Wayne and Helen swoon at the story and grab each other’s hand on the table. Helen puts her hand to her heart and fights back a tear. “Oh, that is just the loveliest thing!”
Cameron doesn’t seem too enthused. I can feel his grip on my knee tighten as I lean in and kiss his cheek. Before I can pull away, he turns his mouth to my ear and whispers, “We both know you’re going to pay for that.”
Chapter 12
Cameron
I’m trying to stay focused on the conversation at hand, but the truth is, all I can think about is hauling Samantha back to the guest house so I can have my way with her. I want her on her knees. I want her spread out in front of me begging me to make her cum with tongue. I can’t wait to plunge my cock into her and feel her fully sheathe my length with her warmth and wetness.
I nod and laugh in agreement as she tells the engagement story and gives a detailed overview of our wedding plans. I don’t give a fuck about any of this—all I care about is getting some goddamn relief from this raging hard-on I’m sporting under the table.
I can tell Sam is getting a lot of pleasure by making me uncomfortable with her outlandish stories of me as a lovesick fool. Well, two can play that game. Just as she’s getting to the good part, I lean down to pick up the napkin I’ve dropped under the table and slide my hand up her inner thigh, resting it just below the junction of her legs. She inhales sharply and stumbles with her words.
“You okay, sweetheart? Need some water?” I grab her glass with my other hand as she shoots me a dangerous look that says she’s about to rip my head off. I don’t relent. Instead, I give her thigh a nice squeeze and tell her to finish the story as I plant a soft kiss on her lips.
“Uh, where was I?” She fumbles a bit but picks up the story with the help of Helen.
I can see the pink flush start to creep up her neck and I can’t take it any longer. I slide my hand up until I graze her panties and rub my finger back and forth over her hardened nub. She grips her water glass before chugging it like she’s just finished a marathon. I want to fix my eyes on her and watch her cum, but instead, I ask Wayne to tell us the story of how he and Helen met.
“Forty-four years is very impressive, Wayne, and something I aspire to achieve as well. How did you and Helen meet, if you don’t mind my asking?”
I can see a small bead of sweat forming at Samantha’s temple as she desperately tries to focus on what’s being said. At first, she squeezes my hand between her thighs—trying to get me to stop, but she has since given in. I can feel the dampness growing on her panties as I rub small circles over and over on her clit. I want so badly to push her panties aside and thrust a finger into her just so I can taste her. Suddenly, she jumps out of her seat, nearly knocking over her glass of water.
“I’m so sorry to interrupt, but I desperately need to use the ladies’ room.”
“Oh, of course, dear, let me show you.” Helen walks her out of the room and I turn my attention to Wayne to talk business.
After what feels like forever, we finish up dinner and coffee and manage to discuss some of the upcoming changes that Wayne has planned to implement in his North American grocery store chain. We talk about our plans for tomorrow: I am going to take a tour of one of the facilities here in Georgia with Wayne, and Samantha will spend the afternoon with Helen.
The ladies rejoin us and I glance down at my watch. “Well, it’s getting late and I don’t want to infringe any further on your time. We really appreciate how warmly you’ve welcomed us into your home—and Helen, that dinner was fantastic.”
We make our way back outside and join Jake on the golf cart. The tension between Samantha and me hangs in the air like a fucking lead balloon. I can’t tell if she is going to rip my head off or rip my suit off when we walk through the front door.
“What the actual hell, Cameron?” Rip my head off, it is. I barely get the door closed before she has a finger pointed in my chest.
“That was so not okay! You want to make a good impression with these people and you’re molesting me under the table!”
“Did you cum?” Her ire just turns me on even more. I’m a sick man.
“What?” She drops her finger from my chest.
“I said, ‘Did you cum?’ When you went to the bathroom, did you finish yourself off for me?” I can see the flush come back to her neck as it works its way up her cheeks.
“Seriously?” That’s a yes. I can’t help but smile as I take a step toward her.
