by Kelsie Spits
Camden pulls his cock from between my lips, still as hard as it was before. I lick my lips and lick his slit, playing with the piercing for a second as I gather more of cum. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” I tug the silver rod to see what happens and Camden hisses, yanking my head back by the thick of my hair. He wants to say something, but he seems lost in thought. His pupils are dilated, making his beautiful eyes appear black instead of blue.
Sexual sin possesses him and it suits him.
Chapter 6
“I could look into your green eyes for the rest of my life,” he says and it’s sweet, something I wasn’t expecting at a moment like this. He lays me down, kicking of his sweats, and cages my head in with his arms, holding the majority of his weight. He peppers my face with kisses and slows things down, turning the heat from scorching hot, to a passionate simmer. “It’s going to hurt at first, but I promise to make you feel good.”
“You’ve already made me feel good,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck as he settles between my legs. One of his hands disappears and it’s to guide his cock to my entrance. I gasp, holding my breath when I feel the tip stretching me and the slight pressure from the piercing entering me. If I never get to have Camden again, this night will be the best night of my life. I know no other man will compare to him.
“Are you ready?”
“I’m always ready for you,” I reply, my mouth dropping open on a painful, but at the same time, pleasurable scream. He removes his hand and bring it next to my head again, along with his lips. He kisses me as he stretches me to the brink. Camden stops moving when he hits the barrier keeping us apart. He stops kissing me and looks me in the eyes, the bright blues are back, staring at me with love. “I’ll always take care of you, sweetheart.”
I close my eyes, smiling from the words.
“Open your eyes. I want to see your face as I take you.”
So sweet at one time, so primal the next. The moment I open my eyes, he punches his hips forward, ripping through my virginity and taking it as his own. Both of us groan. His tilts his head back, the tendons showing as he tenses. “You’re so tight.”
I bite my lip from how full and stretched I feel. It hurts, but feels good, yet stings, but I want more.
“Are you okay?” he asks, kissing the tip of my nose.
“Yeah, just give me a minute? You’re so big,” I wiggle my hips and his hand flies down to stop me.
“One, you can’t say shit like that when I’m inside you. You make me want to lose control. Two, I’ll give you all the time you want because one move from you, this will be over way quicker than I want.” He sees my smile, “Yeah I bet that makes you feel good about yourself, and it should, because if you were in my position, ten inches deep inside this tight virgin pussy, feeling your walls tighten, feeling your juices soak my flesh, knowing that you’re mine in every way, you’d understand just how I’m hanging by a very shredded thread.”
I scrape my nails down his back until I reach the curve of his bubbled ass and squeeze.
He takes my mouth again, kissing me long and hard until my body relaxes and he takes that as I sign to move. He tries smaller thrusts at first, working his way up until only the tip is left and he is ramming himself back inside. Soon, nothing hurts and all I have is mind−blowing pleasure taking over my body.
The bedframe slams against the wall when he quickens his pace, railing his fat cock between my legs as hard as he can. I have no idea how much time passes where we keep the same pace, but I know I never want it to end. He lifts up, sweat dripping from the ends of his hair onto his pecs and he reaches for the headboard for leverage, curling his hips differently as he fucks me.
“Camden, Camden, Camden!” I shout his name when he hits a spot inside me I’ve never experienced before.
He leans down and sucks my earlobe into his mouth. “That’s right. Cry out for me. Let everyone know who is fucking you. Let everyone know who is claiming you, sweetheart.”
I scratch his skin again, this time breaking it when another orgasm tightens my core.
“Oh, I don’t think so. Not yet. You come when I come.” And he flips me over, bringing me to my knees and shoving my face in the pillow. Grabbing a hold of my hips, he plummets his cock inside me, hitting the tip of my womb with every stroke. He brings his hands up and slaps my ass until I cry out, fisting the sheets in my hand and biting the pillow as I keep my orgasm back. His sack hits my clit, giving me the extra push I need to fall over the edge, but I don’t. I listen to him. My insides cramp. I need to cum.
“Camden,” I cry out, lifting up until my back is against his front. I toss my arm around his neck, holding on for dear life as he holds my tits with my hands, never missing a beat as he gives me the one thing I’ve always wanted: him.
“Are you on birth control, sweetheart?” he licks the shell of my ear.
Everything is a blur, but I still manage to shake my head. And we aren’t wearing a condom. I don’t care. I want to feel him raw. It’s the only way it can be between us. No barriers. Ever.
“Good,” his hands flies to my belly, silently telling me that he has future plans for us. “Cum with me, sweetheart. Now. Now!” He grunts the same time I scream until my lungs give out. The warmth of his cum coats my channel and my muscles still spasm from my never-ending orgasm. It goes on and on, sucking his seed deep inside me.
He forehead lands on my shoulder, and he kisses a soft trail to the base of my neck. “You’re the best thing I’ve ever experienced, sweetheart.”
“It never has to. I’m yours,” I turn my head, finding his lips to give him a languid kiss. We collapse on the bed, still connected, kissing each other until our mouth are numb and exhaustion takes root.
