by Bijou Hunter
“Frustrating, but it improved when I picked you up.”
Smiling, I tug off my shirt with my trembling hands. “That’s sweet. Thanks for the chat. Let’s do this thing.”
Camden opens his mouth to tell me to calm down or cool off or something again about jets. I don’t know what he intends to say, but the sight of my bra clicks his brain into neutral.
“That’s right,” I say, shaking my hips. “Come to me, beast man, and take what I offer.”
“You're a natural with dirty talk,” he mumbles, watching me while I kick off my sandals.
“Oh, yeah, babble over here, buddy.”
Camden shakes his head, trying to pry his gaze from the sight of my bra. “I can make you a screwdriver if you’d like.”
“I want your screw to drive me into happiness.”
Camden fights laughter. “I’ll make you a drink.
I stomp my foot like a pissed toddler. “Why are you playing shy, man-slut? Give me what I want.”
“Or what?” he asks, from his shiny clean kitchen.
“I’ll whine more. You don’t even want to know how much I can whine.”
“Show me,” he murmurs in a deep, sexy voice that pisses me off.
“I get it. I mean, you’ve fucked millions of women, so tonight is no big deal for you. This is my first time, and I want it fucking now, but your dick is satisfied from the concert hall full of women you’ve screwed,” I grumble and then add, “You're selfish.”
“Horniness sure makes you grouchy.”
Crossing my arms, I stare down at my boobs and wonder if the crease is sweaty from the ride over. Should I shower again? I spent a half hour under the water, scrubbing myself clean, but I might need a quick refresher.
Camden walks to me and places a glass in my hand. I look into his dark eyes and wish he could fuck me already so I can stop wondering.
“You’re thinking too much. I need to steal the key to your brain again. No more worrying. Just relax.”
“I’d relax more if I was properly serviced by an experienced lover.”
His fingers caress my cheek, sending heated signals to the rest of my body. I glance down at where my nipples harden as if on command.
“See how good you are?” I whisper, staring at Camden. “You just make me feel sexy. That’s all I want. To feel pretty and special,” I explain as my fingers caress his jaw like he does mine. “Now get naked.”
Camden flashes me a brilliant smile but steps back like a cold-hearted vagina tease. I take a big gulp of the screwdriver while he picks up my shirt and presses it against his lips. Inhaling, he still smiles at me.
“I love your scent.”
“I love yours too,” I mutter, annoyed by how he’s letting my enthusiasm crash and burn.
“If you were still dressed, I’d show you the balcony with the view of Hickory Creek.”
Gulping down more of the drink, I shrug. “Maybe that would interest other chicks, but I don’t care about the view. Other women might be impressed by your money, but I’m only interested in your good looks. And the way you touch me,” I say and sigh. “And the way you say my name. I’m interested in Camden stuff, not the family money stuff.”
Camden studies me, and I see a dent in his calm exterior. “You really don’t care about the money.”
“Why would I? I plan to spend my life living at the trailer park. Don’t need money for that.”
Camden nearly rolls his eyes at my big life plans, but he valiantly restrains the urge. “I want you, Daisy, and not because I have an itch to scratch.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” I say and then chug the rest of the drink. “Now will you get naked?”
“I want to see you naked first,” he says, taking the empty glass before easing into his giant chair. “You’re partway there. Shimmy out of those shorts.”
“Are you trying to kill my good mood?” I ask, crossing my arms.
Camden doesn’t answer. His gaze roams up and down my body, undressing me mentally. I wonder what he sees and if I can live up to his expectations.
“Stop thinking,” he finally says.
“You try to stop thinking and see how easy it is.”
“I don’t think. I just do.”
“Profound,” I sigh, tightening my arms across my chest. “Can’t you at least take off your shirt before I strip down?”
Camden yanks off his shirt in one smooth movement. I bask into the brilliance of this man’s tanned chest and ache to run my fingers through the splash of dark hair.
“Don’t fade out on me,” he teases, leaning back as if watching a football game. “Let’s make this easy for you, babe. Take off your shorts.”
