Page 62 of All's Fair in Love & Chaos
“Could you ever be anything less?”
“Camden . . .” I say on a rushed breath. “I hate you.” He has the audacity to chuckle, my lips turning up into a grin.
“I know, vixen, but you also love me.”
“I really fucking do.”
Camden slowly stalks me until he’s rounded the bed, caging me in, placing his hands on either side of my head against the wall. He leans down, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth and then letting go with a pop.
“You love me?”
“Yeah, Camden, I do.”
“Say it. Let me hear the words on those vicious lips.” His hand wraps around my throat with just enough pressure to get myattention, but I don’t give in, shaking my head slightly side to side in defiance.
“Oh, baby, you just made a mistake.” Camden pecks my lips with a gentle kiss before grabbing me around the waist. He sits down on the end of the bed, flipping me over his lap. “Remember when I told you I’d spank your ass until your skin blooms red for how reckless you were? Apparently, you think you can continue to play with fire. Let’s see if I can make your pussy leak its juices all over my jeans.”
“Camden!” I yell, squirming against him. His strong hand holds my wrists at my lower back while he works to pull up the T-shirt I’m wearing. His fingers grip the tiny string thong I have on, roughly yanking it down my legs. I can’t help it, I fucking moan, even though I’m fighting him off me. My pussy throbs between my legs, anticipating the hell he’s about to rain down on me.
Camden’s hand rubs over the skin of my ass, a gentle, loving caress that only fucks with my head. I clench, biting my bottom lip while I wait for the first smack. I hear the whoosh of air first, then the loud smack of skin meeting skin, and the pain comes next, a burn spreading outward from the contact.
“Camden! Fuck!” He doesn’t hold back, doesn’t restrain himself. Camden spanks me like he’s been holding onto every single mouthy thing I’ve said to him, every shitty thing I’ve done, and is finally letting out all his pent-up energy. And I. Am. Here. For. It.
The second and third smacks hurt worse than the first, but the fourth and fifth? I’m moaning after every single one.
“That’s my girl,” he soothes as he runs his hand affectionately over my red, sensitive flesh. “I knew you’d love this,Saige, knew you’d like to give up that control for just a minute. You just needed someone you trusted to take care of you.” His words break me open, the truth of them resting hard between us. Tears fill my eyes as he lovingly massages over my raw skin. “But we’re not done yet, baby. We’re gonna go until you beg.” Oh fuck.
Camden’s palm swats down against me again, his entire palm covering my left cheek, then my right, then both. I wiggle and squirm in his lap, moaning and sobbing as he alternates between spanking and soothing, doing each with no rhyme or reason, so I never know what to expect.
My pussy aches, dripping with need, throbbing and clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled.
“Please, Camden, please! I need you!”
“Tell me what I want to hear, Saige, and I’ll give you everything you want.” His fingers trail through the crack of my ass, dipping further and pulling my legs apart on his lap. They meet my center, and I know he feels the truth of how my body is reacting to him, to this. “Oh, vixen, you aresogoddamn wet.” Then his fingers are there, pressing inside my heat and pushing in deep. I gasp at the intrusion, my spine bowing, a long, drawn-out moan on my lips. He fucks them into me slow and deep, and then he’s pulling them free, leaving me desperate and irritated.
“Camden, please!” I yell.
“Say.” Spank. “You.” Spank. “Love.” Spank. “Me.” Spank. Spank. Spank. His fingers delve back between my legs, the filthy squelching noises proof of just how wet I am, how desperate I am for this man.
“I LOVE YOU! Fuck! Camden! I fucking love you!” I scream at the top of my lungs. Everything goes silent for a split second, and then I’m flying through the air, my back bouncing on the center of the bed. Camden rids himself of his clothes faster than should be possible, while I spread my legs for him, the cool air kissing my core.
“Say it again, baby.”
“I love you, Camden.”
“Jesus, the way that sounds. I’ll never get used to it. I love you. I love you more than anything.”
Camden sinks his knees into the mattress, crawling up the bed until he’s resting completely over me. He leans down, nipping at my bottom lip with his teeth before taking my mouth completely in a heated kiss that I feel all the way down to my toes. My arms wrap around his neck as I tilt my head to the side, deepening it. His tongue eagerly meets mine, his hands moving on autopilot, wrapping under my waist and holding me close. We kiss for minutes, maybe hours, until we’re both panting and our hips are seeking each other out, desperate for friction.
“So needy, baby,” he whispers as he peppers kisses along my jaw.
“Camden . . .” I plead, trying to shift so that his hard cock presses where I want him to fill me. Instead of thrusting inside my heat, he sits up, kneeling before me. He picks up my leg, kissing my ankle before running his tongue along the inside of my foot, over my toes, and then goes back to open-mouthed kisses. He trails his lips and tongue up the length of my leg, reaching my thigh and spreading my legs. Cool breath ghosts across my wet flesh,sending shockwaves and goosebumps scattering across my skin, a gasp on my lips. He repeats the process on my other leg, licking and kissing, making sure not a single inch of me is left untouched.
“Camden,” I moan, his breath warm on my pussy as he spreads my legs impossibly wide.
“My queen.” His mouth is there the next moment, inhaling me just like he always does, his tongue following, licking like a man who’s been starved. Camden eats pussy like there’s nothing in the world he’d rather be doing. He grips my thighs, pushing my knees up to my chest.
“Hold your legs up, baby. Let me have access to all of you.”