I didn’t know I could love Camden more than I did, but laying here with him, I never want anyone else. I’m his.
Epilogue
It’s Sunday night now. I only get one more night of him holding me before our normal lives take over.
“Come with me,” he says, popping his arm up on the bed as he rubs his finger around my nipple. We just made love for the hundredth time in two days. I’m sore and aching in all the right places and I want it to be like that for the rest of my life.
“What?” I turn to face him. “You have work.”
“I can leave. I have enough money to start a business somewhere else if I wanted.”
“Your son—”
“He can visit. He is an adult now. I’ll always be there if he needs me, but my life is starting again, with you.”
Right as I open my mouth to say yes, the door slams shut and I sit up in bed. No.
“Amelia! Camden!” My dad roars so loud it shakes the house.
“Oh, no.” I cover my mouth.
“It’s going to be okay.” He covers me up with a blanket and puts on his pants just when my dad opens the door with my mom crying behind him.
“So it’s true.” His face turns red. “I didn’t want to believe it.” My dad charges at Camden and pushes him against the wall. “What did you do to my daughter? I want you to leave, you hear me? Leave. I can’t believe you. You’ve known her all your life and you’d do this? Get out before I fucking kill you!” he screams, throwing a fist at Camden’s face but he dodges it.
“Stop! Dad, stop!”
“And you, young lady, I’m so disappointed. You’re acting like a whore. He wanted nothing more than sex from you!”
Camden throws a punch this time, slamming my dad in the cheek. “You can say what you want to me, but leave her alone. Pack a bag, sweetheart, we are leaving.”
My dad wipes the blood from his lip and points a finger at me, “You aren’t going anywhere.”
“I love him! I always have. You can’t keep me from him.” I hold the sheet to my chest as tears fall down my face. “I’m an adult. I get to choose.”
“You go with him, you are no longer welcome in this house.”
My chin quivers when my heart breaks, but if he is going to make me choose, th
en he never cared about my happiness. “I’m leaving with Camden.”
“Don’t bother packing. Get the fuck out of my house now. Nothing here is yours.”
Camden pushes my father and runs to the other side of the bed where I’m at, lifting me in his arms. “Fine. She never has to worry about anything again with me anymore. Keep your shit. She’s mine now.”
I don’t look back as Camden whisks me away.Me in nothing but a sheet and him without a shirt and in sweats. “It’s us. Just like how it was always supposed to be, sweetheart.” Camden kisses my forehead. “You’re mine now.”
“You never told me what this means,” I say through bubbled emotion lodged in my throat. I trace the tattoo again on his side.
“Amelia. It says Amelia. I got it on your eighteenth birthday because I knew you were mine.”
His.
In mind, body, and soul.
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 5
Chapter One
Richard always hated parent teacher conferences.
He knew it would be something he’d have to get used to now that he was a teacher for elementary schoolers, but the last thing he wanted to deal with was talking to the parents of these kids, especially if they had children who were acting out. Richard was still doing his internship, and was a student teacher under Mr. Henry Jackson, but Henry decided today was a fine day for him to call out due to sickness, so Richard had to handle everything.
Normally, Richard didn’t care. But, he was fresh off the boat when it came to teaching, and this would be the first ever parent-teacher conference he’d engage in with a parent. He presumed it would be easy, but he wasn’t totally sure.
The first person’s parents he met with was little Susie. Suzie was a good kid, and she was actually at the top of the class, reading eighth-grade books despite being at a fourth grade level. Richard was able to handle that one quite easily, and he told the parents the kid was definitely on the way to a successful career. Richard found the notes that Henry left for him, notes about how the kids mostly did well, minus Thomas, who was having constant behavioral problems. Richard was to take care of that, and speak with the parents accordingly, in order to help get everything back on track.
It sounded simple, but with everything in life, shit was much easier said than done.
One by one the parents would come in, sometimes with the kids, but mostly without. Richard figured the reason why this was done without the kids was because of the fact that if things did end up going awry, it can fix the problem before it got worse. The last conference for the day was nigh, and Richard sighed.
It was tiring being a teacher. He never knew it would be this bad, but at the end of the day, he just wanted to kick back and relax. But, this was the last conference, and unfortunately it was with the one troublemaking kid that he didn’t want to deal with.
He vaguely remembered Thomas. He was a student teacher, so he mostly just helped with grading tests and working with the class. But he remembered that there was always a kid that kept getting detention, who was always picking on the girls in the class, and he wondered if this kid was it.
The door opened, and instead of seeing parents with a child, it was a singular woman with long, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tall frame that was quite curvy, but not necessarily overweight. She had curves in all the right places, and was decked out in a pair of black work pants and a red blouse that showed off ample cleavage. She looked at Richard, smiling.
“Hello there. You must be the teacher,” she said to him.
“H-hi,” he said as he looked at the woman.
All of the other teachers seemed to be older, surprisingly. It was probably because the school was filled with mostly affluent people, and it was in a very affluent neighborhood. But this woman, she was probably maybe ten years older than him, maybe, and he was only 22. He looked at the woman, feeling like he was already losing his control.
