Once protected, Cam gripped her ass in his hands and brought her impossibly closer. She slid up his cock, then down, taking him completely in one smooth motion, and he was lost. “God, woman.”
She tightened her thighs around his legs and squeezed, holding her breath, letting him feel her body pulse against his cock. She exhaled against his lips, sliding 3
her tongue inside, and he crushed her in his arms. He wasn't sure whom the moan came from, him or her, but the way her pussy sucked at him and the way she started to ride… She was touching the edge of every sexual fantasy he'd ever had.
Her desire for him was real, and that tossed his emotions into a whirlwind.
She didn't care about anything else like she'd said: she just wanted him, wanted to indulge herself in him, and he was more than willing to let her burn him alive.
She slid her hands to his head, and pressed the pads of her fingers pressed into his skull as she undulated on his lap, his cock sliding in and out of her. Her nipples scraped his chest, and her breath in his mouth was screaming hot. There wasn't a part of her that wasn't touching a part of him, and he held on as she contracted, shuddered in his arms, and whispered his name against his mouth.
“Damn,” he whispered, once again digging his fingers into her ass and shoving his tongue between her teeth, taking her as hard as she took him. He knew the grunts and groans were his this time. His hips pistoned up into her, and the bench bounced against the wall. The harder he fucked her, the more he wanted it to last forever. He didn't want to come but knew he wasn't going to be able to stop it. She was too hot around him, too tight, too wet.
“Look at me, Lily.” He ground out the words through clenched teeth when he wrenched his mouth from hers. Her sweet, soft gaze lifted. His balls drew up, cum filled the condom, and his heartbeat echoed in his ears. All the while, his eyes never left hers. An invisible tether held them together, locked. In a split second, life as he knew it was over. Love at first sight. That's what it had been at the signing. He hadn't put a name to it before because he hadn't known then what it was. Now he did. He was in love with her, crazy about her, and he was going make her his.
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Lily looked up at him from across the table where they sat eating reheated steaks and potatoes. She swallowed and wiped her lips with the napkin in her hand.
For some reason she suddenly felt naked, exposed, even though she wore one of his 31
T-shirts. It covered her down to lower than midthigh, yet he sat there in nothing more than the jeans he'd had on earlier.
He was even hotter to her now that she'd had him. Now that he'd had her. It had been an equal taking, maybe started by her, but finished by him. She wanted him again. Right now. On the table. She couldn't care less about the food. He was all she wanted to feast on.
And he was asking her about her life in Florida. Her normal, everyday, non-race-car-driver-fucking life. The two worlds couldn't be further apart.
“I do a few things. I'm a music teacher, an instrument technician, a flautist in a chamber group, and a substitute teacher from time to time at one of the high schools.”
“Really? Wow. A jane-of-all-trades, so to speak. I'd love to hear you play sometime. Did you bring it with you? Your flute?”
Was he serious? He wanted to hear her play? He was a twenty-five-year-old life-in-the fast-lane—literally—type of guy. Why on earth would he want to listen to her play chamber music? “Yes.”
“That's awesome. I've never met a flute player before. Do you like Florida?”
“It's all right.” She shrugged. “I grew up there. I haven't traveled much, so…”
She let her words fall off because there really was no comparison between her quiet little life and his not-so-quiet and not-so-little life.
“We'll change that.” His words were matter-of-fact as he shoved a forkful of steak into his mouth. “I'll take you around the country with me. We'll have a blast.
When we get out to California, I'll take you to see my parents. They'll love you. Last year when I went home for the race, a few of the race teams got together and had a huge picnic and contest with kids' charities. From those, we chose winners to come and hang out with us.”
“Your parents? Me traveling with you? I think you waited too long to eat tonight.”
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“Why? I told you this is real, Lily. I want you. Period.” He shoved his plate away and stood. “I'm going to have you too.” The predatory look in his eyes had her up out of her chair and backing away. “You can't run from me. I'm going to catch you. When I want something, I go after it. I don't sit around waiting.”