I don’t hesitate. My gaze remains focused on him while I pop the button on my denim shorts. They fall to the ground, and I kick them away.
“Is it your turn now?” I ask, imagining his powerful thighs.
“Nope. I want you to get over your nerves by stripping down.”
My eyes go wide at the thought of being so exposed. “That sounds nerve-wracking. How in the hell is it supposed to help me?”
“Lose the bra and you’ll see.”
“A whole lot of bossy crap if you ask me,” I mutter under my breath.
“What was that?”
Rolling my eyes, I reach back and unsnap my bra. I open my mouth to apologize for not having bigger boobs or being hotter or whatever. The words come out in French, which makes Camden smile since he has no idea what I’m saying.
Despite my cheeks flushed with embarrassment, I focus on getting through the stripping routine so I’ll gain access to his muscular chest.
I toss the bra next to my shorts. “I have breasts,” I announce in English, though the words sound more empowering in my head.
“That you do,” he says in a voice that screams he’s a fan of the view.
Less self-conscious, I grab the sides of my black panties and shimmy them down my legs. Once I’m naked, I put my arms in the air.
“I am officially naked in Camden Rutgers’s house.”
“Fucking A, you are,” he says, standing up.
For a split second, I think he’ll make a run for it. Or pull a prank to punish me for running out on him at the party. My panic passes once logic reminds me how Camden wouldn’t waste time on such a long con.
Camden walks directly to me, cups my face, and plants a hot kiss on my lips. Everything falls away around us. I turn into a puddle of heat, wanting more from him. No longer thinking, I wrap my arms around his neck and enjoy Camden’s command of my body.
He effortlessly lifts me and my legs wrap around his waist. I shudder at how good he tastes. No other man kisses like Camden. No other man does anything like Camden. I don’t care how long this ride lasts. I plan to enjoy the scenery.
Camden carries me somewhere, but I’m blinded to everything beyond our bodies. The feel of my nipples against his coarse chest hairs sends a wave of heat through me, and my hips roll reflexively against his.
Moaning into my mouth, Camden tightens his hold on me. His full lips demand my full attention and I submit to Camden as he rests me on his massive bed.
Rather than feeling exposed, I’ve let down my guard for Camden. He deserves everything he desires, and I will give him anything he asks. I only want more time in the presence of my sexy Viking.
Camden holds my gaze while yanking off his thick black belt, faded blue jeans, and plain white boxers. I can’t help glancing down to where he exposes himself the way I did minutes earlier.
“Red alert,” I mumble, crawling away from him and against the headboard. “Abort mission. Nope, not happening.”
Camden only smiles at my panic. “Your pussy will be ready by the time my cock takes what you’ve saved for me.”
I gape at his massive penis and wonder if I’ll walk normally again once he’s done with me. Can my dream and his dick co-exist?
After taking a deep breath, I slowly exhale. “I like when you say pussy.”
Camden never falters. H
e doesn’t react to my panic. He only stands before me buck naked with too many muscles and too giant of a cock. I realize he’s telling the truth about never thinking. For him, life is something he consumes, dominates, and even wrecks when necessary.
“What do I do?” I ask, crawling back to the end of the bed.
“Nothing,” he says tenderly as his fingers slide hair off my shoulders. “Don’t think or try to be sexy. Just relax and let me do everything. I promise you’ll be happy at the end.”
Reaching up for him, I relax into his embrace. His lips cover mine, and I’m less aware of the massive cock poking at me. Sure, I know it’s there, and I can still feel it mocking me. I suspect I'll either worship or fear his cock by the end of the day. Hell, I’ll likely do both.
Seventeen - Camden
Daisy’s frightened eyes watch my every move. I want to hold her gaze. Yes, I should reassure my girl, but her naked flesh calls out to me. How can I deny its desire for my attentions?
My fingers skim the soft curves of her hips, and a blissful Daisy mercifully closes her eyes. Unlocking my gaze from hers, I focus on the sweet mounds of flesh I’d want to taste for too long.
