Page 111 of Already At Risk
Biting down on my lip, I nodded.
“You want my cock in that dripping pussy of yours?” he reiterated, a visible tick in his jaw now.
“Yes.” I rotated my hips to try to feel more of him, to try to make it happen on my own. I managed to brush over the head of his erection and whimpered from the contact. A grumble came from Cameron’s chest as he pressed me tighter against the wall, a firm reminder that he called the shots. But still, I pleaded with him. “Please, please, please.”
“Be good and stay still for me, then.” The huskiness of his voice only made things worse. “You’re going to stay still while you take it, Natalie.”
It took everything in me to follow Cameron’s orders and stop my determined search for more of him, but I did, stilling completely. I even suppressed a shiver when Cameron’s rough chuckle hit my skin.
“Oh, you want it bad, don’t you?”
I gave the littlest nod, worried that if I moved too much, he wouldn’t give me what I wanted.
“I know.” He shook his head, like he couldn’t quite believe we were here, that we were doing this. “I want it so fucking bad, too.God, Sunshine, I—” Cameron broke off when we made contact again—the press of his hips, the slow intrusion of his cock into my body.
He groaned, and there was a flicker of unsteadiness in his eyes, lining his blown pupils, like he wasn’t in quite as much control as he was trying to make it seem. “I just want yousobad,” he repeated, leaning forward until our foreheads were touching and our breaths were mingling as he gradually introduced himself, pushing further and further inside me. “That’s it. Good,sogood.”
Cameron was…unlike anything I’d ever felt before. He waseverywhere, stretching me in a way I didn’t recognize. I should have expected it, should have known this would happen, but it felt like he was in mythroat?—
“Baby, breathe,” he soothed, cutting through my thoughts. “That’s only the tip.”
Oh.
Oh, of course.
Of course it felt like he was overtaking me, and he was only giving me thetip.
He slipped a hand between us, rubbing his thumb over my clit, and my cry of delight got stuck in my throat. But it worked the way he wanted, my body softening at his touch, at the bone-melting pleasure he knew how to deliver.
Cameron took note of the change in my body and thrust upward, burying at least half of his length inside me, leaving me gasping for air because, oh myGod.
I mean, ithadto be at least half of him, right?
“Fuck,” he groaned, dragging it out to be at least five syllables. “Natalie.”
Some sort of sound slipped out of me, a garbled, pleasured noise that also sounded a bit pained. It wasn’t my fault. Cameron was stretching me in ways I didn’t realize were possible. But for that same reason, he was already hitting places inside me that no man had hit before, and I was—oh, I was in some sort of tortured heaven.
My fingers curled into the collar of his shirt, both grateful he was wearing it so I had something to hold on to and wishing he didn’t have anything on. I wanted to feel his hot skin against mine.
“More,” I begged. “I can take it.”
I had no idea where that level of confidence came from, considering I already felt like I was being split in two.
“I know you can.” Cameron’s voice was hoarse as he shook his head, pulling back as though he wanted to watch my face when he destroyed me fully. “God, I can’t get over how perfect you are.”
And then he buried the rest of his cock inside me.
I screamed, but it was soundless. My eyes rolled up, but then he murmured my name, and I looked to find Cameron with his eyes still on me, a little twist on his lips that told me everything I needed to know. His expression was so cocky, I almost missed how his entire body trembled at first, almost didn’t catch how close he was to losing it, too.
But still, he gave me time, waiting.
“God, you take mesowell,” he rasped while letting me adjust to having himsodeep. And then, when I tightened the grip of my legs around him, tugging him impossibly closer to me, trying to convey with my body what I was simply incapable of saying with words at the moment, Cameron pulled back—only an inch or two—and then thrust upward again.
I truly didn’t believe it to be possible, but he seemed to go even deeper with the second rock of his hips, and my lips once again parted, awed. To my surprise, Cameron’s eyelids fluttered, like he hadn’t imagined any of this was possible, either, and then he began muttering things beneath his breath: how good I felt, how perfect I was, how he couldn’t wait to fuck me until I was screaming.
But he didn’tdothat. Not yet. Instead, he pulled away from the wall, remaining inside me as he walked us to the bed in a few quick strides. And then he lowered me to the mattress and didn’t waste a second before driving home again.
I made sounds this time. I couldn’t help it.