“Y-you're too young, Cam.”
He lifted a brow and smirked. “My age again?”
Lily swallowed. Hard. Then licked her lips. “Fine, then. If not yours, mine. I'm too old.”
“Bullshit.”
He rounded the corner, and Lily had to turn her head to the side a little to see where the other corner was. His stride was so long, she wouldn't make it going backward. Damn. If he caught her, touched her, she would attack him again. He felt too good inside her. Her body wanted him. Other parts of her wanted him too, but she wasn't ready to acknowledge those yet.
“We fit good, Lily. You're soft curves, and I'm hard planes. You're gentle, and I'm rough. I'm not letting you deny me or yourself. You want it too.”
He reached out and snagged her fingers, pulling her to a stop. He caught her when she was within reach and tugged her close him. His cock was hard against her belly, and he slid his hand into her hair, pulling until her head tilted back. He captured her breath with his mouth.
His other hand dropped to her ass and forced her legs apart from behind. He pulled her up tight until she was standing on tiptoes, then cupped her pussy. The shirt she wore offered her no protection. “You're so hot here.” He emphasized “here”
with a squeeze that made her moan, then slid a long finger inside her. “And you're so damned tight and soaking wet. I want you choking my dick with this pussy every goddamned day.”
“Cam…”
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He let go of her and stripped off her shirt. “My bedroom is up the stairs and to the left. I'll give you a head start. For every second between the time you get to my room and into my bed before I get there, I'm going to spank you.”
Lily's eyes widened. He was going to spank her for beating him to his room?
Wait. He was going to spank her? She'd never been spanked before, had never even thought about it, but as she looked down at his hands, which she found so sexy, she suddenly had a desire feel them smack her ass.
As quickly as the doubts showed up when she was with him, he rapidly chased them all away. Now all she wanted to do was have him chase her up the stairs and fall on her. Age and other issues floated to the back of her mind.
“A head start?” She was naked, and she didn't care. A part of her was blossoming right in front of him. Did he realize it? She certainly did and loved the feeling. It was freeing, like getting rid of invisible shackles she hadn't known were there holding her down. Cam seemed to be the catalyst she'd needed to see that another Lily lived inside her—a bold, brazen, sexual Lily.
He stood stock-still, his hands on his hips. “Yes.”
“How much of one?” She started edging away, sidestepping him.
“Five seconds. But you do realize that is an automatic five swats.”
More wetness pooled between her thighs, and she suddenly wished she knew something about being spanked for pleasure. She'd heard about it, read about it in a few of the romance books Alli had lining her bookshelves, but Lily had never really paid much attention to those passages. “Yes.”
“Oh baby, you're gonna be so much fun. Ready?” She nodded. “Set?” She stepped to the edge of the breakfast room. “Go.”
And she took off, jogging through the house to the stairs at the front. Jogging for a full-figured, size-18-sometimes, size-16-other-times girl wasn't always the prettiest sight, but something about Cam and the way he was with her didn't make her feel uncomfortable or self-conscious about her size. He treated her like she was beautiful, sexy.
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She reached the top of the landing and paused. He was at the foot of the staircase watching her. He stepped onto the first step, and she turned to the left, and opened the door at the end of the hall.
His room was furnished just like the rest of the house—sparsely. The king-size bed dominated one wall between two windows, and she made a beeline for it, then crawled into the middle and burrowed under the sheets. They smelled like him: cologne and musk and his own unique scent that was young, fresh, and so damned sexy.
“Damn, I like seeing you in my bed. How many do you think you're gonna get?”
She felt her cheeks heat. “Including the five?”
He nodded and stepped into the room, undoing his jeans as he got closer to the bed. He pulled his cock out but left his jeans on, and she could have creamed right then. He was her fantasy.
“Ten?”
“Try again.” He pulled the sheet from her body and tweaked her nipples before flipping her over. “On your hands and knees.”
With a shiver of anticipation, Lily complied. He caressed the sensitive skin of her ass, the tender flesh of her thighs and hips. She moaned and wiggled a little, silently begging for more of his touch. Her blood was boiling. She couldn't get enough of him. “How many, Lily?”
