Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“Hey…it’s just us,” he said. “You can do it, Beautiful, and if you don’t want to, we stop.”
That easily, the tension slipped out of me. “Tell me what to do,” I said, even though I hated that I had to ask.
Cam held the base of his cock and angled it toward me. “We’re gonna go real slow. We have to work our way in, okay? You can control it. If it’s too much, you stop or pull off. Let yourself get used to me inside you.”
“Okay.”
“When I first start to slide in, I want you to push out. I know that sounds weird, but it will open you up, and the biggest thing outside of that is to try and relax.”
Again, I nodded, doing what he said. I lowered myself some, the head of his cock pushing at my rim. I pushed out, tried to open myself up, which was embarrassing as hell, as I slowly went down, trying to take him in.
The initial breach was intense, this pressure and burn as he started to push in.
“Fuck…fuck,” I gritted out.
“Ease off if you want. You’re in control, remember?”
So I did, before we tried again…and again. Every time I’d begin to lower myself, take him inside me, it was nothing but discomfort, and I wondered how in the hell anyone could like this, want this.
“Do you want to stop? You can fuck me, or we can do something else. There’s no rush, Beautiful.”
I didn’t want to stop. I wanted this, wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life. “I don’t want to stop. I just…want you.”
“You’re in control,” Cam said again, and the second he said it, I knew that was what it was. I didn’t want to be in control in that moment. I wanted Cam to take me, fuck me, make me feel wanted.
“What if I don’t want to be?” My voice shook as I said it, but I had never been more sure of anything. Cam’s dark eyes flared with heat, and his lips pulled into a sexy fucking grin.
“That can definitely be arranged.” Before I realized what was happening, his arm was around me and he was flipping me. Suddenly I was on my back and Cam leaned over me, his mouth crushing mine in a searing, bruising kiss I felt in my soul.
I reached for him when he pulled back, but he said, “I’m not going anywhere.”
Cam rolled me to my side, told me to bend my top leg and raise it up toward my chest. I did so as he lubed himself more, then his fingers. When he pushed them inside me, rubbed my prostate, I damn near melted into the mattress.
He was spooning me from behind…and then it was Cam in control, Cam slowly pushing in, trying to penetrate me. I wasn’t going to lie and say it didn’t still hurt, but then with the tip of his cock inside me, he reached around me, his arm across my chest, and grabbed my face, tilting my head back toward him, and kissed me…and fuck…fuck, that helped.
His tongue took possession of my mouth as his dick worked its way inside me. I felt dizzy with lust. Protected by him, wanted—no, needed—and damn, did that feel good. Before I knew it, his groin was against my ass, and I felt full, so fucking full.
“Christ, this is my favorite place to be. We might need to do this all the time…like all day every day.”
I chuckled, and he gasped. “You’re going to make me come. You’re so damn tight around me.”
“Are you planning on moving?”
“Patience. I waited this long for you. You can wait too.”
He kissed my lips, the back of my neck, and breathed. He was obviously trying to get himself under control, and then he grabbed my cock, stroked me as he pulled out slightly and thrust forward again.
Cam took me slowly, tenderly, working me up and making me crazy for him. I’d never felt so connected to another person. I licked my lips and tasted my own sweat, and he was wet with it too. He jacked me as he slowly fucked me until I was trembling and begging him to make me come.
Cam fucked into me harder, our bodies slapping together. “So good…so damn good, Beautiful. Christ, this ass. I’m never going to get enough of it.”
I cried out when his teeth bit into my shoulder. My orgasm crashed into me, my eyes rolling back and my body jittery as I emptied my balls all over his hand and the bed.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped, and then he slammed in, his body tensed, and he moaned, no doubt filling the condom with his own load, as our breaths mingled.
It was uncomfortable when he pulled out of me. He rolled over to drop the condom in the trash, and then his arms wrapped around me again, his mouth close to my ear. “Was it okay?” he asked, vulnerable.