“You did, didn’t you? Did you slip your fingers inside yourself?” She huffs loudly and rolls her eyes as she turns to walk away from me. But before she can, I reach out and grab her wrist. I spin her around and pin her against the wall.
“Samantha, answer me. Did you stick those pretty little fingers in your pussy and make yourself cum?” Her mouth pops open but she doesn’t speak. Instead, she just slowly nods her head yes. I can’t resist any longer and slip my hand behind her neck as my lips crash against hers. She doesn’t hesitate in reciprocating as our tongues intertwine. She’s clawing at my suit coat, pushing it down my arms as she kicks off her shoes.
I’m like a starving man at a buffet. I want to kiss every part of her while being inside her and touching her. I want to consume her. My suit coat hits the floor as she works my belt buckle loose, but I grab her hands and pin them above her head as I tear my mouth from hers.
“Look at me.” Her chest heaves with her breathing as her hooded eyes find mine. “I’m not a nice guy, Samantha. I’m not your happily ever after. I want to fuck you until you can’t walk. I want to use you and make you cum in ways you’ve never imagined. I want you begging—screaming my name over and over while I pleasure you. This doesn’t change anything between us. Understand?” She nods her head slowly. I know I sound like a complete piece of shit, but she’s a good woman and I’m not about to break her heart or make her think this is anything more than what it is: fucking.
I release her hands and tell her to go upstairs. I lean down and pick up my suit coat from the floor before following behind her. I don’t waste a second. The moment I enter the bedroom, I’m on her again. I need relief and I need it bad. I feel like my dick is about to rip through my pants at any second.
Unzipping her dress and dragging it down her gorgeous body is torture. I want to cum so bad, but I want to enjoy this moment. I strip her from her bra and panties and lay her back on the bed. Her body looks like heaven in the moonlight that’s breaking through the curtains. I slowly drag my eyes from her lips, and down her taut body. The lines on her stomach are evidence that she puts in hard work to look the way she does. I want to wrap her long thighs around my head and bury my face in her sweet center.
“Spread your legs for me.” She looks hesitant for a moment but slowly opens them a few inches. I want her spread open—wide open—so I can taste and smell her. I grab her ankles and pull them far apart as she gasps. Then I drop to my knees and inhale her delicious scent as I run my nose up her inner thigh.
She lets out a soft whimper as my tongue dances across her clit. Her taste sinks into my tongue and my head is flooded with lust. I don’t hold back. I dive in—lapping at her most intimate parts as I hold her legs apart. I can feel her writhing beneath me as she tries to squeeze her thighs together. She’s pulling at my hair as her back arches off the bed. She’s close, on the edge. I kiss and suck at her nub as I thrust two fingers inside her and find her G-spot. I can feel her juices pooling on my tongue as she relents and lets the pleasure roll through her body. Her legs fall open and her breathing slows, and I stand and look down her body as I remove my own clothing. Her eyes are heavy with desire and her lips are swollen and pouty. She’s ready for me. I quickly grab a condom from my bag and sheathe myself before crawling up her body.
“Let me feel you,” she says as she reaches down between us and grabs my length in her hand. She squeezes me and places the tip of my cock at her entrance. I didn’t think I could get any harder, but watching her long pale pink fingernails
wrapped around my shaft has me ready to explode already.
“Ohhhh fuuuuck, baby, I need to cum so bad. Let me in that tight little pussy of yours.” I begin to rock back and forth, inching in more and more with each thrust. She’s tight—very tight—and I’m a little more than well-endowed. I’ve struggled to get my entire length inside a woman before, but Samantha is like a vise. I don’t want to hurt her, but I’m about two seconds away from blowing my load early like a teenager.
“You’re so tight,” I grunt as I thrust a little more.
“Just fuck me, please.” She’s whimpering and it drives me over the edge. Without thinking, I thrust into her and don’t look back. I pull myself up on my knees and hook her thighs over my arms. I thrust into her over and over, watching her tits bounce every time I impale her.