“By the way, did you want the door closed?” she asked.
“Yes please,” he said to her.
She then closed the door, and she sat down on the chair across from him. He tried his best to look everywhere he could, but he struggled.
“What’s the matter? Did I come at a bad time?’ she asked.
“Not at all. Sorry about that. just been a long day,” he said to her.
“I imagine. Being a teacher must be hard,” she said.
Like his dick. He already felt like his body was growing hot at the look of her, and then, he spoke.
“Well, I guess we should get this underway then. I wanted to talk to you because of a couple of things that have been going on. We have these conferences in order to find out what’s going on with the child, so that we can act accordingly,” he said.
“Oh, I do understandthat. Usually, most of the teachers say my little Thomas is fine, and that he’s done nothing wrong, but you look a bit frustrated. Did he do something?”
“Well, it seems like Thomas isn’t getting good grades, and he’s causing trouble. He’s been getting detention, and he just isn’t performing well on his homework. I’ve done a bit of grading myself, and I’ve noticed his scores are low. Tell me, is there anything going on at home?”
“You can call me Beverly. And no, Thomas seems to be interested in school. He also likes music as well,” she said.
“That’s good. Is he getting lessons?”
“No, but he’s in a band with a couple of his friends. I try my best, but I’m a single mom, so I can’t give him my undivided attention all the time,” she said.
So, she was single. He looked at her, nodding.
“I imagine it’s hard. And, being a single mom can be rough. Most of the parents here are older, and I’m sure they do look down on that,” he said.
“Oh, you’re telling me. Not a damn day goes by without one of those stupid parents bothering me about this. I’ve heard it all. I’m trying my best to give my child the best that I can, even though I had the kid on my own at 25,” she said.
“Wait, you’re 35?” he asked.
“Yes. Did you expect me to be younger?” she asked.
He looked at her, blushing as he tried to figure out the best way to approach this without sounding very obvious about his intent. He couldn’t stop staring at her cleavage. It was like it was hypnotizing him, and when he finally figured out the words to say, he spoke.
“Yes, I did think so,” he said.
“Aww you’re sweet. But no, I’m a divorced single mom who has to deal with a father that refuses to pay child support, so I’m stuck raising my kid on my own. I try my best to tutor him, and to work with him, but there is only so much I can do,” she told him.
“I know. I know it’s hard for parents that are busy, and who don’t have the extra resources.
“You’re telling me.”
There was an awkward silence between both of them for a bit, before she spoke.
“You know, I care a lot about my little boy. I really do want him to do well,” she said.
“I know. You do care a lot,” he said to her. He was struggling really hard to not stare at her cleavage.
“No, you don’t understand. Ireally would do anything to make sure he does well,” she said.
He immediately felt her eyes grow narrow, looking directly at him. Fuck, what in the world was she hinting at?
“What do you mean?”
She then moved closer to him, pressing her breasts together. He had to stay professional. Therewas no way he was going to let this kid’s mom seduce him. she was hot as shit, but it felt almost wrong.
“Tell you what sweetie, I noticed you’ve been staring at my chest for the last few minutes. In fact, I noticedyou’ve lost your self control for the last five or so minutes, struggling to keep it all together. Tell you what, I’m willing to make a deal with you, that is, if you want,” she offered.
This was wrong in a sense. He didn’t want to let this woman comp
letely overtake him. He was definitely aroused by this woman, his cock as hard as a rock, and he was shuffling under the table to keep it down. All of the other parents he’s seen up to this point have been old farts, but this woman was just…arousing, and he couldn’t stop thinking about what this might mean. He looked at her, and she looked at him, giving him a small grin.
“So, what do you say? Are you interested in making a deal?” she offered.
He thought about it. There was a huge risk to all of this. on the one hand, he was struggling to keep his cock from growing harder, and he didn’t really know if he could manage to keep this up. He didn’t know if he could stop the advances, and not fall for them. Her body was gorgeous, his cleavage almost intoxicating, and he looked at her body, the way she looked at him with the cute little pout.
Fuck. This was hard to resist.
But, on the other hand, it was wrong. He just started teaching, and he didn’t want this blemish on a record. He didn’t know what this woman would get from him if he agreed, and he didn’t know if anyone else would find out. Plus, could he really forge the grades so that the boy has good ones, and that everything is all right? He didn’t know, and there was a huge risk there, but dammit, it was driving him mad not to do anything.
He knew the answer, and he felt like it was wrong, but at the same time so damn right. He then took a deep breath, looking at her for a moment. The intoxicating glare from her, the way that her eyes seemed glued to his own, drove him mad, and finally, before he knew it, he finally uttered the next couple of words.
“Only if you promise to keep this between us,” he said.
He knew this was so fucking wrong, but he couldn’t stop himself. He knew that this woman was playing with him, and shewas probably desperate for her son to do well. she didn’t seem to really have the time to go through and work with her son. She seemed busy, and Richard understood that.
He did want to help as a teacher, and they could work this out, but right now, his cock was aching in his pants, and he needed a release, and fast.