Page 1 of Property of Camo

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Skyla

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills my bedroom.

Harsh breathing and grunts come from the man who is fucking me like there is no tomorrow, but there always is. Days are filled with a busy lifestyle and wanting more from things always out of reach, like said man who is buried inside of me.

“Oh fuck. You feel good,” he growls, his voice sending a wave of lust through my body.

He always makes me feel good; he makes me come like no other man has before him.

“Yes, Camo. I love your fat cock.” My thighs clamp around his hips as he pistons into me.

“Fuck yeah, you do.” He grins down at me.

Oh, I love that grin. I wish I saw it more, away from the sexual activities that we partake in.

My skin is covered in sweat from the sheer sex-a-thon that we have been having since he arrived at my place late last night after a job. This is his pattern, and it has been this way for a year now.

Camo is the Vice President of the Kings of Anarchy, Massachusetts. The club resides here in Salem, but mark my words, everyone in Mass knows not to fuck with the Kings.

I know that he and the club are into illegal shit, but I also know that they do help the people of Massachusetts as well. Doing what I do, I am not one to judge.

“Harder,” I beg, which is fucking stupid because I know that as soon as he comes, he will climb off me, get dressed before leaving like he always does, and I will be left feeling cold and empty.

This is the same old movie that plays out between Camo and me.

He looks down at me with his forest green eyes, his brow dipped just like it always is. Camo is a handsome man but he has this prick-resting-face that keeps people away.

He is feared among men and the supernaturals here in Salem.

“You going to come for me, baby? Drench my cock like I know you can.” He smirks.

Moving my hands, I feel him tense. He knows what I am doing and he lets me to a certain point. My hands rest on his jaw, cupping his face.

“You know I like to come with you in me, Camo. So be the big bad biker and fuck me harder like I know you can, because it is the only thing you are capable of,” I smart off at the mouth and his body goes tight.

He glares down at me and I know that I have pushed too far, thinking he will climb off me, but he growls, his eyes turning black, and he fucks me harder and faster without saying a word.

I am here just for the ride, but fuck me, what a ride it is.

My breasts bounce, my body comes alive, every nerve vibrates in my body as he fucks me so hard, and the headboard hits the wall, no doubt leaving dents. Thank fuck I live alone.

With his thick, hard cock slamming into me, he grunts, growls, and never looks away from me. His penetrating gaze holds me hostage. He bares his teeth as he fucks me hard and fast, his hips ramming against my body.

“Fucking come, Sky.”

The voice he uses is one that I have heard before, and I get that sinking feeling knowing that I have pushed him tonight.

“Fuck,” he grunts, reaching between us to find my clit and pressing hard to force my climax out of me.

I hold off as long as I can, not wanting this to end, knowing that he will not leave until I have come with him.

He says he is bad, and not enough to be with me beyond sex, but I have seen things that make me think otherwise.

“Do not hold it in, Skyla. Fucking come,” he roars at me, his eyes wild with lust.

His voice is like a detonator to my orgasm.

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