“Yes! Yesss! Right there, oh, don’t stop!” She fists the sheets in her hands as her back arches and she yells my name. That’s what I fucking want to hear!
Watching the orgasm rip through her body and feeling her squeeze me has me thrusting into her hard one last time before I empty myself into her. I can still feel her pussy milking me of every last drop as I collapse on top of her, burying my face in her neck.
“Did I hurt you?” I turn toward her and smooth the hair from her face.
“A little, but it was worth it. I’m sure I’ll be walking a little cockeyed tomorrow,” she says with a little giggle.
I can’t remember the last time I held a woman after sex, but this feels…good, right even. Her giggle makes my heart do a little flip—something I have no interest in addressing at the moment, so instead I reach between us and cup one of her breasts.
“I didn’t get a chance to play with these beauties yet,” I say before leaning down and covering a nipple with my mouth. A small moan escapes her lips as she pulls my face back up toward her.
“Unless you’re ready for round two, you better cut that out!”
I can feel a smirk spread across my face, “Well, in that case…” I say before leaning back down to continue my exploration of her supple breasts.
The next morning, I wake, shower, and head out before Samantha even wakes. I’m heading to Mr. Smithfield’s corporate office and his largest distribution facility. Part of signing a new contract is due diligence, and I intend to do just that today. Wayne is an honest, hard-working businessman who can respect someone like myself who has also built a firm from the ground up. I like the man. He’s forward and direct and I respect that. I don’t like a client who plays games or is constantly making me work hard to cover up their endless mistakes. Wayne is the kind of client who can not only make my firm endless amounts of steady money, but can open the door for even bigger fish in the future.
I look myself over in the mirror as I button the cuffs of my shirt. Wayne insisted I not wear a suit, as he takes a more casual approach to his standard uniform of dark denim, a button-down navy shirt, and a brown suede fedora.
Before I leave, I stop in the bedroom to admire Samantha as she sleeps. Her long, dark hair falls across the pillow and the sheets are draped seductively over her golden skin. I can see her chest rise and fall as small puffs of air escape her parted lips. She’s gorgeous—probably the hottest woman I’ve ever been with—but she doesn’t act like it. I can feel my dick stiffen as my eyes trail down her body to her exposed thigh hanging out of the blankets. I clench my jaw as I feel myself salivating. I want to taste her again. I check my watch and see that Jake will be picking me up in ten minutes. Without a second thought, I drag the blankets down Samantha’s body, causing her to stir awake. A look of confusion washes over her face. “What are you doing?”
“Having breakfast.” I say as I lower my mouth to the delicious apex of her thighs and set about making her cum—twice before my ride arrives.
“You don’t want me to return the favor?” she says as I brush her hand away from my belt.
“Not right now, sweetheart. My ride is pulling up, but we can certainly request tit-for-tat later.” Before I can think through my actions, I lean down and plant a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll see you at dinner.”
I turn and walk out of the room as confusion settles over me. I don’t know what prompted such an act of endearment. I run my hand gruffly over my face as I step onto the porch and breathe in some fresh air. The last thing I need to do is confuse her. I don’t want to face the fact that it might be me who is becoming confused.
I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t had some doubts lately about the bachelor life. Seeing how happy Vincent and Madeline have been, plus hearing about Griffin and El getting engaged with a baby on the way makes me wonder if that’s a happiness I could ever have. Where I get fucked up though is wondering if the risk is worth the reward: about the time I fall in love, she’ll probably use me for my money or get pregnant and end up resenting me.
I’m shaken from my thoughts when Jake pulls up in the golf cart. “Mornin’, Mr. Styles,” he says with a drawl.
“Morning, Jake.” We speed off toward the main house and jump in Wayne’s blue Ford F-350.
I know how important the Smithfield account is to my firm, and as much I’m trying to remain engaged during the meetings and tours, my mind keeps wandering back to Samantha. I want to send her a message to see how she’s doing. I fidget with my phone in my pocket over and over, trying to summon the courage to text her.