Daisy’s tits lift and fall with her every breath. My tongue coats her perky pink nipple with my saliva. Daisy’s breathing increases. I glance up to find her eyes still closed. She’s already overwhelmed by the sensations I’ve awakened in her body.
Pressing her soft tits together, I taste one nipple and then the other. Daisy wiggles and moans in French but her eyes remain shut. She softly says my name when I nibble at her left nipple. She simply sighs when I suck at the right one.
My lips suck and nip at her nipples until Daisy whimpers and reaches for her pussy. I follow her fingers and find damp flesh waiting for me.
Her folds are slick with her juices, and the sweet scent makes my mouth water. I want to dive in and devour her. Gripping the sheets, I force my tongue only to lick at where her clit begs for me to taste. Inhaling harshly, I can barely keep my dick from taking control. Her flavor sends me into a fucking trance. I only want more.
Diving deeper, my tongue eagerly savors Daisy’s pussy. I hear her crying out, and she tries to close her legs. My hands keep her thighs open wide. Knowing she’ll only settle down once she comes, I suck at her folds, licking deep into her virginal entrance. Fighting the pleasure, Daisy still begs, but she doesn’t know what she wants or needs. My Bourbon Babe is heady with desire and can’t control her body’s reaction.
Licking widely at her clit, I relish the sounds of Daisy losing control. Her words make no sense. I glance up to see her flushed face in a state of panicked bliss. She’s so close, and I want to watch her come apart.
My gaze focuses on her face, and I suck at her engorged clit. Daisy’s mouth opens as if to cry out. The moan catches in her chest, and a shudder rolls through her luscious body. I watch her struggle against the intensity. Still sucking, I know she’s coming from the rush of juices against my face. Daisy only cries out as the orgasm fades.
“Camden,” she finally says as if returning from the heaven my mouth sent her. “It’s too much.”
“No, you need this,” I say, pressing a finger into her tight hole.
Daisy groans at my probing. Her gaze finds me, and she shakes her head.
“I can’t do this. It’s too much.”
I crawl over her until our lips are an inch apart. “Take what your body craves.”
Kissing her, I slide my cock along her wet slit. I don’t know if she’s ready for me, but I do know I can’t wait any longer. A few more minutes of her flavor on my tongue and I’ll come on her stomach.
“I need to fuck you,” I whisper and lick Daisy’s juices from her lips. “I need to open you up and take what you’ve saved for me.”
“Yes,” she says, even looking terrified. “I’m scared, but yes.”
Kneeling between her legs, I caress her clit with the head of my cock. The tender nub glistens with my pre-cum and her pussy clenches from the pleasure. Positioning the head against her entrance, I fill her only an inch before pausing to enjoy her clenching muscles.
Daisy licks her lips, nearly enticing my balls to let go of their load. I close my eyes to regain control. I want to come deep inside her. Not like this, not until she takes everything I can offer her.
Focused again, I open my eyes and find a wide-eyed Daisy watching me.
“You need to be fucked,” I murmur in a rough voice.
Daisy nods, but I know she’s afraid. I feel her pussy clamping around my cock, wanting to expel me from her body. My dick refuses the rejection. With a small thrust, I gain another inch.
“My Bourbon Babe needs to be fucked,” I growl, reaching forward to tug at her still wet nipples.
“Yes,” she says, and her pussy relaxes enough for me to gain another two inches. “Please,” she whimpers.
“Please fuck you? Is that what you want?”
Daisy doesn’t know what she wants. Hot and soaking wet her pussy both welcomes and rejects me.
“Close your eyes,” I order when her fearful eyes cut through my confidence.
Obeying, Daisy closes her eyes and swallows hard. I thrust slowly into her body, stretching her tight flesh while tugging at her erect nipples.
Her body gives me more until I’m as deep inside as my size can fit. Clenching rhythmically around my cock, her pussy aches to be fucked, and I can’t hold back any longer.
Propping myself over her, I thrust deep and steady. My hips find a rhythm, wanting to prolong the exquisite pressure of her vise-like pussy.
“It’s okay, Camden,” Daisy says, startling me.