“F-fifteen?”
“Almost. Twenty. You get twenty.”
Oh God.
Long fingers slid from her anus to her pussy and back again, dragging wetness. One flicked at her clit and one dipped inside her. Her arms were trembling as she tried to hold herself up, but they gave out when he pressed the finger that had been inside her sex against the opening of her ass. He did nothing more than 35
tease her, but it was enough. Her clit tingled, and her feet flexed. She came with her head buried in the center of his bed, gasping out his name.
“Beautiful,” he whispered. Cam wiped her cum across her ass cheeks. “Have you ever been spanked?”
Her reply was a muffled “no” as she lifted her head, taking in a breath of cool air.
“Just relax. That's part of why I gave you an orgasm. Breathe through the stinging and don't tense up. You'll love it. I promise. You've got an ass just made for spanking, Lily, so round and full.” One more caress of his palms over her skin, then Cam landed a swat dead center.
Pink and heat collided on her skin and sent shivers through him. He'd always loved a little light spanking play with his girlfriends, but Lily's ass… He landed a swat on the other cheek, and his cock hardened painfully.
The way her back arched in a graceful curve, the way her paleness immediately darkened with his handprint, the way her flesh quivered—he'd never been with anyone like her. “How many was that, Lily?”
“Two.”
Her voice was breathless, and he'd hardly gotten started. With a hand on the small of her back, Cam lifted his other one and in rapid succession spanked her cheeks with alternating blows. His palm hovered over her. The heat radiating off her flesh nearly undid him, and she moaned when he leaned down to lick at her tender skin. She parted her legs a few inches more, pushing her ass toward him. He wondered if she even realized she was doing it. The scent of her sex drifted up to him and when he lightly touched her pussy, grazed her with his fingers, her hips bucked, and she let out a keening cry.
He dropped his mouth to her and licked at her juices. She pressed down on his tongue and rode the tip until her body stiffened. He slipped it inside her just as the 3
spasms rocked her. Her muscles gripped his tongue as he ate at her core, suckling softly until she calmed.
Her thighs trembled against his head as he pulled back. Sliding his hands up her sides, he wrapped them around her waist and turned her over to crawl on top of her body and kiss her. Her legs automatically hugged his hips, her pelvis arched up, seeking his cock, and his cock happily obliged to be found. He was inside her in one swift motion, pounding her cunt without mercy. She clutched him, held him, kept her lips and eyes locked with his.
He'd never fucked so relentlessly before. The combination of the spanking and her sexual reaction to it, the taste of her orgasm on his tongue and the sharing of it with her, the feel of her slippery pussy on his bare cock all pushed him headfirst over the edge of his own bliss. He pulled out, coming on her belly, kissing her as his body jerked through release.
Yes, the woman was going to be the death of him.
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Lily opened her eyes slowly and glanced over at the clock: barely six in the morning. She had no idea what time they'd finally gone to sleep, but she was wide awake and hungry for him again, and she thought about turning over and sneaking down between his legs to taste him, but the arm around her waist tightened. Cam was awake.
Part of her wanted to groan in mortification at the way she'd attacked him before they'd barely been inside his front door. Then at the wanton, shameless way she'd spread her legs for him, loved the spanking he'd given her. The other part of her wanted to roll over and crawl on top of his body and screw him until they both went back to sleep, too exhausted to move.
His lips nuzzled her neck, his teeth nipped at her ear, and her heart skipped a beat.
She lived a simple, uncomplicated, and organized life. It was how she functioned best.
And yet now she ached everywhere, was burning up from the inside out, and she longed for more. She wanted to be fucked into oblivion and then fucked again.
She wanted Cam Carter. She wanted everything about him, everything he was, everything he ever would be. She wanted the man who very few ever saw, who let his guard down with her and smiled easily, genuinely, whose very touch could be both gentle and arousingly rough, and his eyes… She couldn't get enough of his eyes.