Page 120 of Fractured Souls
This was a side I needed to get used to. I’m not sure how anyone before me had just walked away from him, but damn, I’m happy they did. They didn’t deserve a view this amazing. He thumbs the band of his boxers before slowly pulling them down. He strokes himself, kicking his boxers away.
I try to be good and wait for instruction, but how can I when he looks like this? I lean in, taking the head of his cock between my lips. His taste spreads on my tongue. “Fuck, Bo.” Fingers dig into my hair, fisting my strands almost to the point of pain. I can’t take all of him, but my hand makes up for what doesn’t fit.
Cam soothes his thumb over my cheek before pulling out of my mouth, then smears his precum along my lips. “Can I fuck your face?”
I grab the back of his thighs in answer. He jerks his cock before feeding me as much as I can handle. Proportionate to his overall big frame, he’s a lot, but I try.
“Drooling. You’re so hungry, huh?”
I clutch onto his thighs, pulling him deeper. Needing more of him. He hits the back of my throat and I almost gag, but I breathe through it, trying to get as much of him as I can while the music of his moans urges me on.
His thrusts are smooth and shallow; I’m the one pulling him deeper. The weight of him on my tongue is so good. I run my tongue up the vein under his shaft, and my fingers tighten on his legs as he drives in deeper. My nails dig into his flesh. Gagging softly, he finally lets up, giving me a moment to drag in some air.
Then I take him again, choking a little. My throat burns, but I can feel myself sticky with precum rubbing between my thighs. My eyes water and I push him back to breathe.
Saliva connects us. “So messy.” With his thumb he wipes some spit away then dips it into my mouth for me to suck.
“More.”
Cam’s eyes flick to the carpet before he smirks. “Ass in the air, Bo.”
Moving the coffee table a bit, I turn around, pressing my chest to the plush carpet. His shirt rides up my body, but I’m no longer insecure with him. He loves every part of me. I spread my legs a little wider, my dick pointing to the floor as Cam gets on his knees behind me. “Look at this greedy little hole.” He slaps his cock against me. “Couldn’t even wait for me to finish that round.”
“You’ve been playing all morning.” He grabs my ass in his hand, hard, his alternative to spanking me, something he said he just can’t do. Cam doesn’t really enjoy rough sex anyway. He’s just not built for it, and I’m more than okay with that.
His head presses to my entrance, dipping in before he slips back out. He teases me, giving me just an inch of what I’m craving before taking it away. He’s sadistic. “Camden, please.”
Slowly he takes shape inside me, stretching me as far as he can go. “I’m not going to last long.” His forehead presses to the middle of my back, his arms going around me, and the mood slips into something warmer.
Slowly he pulls out, pushing back in in a soft rhythm I wasn’t expecting. “So good, Cam.” I push back on him, stretching my hands forward, my fingers bunching in the carpet. Adjusting my legs, I change the angle. He’s so deep I can practically feel him in my belly, the curve of him hitting exactly where it needs to. Sometimes it feels too sensitive, almost painful, but right now it’s perfect. He’s giving me everything I need and more.
My balls tighten as he picks up his speed, his balls slapping against me. “I had a super master plan to be dominant and rough.” He moans. “Fuck, I can’t help it. Feels so good.” His hands squeeze my ass.
“I’m going to come, Cam.” My fingers white-knuckle against the shag of the carpet. “Fuck, I’m gonna . . . I’m going to, ugh . . . yes, there. Deeper. Harder.” I clench around him, coming so hard my eyes pinch shut, each rough clap of our skin fucking more and more out of me.
“Fuck, I’m coming, Bo.” He fills me with a loud groan, clutching onto me like his life depends on it, and when he sags against me I’m still spasming with the soft thrum of my orgasm. “Holy shit.” He kisses the side of my head.
“We need a new rug,” I mumble from under the weight of him, his cock still inside me still. “Get out, please. Too much.”
“Sorry.” He kisses my head and gets off me, and when I try to stand he scoops me up in his arms. “Hear me out. Naked anime night. I want to watchJujitsu Kaisen”
“Us or the men in this anime?”
“I was thinking us. The last thing I need is for you to see your anime husbando naked. I wouldn’t be able to compare.”
I beg to differ. “I’m sure you’d more than compare.”
“Have you seen Sakuna? Big dick energy. I don’t need that competition.”
“Doesn’t he have like four arms?”
“Yeah! And what do you think he can do with those four arms?”
I laugh, he’s so ridiculous.
He walks me into the bathroom then turns on the shower, still letting me lean my weight on him. “Quick. Clean up, wash off all the dirty things I did to you, then it’s just the two of us all weekend. No more video games today, I promise.” He kisses me between my eyes.
“You can play with Mark tomorrow, it’s okay. Just really wanted you is all.”
