Page 9 of Wifey
“Let me see that!” Hayley practically shoved the phone in my face. There, in its thick and juicy glory, was said dick pick Cameron sent to me just days prior. The hashtags #senatorpage #cameronpage #dickpic were trending topics.
I was mortified, then I became silently angry. While Cameron got a lot of attention for his dick, I also made the stark realization I wasn’t the only woman he sent the pic to. I may be number one but I definitely was not the only one.
Four
If there’s one thing Daddy taught me, it’s to never let anyone see how desperate you are.
As I sit in my bubble bath, I contemplate the many different ways I can tell Cameron to fuck off. He never reached out to me at all today about the dick pics of all dick pics. While he was a trending topic and somehow he made number one in Brazil out of all places, Cameron was radio silent.
Cameron accidentally or should I say “accidentally” shared the dick pic in his stories as he was sharing a video. All it took was one second for his groupie fanbase to see it, and the rest is copy, paste, and share history.
Embarrassed? Probably not. Every man wants everyone to know how big his dick is. Humbled? Probably not. Cameron’s following exponentially grew.
I don’t know why I’m angry. It’s not like Cameron is my man, though somehow I belong to him. He can share a dick pic with the world and it shouldn’t faze me. I don’t even want to be with ol’ dude, and yet a part of me is pulled towards him like I’m some lovesick fan.
As “Catch Me I’m Falling” plays overhead, I do feel like I’m drowning. I had to duck and dodge questions all day about the new security setup. I feel like I staved enough people away where the questions subsided and no one would inquire further.
I felt awful lying to Gabe but it was something he didn’t need to know. He was mad loyal to my father and to me as default. If I betray his trust in any way, that’s it. I’ll never get anyone as loyal as him ever again.
My lungs push out another deep breath and I sink lower into the bathtub. I look around the bathroom and notice all of the things I need to fix and repair. I need a new toilet. I could use more updated tile. I definitely want a brand-new sink.
Not even just the bathroom; the entire house needs an update. It still smells and feels like my father’s home and it’s time I make it mine. Cameron has it in his head I’m moving back in with him and I was silly enough to even entertain it.
No, if he wants me forever, he will have to earn it. I can do sales, promotions, and take out more loans to pay him back. In fact, I’ll do just that in the morning. I’m going to the nearest bank not associated with my father and the shop, and going to request a sizable loan.
I’ll keep the shop open later with temporary hours and everything will be set. Cameron will get his monstrous loan paid back to him within a couple of years and everything will be fine.
Cameron…
Just thinking about him makes my body so acutely aware of him. His deep voice makes my yoni shiver with delight as I remember how sounded when he thrust inside of me. He was vocal and wanted me to enjoy every moment.
Heavy arousal covers my body as I play with nipples and feel them turn into stiff peaks. My right hand travels down to my pussy and plays with the swollen clit poking between the folds.
I envision his eyes and how dark and predatory they turned when he was trying to make a point. I didn’t have to read his mind to know what he was feeling at any given time. All Cameron had to do was give me a look and that was the end of it.
He’s the most soulful man I’ve ever met. He’s also the most soulless man on the same regard. He could kill someone in front of me without blinking. He could leave an innocent child without parents.
He’s dark. He’s dangerous. I want nothing to do with him. That’s what I was taught as a little girl. Those drug pushers are bad men. The drug lords are even worse. They hurt people. They dope them up. They kill if they have to.
Yet, I want everything to do with Cameron. I want him to possess me. Make me his. Remind me who I always belong to. I want him to own my body, control me on when I can come and when I can’t. Spank me, hurt me in a good way, and make me beg for it.
I slip a finger inside my pussy and work my wet finger over my clit. Rubbing faster and faster, I’m caught inside a daze. All I can imagine is Cameron hovering over me; his necklace dangling around as he stares into my eyes. He give me a little before he pushes all the way in, making me scream.
He takes his time and watches my reaction for cues. He gives me a hungry, sloppy kiss as he continues to thrust inside of me. “Your pussy is so hungry for me, baby.” He moans, his voice full of desire and arousal.
Cameron fucks me hard and slow, making me enjoy every inch of him. He’s looking into my eyes, staring deep inside my soul, as he enters and withdraws over and over. “Open your legs wider for me, angel.” He moans and I comply. “That’s it. Give me all of that sweet pussy.”
My body hums with pleasure as my fingers flick over my swollen clit faster and faster, eager to orgasm.
My nipples are stiff, hardened peaks of pleasure. I’m robbed of sanity, and all I can think of, smell of, and taste is Cameron. I’m eager to have his cock in my throat again. I want to fuck my face like a dirty whore.
When I finally come, my body softly convulses and water splashes out of the tub. It takes a moment for me to come back down to earth and get my bearings together. I’m completely exhausted and all I need is sleep.
It was then I realized I needed to let Cameron go for good. This is too unhealthy and way too dangerous. I need to find a nice, good quiet guy and not some drug lord Senator’s son.
The first thing tomorrow morning, I’m getting a loan and paying Cameron back in full. And I’m returning that damn car.
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