Her gaze holds mine, and I understand she wants me to let go.
My hips never hesitate, immediately thrusting forward harder and faster. I need to come inside her and claim what she offers me. No man can ever know this feeling with Daisy.
Grunting at the increased pressure, Daisy watches me in curious horror. I fuck her hard. I’m past going slow. My patience and tender touch are gone. I’m a man unhinged with only fucking on the mind.
I’ve wanted Daisy for too long. Her body already belongs to me, yet now I make it submit. Fucking fast and hard, I expect to come, but my dick begs for more time. I need to enjoy her sucking pussy around my cock. I can’t stop. Not yet. Fuck her harder, faster, more and more until I can’t think.
My orgasm takes me by surprise. I’m in the peak of pain and pleasure when my balls unleashed their load into her waiting body. Daisy’s nails dig into my forearms as I bear down on her, filling her pussy with my cum.
I yell out her name, unable to form any other word. She’s all I see, feel, and know as the orgasm tears through me and somehow infects her. Daisy cries out, sounding terrified by the way her body betrays her. We’re both slaves to our carnal desires at this moment. Coming and coming, we’re like one animal bound together.
I rest over her, still thrusting gently long after my orgasm passes. Daisy watches me horrified. When I think to pull from her, though, she grips my ass to keep me in place. Her pussy sucks approvingly at my cock. Her body and brain’s disconnect is apparent in her expression.
“I can’t stop,” I whisper, reaching between us to squeeze her nipples “I need more.”
“Take more,” she moans. “What are you waiting for?”
Grinning, I cover Daisy’s mouth with mine and devour her moans as I thrust harder into her. Our bodies don’t care about the future or past. They’re uninterested in feelings or heartfelt promises. They only crave more pleasure until they see nothing else.
Eighteen - Daisy
So this is what all the fuss is about. Sex never interested me as much as it did every other girl at school. They were dying to lose their virginities and become women. Somehow, I crawled my way into adulthood with my cherry intact. Deep inside, I assumed sex was likely overrated, and no one was brave enough to admit it.
Okay, so I was wrong.
Camden knows his way around a woman’s
body, but he tells me after our second round how everyone is different. I feel fucking special when he says that. He must sense my annoyance because his lips curl into a smile before finding my nipple and sucking hard enough to make me stupid.
My nipples were never the least bit sensitive until they met the hot mouth belonging to Camden. Even his perfect white teeth make them sing with pleasure. I watch him nibble, lick, and suck at a part of my body I showed so little attention to for my life 24 years on earth. I feel guilty now as if I’ve neglected them. How could I know my nipples wanted love when they gave me the cold shoulder until Camden?
I’m self-conscious about my body for the first ten minutes in bed. Once I manage to fit his massive meat inside me, I am fearless.
Resting on my back, I smile at him.
“I want a shirt saying, ‘I survived Camden Rutgers’s giant dong.’ I think people would respect me more if they saw that. Of course, plenty of women own that shirt.”
Camden stops playing with my canoe feet and exhales hard. “I didn’t want to say anything. I was nervous, I guess. I think you deserve the truth now, though.”
I frown at him, worried until I remember Camden is a sexy bastard who enjoys playing mind games.
“I’ll try to be understanding,” I murmur, nudging him with my foot.
“I’m a virgin. Or at least I was until today. Don’t judge me.”
Laughing behind my hand, I murmur, “I had a feeling.”
“All of those rumors about me were my way of protecting my ego,” he says, earnestly selling his bullshit.
“Of course. Poor, Camden. I’ll keep your secret.”
Grinning, he studies my foot. “Do you ever get manicures?”
“No. Why?”
“You should pamper yourself.”
“Is that your way of saying my feet are disgusting?”
“No. I see my mom pamper herself, and I want you to do the same. You deserve everything.”
“Oh, well, that’s sweet, but I don’t like having my feet touched.” When Camden studies my foot, I grin. “I didn’t say stop.”
“Whatever you want, cherry popper.”
Laughing, I close my eyes as he licks at the bottom my foot. “Why would you even want to do that?”