What would I even say? Just ask her how she’s doing and how her day is going, I tell myself. Weirdly, the words “I miss you” pop into my brain for a brief moment. I ignore the temptation and focus my attention back on the conversation at hand.
As we wrap up our day and prepare to head back to the house, I excuse myself to the restroom and pull out my phone to text her.
Hey, we’re heading back to the house soon for dinner. Wayne said two of his sons will be there tonight and we’ll be having a cookout. We have some time to rest and get ready though, so no rush.
I can see three dots appear after I send the text, signaling she’s responding.
Hey! Thanks for the heads-up. I just got back to the guest house after spending the day with Helen. I’m going to take a quick shower and give El a call. Kind of weird not being with you today. See you soon!
Her message is sincere and genuine; why can’t I be that way with her? Why can’t I just tell her that I missed hanging out with her today? I type out that I missed hanging out with her and my thumb hovers over the SEND button, but instead, I erase the message and type out something more my style—something that won’t confuse her about our relationship.
Mmm, you in the shower, huh? Get that body nice and clean for daddy, though I’m just going to make sure you’re filthy again as soon as I walk in that door. I hope you’re ready to return the favor from this morning, because I’ve been dying to see those plump lips of yours wrapped around my thick cock.
As much as I hated myself for sending that message, I can’t deny I’m loving the consequences. Looking down and seeing Samantha on her knees in her bra and panties waiting to take me in her mouth is a fucking fantasy. She brings out such confusing feelings in me. I want to mark her, to use her, and to make her mine while caring for her and seeing to her needs. A deep groan escapes my lips as she takes me into the back of her throat. I’m so screwed. I look down at her big blue eyes and tell her exactly how she makes me feel. I can’t hold back the filthy things that come to my mind when I look at her.
“That’s right, sweetheart, suck that cock like you mean it. Make me cum down your throat. Mmm, let me give you dessert before we even get to dinner, baby.”
Chapter 13
Samantha
“I’ll have a bratwurst, please,” I say to Wayne as he asks me what I’ll have from the grill. The evening has been pleasant. Wayne’s sons, Richard and Thomas, have come by with their families and we’ve been hearing funny stories about their childhood. I glance over at Cam as he makes small talk with Helen about her grandkids. She’s flipping through about fifty photos and he’s smiling
along with her and asking questions. It’s cute to see him so engaged and somewhat disarmed in a casual setting. He looks up and catches me staring, shooting me a small wink. Those damn butterflies are back in my stomach.
I feel my phone buzz in my pocket and pull it out to see Dr. McSexy’s name on the caller ID. “Shit,” I say to myself. I casually excuse myself and step into the house to take the call. I can see Cameron’s eyes on me as I walk away from the crowd.
“Hello?” I say in a half-whisper.
“Hey Samantha! It—It’s Kenneth…from work? Dr. Ken?”
“Hey, Dr. Ken, how’s it going?” I glance over my shoulder to make sure no one can hear me.
“Well, I haven’t seen you at work lately and I know we never got a chance to catch up after our failed er…uh…get-together?” It’s a little cute that he’s stumbling over what to call it.
“Yeah, so sorry. I actually took some time off. Just a few days. I’m in Georgia for a bit of an unexpected thing, but I’ll be back to work on Saturday.” I feel like shit lying to the man. I really do like him; he’s one of the good ones. He’s the kind you can count on—the marrying kind.
“Oh, my bad, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt your vacation. I guess I’ll see you Saturday and we can talk about that…date?” His inflection goes up as if he’s hopeful. I can’t help but giggle a little.
“Yes, that sounds great. Sorry I just kind of fell off the face of the earth after canceling on you last week. I look forward to seeing you and talking about our date.” I make sure to emphasize the last word so he isn’t confused. I hang up with a big grin on my face and turn around to see Cameron leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded across his chest.
“Who’s Dr. Ken?” His face is stoic, giving away no emotion.
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