Page 128 of The Pucking Wrong Man

I was obsessed, addicted, and completely under his spell.

“I love you,” he growled as he buried himself to the hilt, the cords in his neck standing out in stark relief as he filled me with warm bursts of cum.

My eyes widened, because…what did he just say?

I followed him over the cliff, sobbing at the exquisite feeling surging through me. My eyes finally closed, white light sparking at my eyelids. I didn’t know it was possible to feel this good.

A second later, his hand was circling my neck again, forcing me to pay attention. “You are fucking mine. I own this body. I own this soul. Mine,” he growled, burying his face in my neck.

“Yes,” I whispered. Over and over again as he stayed sheathed inside of me.

Camden gave me slow, drugging kisses, and my eyes fluttered closed again, my body completely worn out.

“I’m going to keep you forever,” I think he muttered as I fell asleep, a smile on my lips as I slipped into the best dreams I’d ever had.

Camden

I pulled out of her sleeping body, staring down at the blood streaked across my dick, across my sheets...down her thighs.

I was still hard, even after the two most intense, best fucking orgasms of my life. It felt like my dick was the Energizer Bunny, as long as Anastasia was nearby, it could go on and on.

I wanted to remember this forever. I didn’t have a blood kink or anything...or at least I was going to ignore that part of me if I did. But seeing her blood coating my skin, mixed with my cum…

I’d never seen anything so right in my life.

Something that perfect needed to be documented, I decided, quietly reaching over and grabbing my phone from off the end table...before snapping a picture of my dick.

I needed to be able to look at this whenever I wanted. Maybe it would help me control this insanity throbbing through my insides. The insanity that had my dick begging to get back inside her, ready for round two even though she had to be sore. The insanity that wanted to remind me that she was mine, that no matter what, I'd have this part of her.

No matter what, she’d belong to me.

“Okay, crazy,” I muttered to myself, cursing when she shifted and let out a soft sigh at the sound of my voice.

I set my phone down and carefully settled beside her, hungrily taking in her perfect features.

I wanted to take care of my baby, but I also couldn’t resist just one more taste.

Okay, one or two more tastes. I was addicted and I didn’t have any intention of curing that any time soon.

I slid down the bed, carefully pushing between her legs, pausing as she softly sighed. Lapping at her perfect pussy, it was all I could do not to moan. I loved the taste of the two of us combined. I wanted to keep her pumped full of me. I wanted her to feel me inside of her, for her thighs to be constantly sticky with my cum.

Anastasia was softly moaning and writhing under my tongue…but somehow she didn’t wake up. I watched in satisfaction as her body bent, and she sighed as she came, her pussy clenching my fingers that I’d slipped in so that my tongue could focus on her clit.

A rush of her essence poured out, and I was fucking into the bed, giving my dick much needed friction as I licked and sucked up every single drop.

I got on my knees and stroked my dick, over and over again as I stared in awe at her perfect pussy.

Grunting, my seed spilled out all over her folds, sliding down and soaking the sheets underneath her.

I rubbed my cum into her skin, feeding it into her core and spreading it all over her stomach and up to her breasts. I circled her clit, using the cum to get her off one more time.

And still she slept.

My poor baby girl. I’d fucked her to sleep.

She probably needed to get used to it. I had no plans of stopping any time soon.

Sitting back on my haunches, I admired my handiwork. Her skin was coated with me, my white milky cum was everywhere. I may never let her shower again.

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