Page 31 of Zoinks! Nice Pack, Bro

My mind is in panic.

He saw my crooked teeth.

I’m in a full fledged road to panic now at the idea of smiling in front of him again. Letting him see my teeth. In a world of Instagram edited smiles there are few things that give me anxiety like my teeth.

Growing up we didn’t go to a dentist and when I went at 18 it caused me so much anxiety that I just brushed, flossed, and gargled so much like I was trying to make up for years of neglect.

The pack I had grown up in was blue collar middle class and we should have been able to go to the dentist.

There were a lot of things that we should have been able to do but weren’t allowed to.

Can’t think about the family pack. That will just make me spiral more than I’m already doing.

“I’m going to kiss you now. If you don’t want me too, now would be the time to speak up.” Cameron’s hand slips from touching my lips to cupping my cheek, his eyes on me as I freeze up.

“If I speak up will you stop?” I ask, scared now.

He still wants to kiss me after seeing my teeth? He still likes me enough to kiss me?

Cameron nods his head and I breathe out a sigh of relief, pushing forward and kissing him. It feels better when I’m in charge of making the move.

It only takes him a second to recover.

His fingers press into my back, pulling me up his lap so we’re chest to chest. My hands fist his hair, the hat he is wearing falling off as my mouth opens, letting his tongue slip into my mouth.

Open mouthed and demanding, Cameron nudges my head angling me so when he kisses me it’s all consuming. Warmth spreads through me as my hips shift looking for friction in some form as pleasure rushes through me.

The anxiety attack I was having went and all I can focus on is the way that his tongue feels like velvet as it traces mine. How he tastes like the place I try to hide in dreams and how I’ll never emotionally recover from this kiss again.

Why haven’t any other kisses in my life felt as good as this one? What had been wrong?

Was it because he is one of my scent match mates?

Or was it the way I felt safe being kissed by him.

He stands, my legs wrap around his waist as he spins us, so I’m pinned down on the bed, his body over mine as I melt into my bedding.

I want more.

More. More.More.

The way his cock is hard in his jeans, the hard steel against the thin material of my panties. It feels so good that I could melt. My scent is thick in the air and he groans as he smells it when he pulls away from the kiss.

“Is this okay?” His check in is so sweet compared to the way he was just kissing me that I’m confused for a second before nodding, “Use your words, baby. I want to keep kissing you if it’s okay with you. You need to let me know what is okay.” He preaches consent between peppering kisses along my jaw and neck.

I’m drunk on him and it’s going to be trouble.

The slick has completely gone through my panties now and I’m sure that I am making a mess of him.

He started it though. This is his mess. Now he can clean me up.

But instead of answering I tug at his hoodie, pulling it over his head as Cameron ducks out of it. He grabs it, folding it quickly before tossing it on the chair in the corner.

Does he need that hoodie or could I have it? I’d like to slip it on and fall asleep in his scent.

“Now me.” My hands go up as his eyes search for permission to double check that this is okay, “Oh for gosh sakes.” I yank it off, tossing it away as my hands reach for him, bringing him back to me, “I’m okay. Now kiss me.” His lips are on mine again, warm and demanding.

I understand what people say about bruising lips; as he kisses he strokes his tongue against mine with his lips pressed hard to mine. Cam is pressing his hips down and I feel his cock against me, through his jeans he’s so hard and rubbing against my core.

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