Page 15 of Property of Camo

“Fuck you,” she cries out.

I chuckle, pulling out until just the tip of my cock is still in her, then slam back in so hard, her desk moves.

“You are fucking me, baby. Well, I am fucking you, like the dirty whore that you are. My fucking whore.” My hips piston.

“Not your anything,” she pushes past her lips.

“The pussy fluttering around my cock begs to differ, Skyla.”

Her pussy flutters around my cock, and I growl, loving the feel of her tight heat around my shaft. Sex with Skyla is beyond fucking words, that is not our problem, it is the other shit in our lives, or I should say, mine.

“Shut up, Camo, and make me come,” she grinds out.

A spike of anger runs through me, and I double my efforts, fucking her harder than ever before, letting my anger take over.

With a fist full of her dark hair, I rip her head back, and she cries out in pain but I do not stop my cock’s assault on her. My other hand goes to her throat, keeping her in an arched position, as my cock fills her to the hilt.

“I’m coming,” she cries.

Gritting my teeth, I ignore the fact that my shirt is clinging to me with how much I am sweating.

Pulling my hand from her throat, I bring it down hard on her ass, leaving a bright red handprint on her creamy skin.

“Ow, you fucker.”

I grin behind her back until she comes, strangling my cock harder than ever before, and I come with her, filling the condom with my seed. My balls actually fucking ache with how hard I come.

My legs shake with the ferocity of my orgasm. Letting her hair go, Skyla flops forward, her body spent, and I can’t fucking blame her. We both came fucking hard and I will be making that happen again.

I pull out of her, stepping away to deal with the condom, and dropping it in the trash can. Before I turn to face her, I can feel the shift.

Coldness fills the room; she is already dressed and looking like she was not just fucked to within an inch of her life. She is throwing my actions back at me and fuck me, it feels shitty.

We say nothing for a few seconds, then she breaks the silence.

“I was asked to go on a date yesterday.” Her voice is a little hoarse, and I would smirk at the thought that I caused that, but her words fill my veins with anger and rage.

I keep all emotion off my face while I tuck my now deflated dick away, zip up my pants, and buckle up my belt. My shoulders fill with tension again. Folding my arms in front of my body, I keep them locked as they fucking twitch with the need to fucking hit something or make someone bleed.

“You got nothing to say to that? Another man showing interest in me?” I say nothing to her question.

Skyla sighs, showing her defeat and disappointment, and I feel that sound in my gut.

She moves around her desk, sitting back in her leather chair, my gaze tracking her every move. Once she is seated, she brings her gaze to meet mine and I fucking hate what I see there.

“You really do think that little of me, huh? Have zero respect for me?”

This time, I do speak.

“You knew what this was when we started it.”

Nodding, she looks at her computer monitor, thinking over whatever is running through her head.

Skyla is not someone who will play games, so I know that what she is saying is coming from deep inside of her. The seconds tick by while she says nothing.

My heart tells me to say something, anything to put her mind at ease but the words do not come easy, so I stay silent. With my fists clenched tightly out of sight of her, I wait. Skyla speaks again and with each word she says, my world tilts and spins and I lose control of what to think or say.

“I did, but feelings are a rite of passage in a human’s life. We are not soulless like some supernaturals are. Supernaturals havemates, they become couples who love, respect, and protect. So, I think this thing between us is because of you. You do not want more with me. I am not good enough for you, so you use me, and that isyourchoice, Camo.”

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