heat, nothing but the thin, wet fabric of her shorts separating us.
God, I love the feel of her legs wrapped tight around me. I move one of my hands languidly across her hip and thigh, over the globe of her ass and back again while she struggles to steady her breathing.
“Tell me what you want,” I whisper. She answers by licking her lips seductively. “I’d do anything to have you, Saige. Anything.”
“I hate you.”
“I know, baby, but you want me, regardless.” Saige’s eyes flutter closed as I whisper the words against her lips. I don’t kiss her as I thread my hand through her silky black hair and yank her head backward, but fuck if I don’t want to. “Admit it.”
“Yeah, Camden, I fucking want you. And I hate myself for it.” Then she pushes her sweet pussy against my hard cock, and I nearly blow in my pants again. Saige’s hand threads into my hair, gripping it roughly and pulling my face down to her chest. I comply without a fight. She’s in control here.
I push up her T-shirt, roughly pulling down the fabric of her bra, her tits spilling free. They’re more than a handful, big for her small frame, with rosy pink buds, begging for my mouth. I revel in the weight of them in my hand, my thumb rubbing over the thick metal of her piercings.
Saige arches her back into me, her nails scraping my scalp as she brings my mouth to where she wants me the most. My lips connect with her flesh, and I greedily suck her pert nipple like my life depends on it. I grip the other one, groping and taking my fill of her body.
Saige gyrates under me, rubbing her sweet pussy against my thigh, looking for the friction she needs but won’t find there.
“Goddamn, you’re perfect,” I groan against her skin, lapping at her nipple before dragging my tongue through the center of her breasts, finally putting my wonder to rest.
Honey.
She tastes sweet like fuckinghoney.
Her only free hand delves under my shirt, pulling me closer to her, digging her nails into my muscles and breaking the skin. My fingers grapple with her shorts, unbuttoning them as she lifts her ass and lets me drag them down her toned, lithe legs, panties in tow. I sit up, tossing her clothes to the side before taking in her naked body for the first time.
Her bare pussy is on full display as she spreads her legs for me in an open invitation. A thin strip of trimmed hair leads the way to her glistening pink hole. Fuck me. I collapse back on top of her as she wraps her legs around my waist. I’m still dressed, and it’s the hottest thing ever to have her laid bare under me. I don’t need shit in return; this is all about her and making her feel good.
“That’s it, vixen,” I praise as she grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head backward. Saige runs her wet tongue up the length of my neck before sinking her teeth into the flesh at the base, hard enough to break skin.I thrust my hips into her, my hard cock pressing painfully against the zipper of my jeans.
My hands grip her tank top, ripping it up her tight body and over her head, leaving it tangled on her arm that’s connected to the bed.
“I fucking hate you,” she hisses, even as she does the same to me, helping to pull my T-shirt off my body, her nails dragging downward over my chest, leaving scratch marks over my tattooed skin.
“Yeah, baby, you’ve said that.”
One thing about me? I never give up control. In any area. In the very depths of the recesses of my mind, I’m reminding myself of this, even as I allow her to push me onto my back in the center of the bed, her perfect body climbing on top of me.
There’s no talking, not as she shimmies forward, not as I grip her tight waist and pick her up, settling her directly over my waiting mouth. This is the moment other women get self-conscious, where they pause and insecurities creep in. Not my woman. Saige sits down like her body and brain already know they own me, like the only thing on her mind is getting her pussy licked. I let her control the position as I take a deep inhale of her sweet, musky scent, my tongue dipping out and licking through her wet center. She tastes wild and free, forbidden, and untamed. She tastes like fucking chaos.She tastes like fuckingmine.
