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I growled, both my hands on her waist, lifting her and setting her on the table. My lips mashed against hers as I unzipped her jacket. She purred in my mouth, pushing me off.
The pink flesh of her chest and the pebbling nipples called to me. I slid her forward and spread between her thighs as I pushed into her. She moaned as she felt my hard-on.
“Tell me you want me as much as I want you?” I demanded.
“I don’t.”
I ate her tits with my stare. “Nipples don’t lie, Cammie. Or are you just cold?”
“You’re an asshole.”
I cupped her tits and squeezed hard. My cock, achingly hard, throbbed in need.
She pushed my hands away. “Stop touching me.”
“Your heart is racing. Your breath is catching. Is it out of fear or love?”
Her jaws hardened as did her stare.
I unzipped my jeans and pushed inside her. She was so slick the whole tip went in. “Fear or love, Cammie?”
When she didn’t answer, I pushed my shaft to the middle of my Jacob’s Ladder inside her wet pussy, and asked again.
“Fuck you, Dusty.”
“Fuck you, Cameron.” I went all in, fisting her hair, and slammed into her, taking what was mine, what she thought she could deny me. “Answer me.” I asked between thrusts. “Fear or love?” My cock throbbed inside her, the feeling of her wetness I’d been missing for weeks so fucking good. “Answer me, goddammit.”
“I’m not afraid of you,” she moaned.
I smiled against my will and kissed her again.
“Stop. Touching. Me.”
Fury returned to burn me. She wouldn’t let me have a nice moment with her. “Don’t ever tell me to stop touching you. You’re mine. No matter what happens in this fucking world, no matter how much you love or hate me, you’re mine. In here, you’re my fucking property. I’ll fuck you when I want wherever I want.”
“Stop it!”
“Why?! If I just thrust one more time inside, you’ll cover me with cum. So why the fuck don’t you want me to touch you?”
“I want you, Dusty. I just…”
“You just can’t look at my fucking face while I’m near you.” I finished for her, a thousand blades slicing at my heart. “You want to look at my fucking Road Captain instead.”
“What?!”
“Don’t even think about lying. I see the way he looks at you.” I kicked the table leg. “I’ll kill him right in front of you before he even thinks about touching you.”
Her jaw hung low. “I met the guy thirty minutes ago. Right before you came in. Don’t get crazy.”
“It’s you and your fucking blindfold that’s driving me crazy,” I said under my breath. “Why can’t you look in my eyes when I…”
The words got stuck in my throat. My eyes narrowed with suspicion, and then with realization. I froze in place, a rock stuck in my throat. “Jesus, baby.”
Her eyes glistened. “I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to hurt you,” she said. “I just need time.”
I squeezed her shoulder as I pulled out, my head down, my engorged cock angry at me, a dull pain weighing down on me.
“Dusty—”