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Cameron

N ate ushered me into the cabin, locking the door behind us. He turned and looked at me. Beneath his hungry, penetrating gaze, I already felt naked. An anticipatory shiver ran through me.

Without a word, Nate stripped off his T-shirt and tossed it across the room, his eyes never leaving mine.

His tight, rippling muscles shone with sweat from dancing.

Air hissed in and out of my lungs, verging on panicked gasps as he walked closer toward me.

With warm, gentle fingers, he dragged my shirt up my body.

I raised my arms, allowing him to pull it over my head.

The cool air touched my skin, sending gooseflesh along my arms and stomach.

Nate lowered his head to my neck and inhaled deeply. “You smell so fucking good, Cameron. I’ve wanted to tell you that since I met you.”

His fingertips grazed my stomach, and tiny, pleasurable electric shocks burst across my flesh. Pulling back, he looked into my eyes again.

“I want you,” he murmured, kissing the side of my mouth. “Do you want me, Cameron? Tell me if you do.”

My voice trembled with desire when I spoke. “I want you.”

He grinned, then licked his lips again. “I don’t know if I can hold back. Do you understand what I mean?” He dug his fingers into my hips, pulling me closer. “I need to have you, and I won’t be able to be soft and gentle or slow. Not this time. Is that okay? If not, it’s all right. We can wait.”

His words lit a passionate fire within me, and any hesitation I might have felt faded. I returned his grin, then kissed his neck, licking a path up to his earlobe.

“Fuck me, Nate,” I whispered. “I want you.”

That wolfish growl I’d heard before returned, rumbling deep in his chest, vibrating against me. Nate’s hands moved quickly, unbuckling his belt and working on the button and zipper of his jeans.

I made quick work of my own pants, socks, and shoes, casting them aside heedlessly until I stood before him in nothing but a bra and panties. Those were discarded an instant later.

Nate seemed to drink me in with his eyes, a man dying of thirst getting the first sip of cool water. No man had ever looked at me like that.

“Goddamn, you’re beautiful,” he said.

He tucked his thumbs into his underwear and slid it down his legs. When he straightened, his cock stood out rigid before him. I let out a sigh of delight at seeing all of him—every square inch. Soon I’d get to touch him. Feel him. I’d never wanted anything more.

Nate pulled me close and kissed me again. My breasts pressed into his chest, my nipples running across his flesh. I wrapped my fingers around his dick. The thick, throbbing flesh was hot in my hand. Nate moaned into my mouth as I stroked him.

He broke the kiss and looked hungrily at me. “Do you like that cock?” he whispered.

“God, yes,” I muttered, stroking him faster.

He ran a thumb across my lips, barely brushing the skin. “Show me what that pretty little mouth can do.”

Holy fuck , that was hot.

I sank to my knees, desperate to taste him. Wrapping my hand around the base of him, I slid my lips around the head of his cock, moving my head down until the tip of his shaft pressed at the back of my throat.

“Oh my God,” Nate hissed.

I glanced up at him, making eye contact as I sucked and licked him. The look of abject ecstasy on Nate’s face made me wet, and I slid my free hand between my legs and rubbed my clit. I moaned on his cock as warm, aching pleasure coursed through my pussy.

Nate wrapped my hair around his hands and thrust in and out of my lips. Letting him fuck my mouth, I pinched my nipple with one as the other rubbed feverishly at my clit. Any other time, I’d have balked at what he was doing, but it was so damn hot. I continued looking up into his eyes as he moved.

“You feel so good,” he panted.

I let go of my nipple and reached up, cupping and massaging his balls. Pushing my head down further, I swallowed his cock to the base. Nate gasped and moved his hips faster. I wanted him to come, wanted to taste him as he exploded across my tongue. But he had other plans.

He pulled free of my mouth with a slight pop . He dragged me up his body, crashed his lips against mine for a brief moment, then lowered me to the couch. In the next instant, Nate buried his face in my pussy.

I let out an inarticulate groan of delight as my eyes rolled back. Tongue, lips, and fingers slid across me.

“Fuck!” I cried out, digging my fingers into the couch cushion.

Nate raised his head. “Be a good girl and lie there and enjoy it.”

I had no idea why, but those words alone nearly made me come. When he sucked on my clit, I came even closer to exploding. I gasped when he slid a finger inside me, then cursed in surprise as a second joined it. He curled his fingers and hit my G-spot while flicking his tongue over my clit.

“I’m gonna come,” I hissed through gritted teeth.

“That will only be the first time,” Nate murmured against me.

His mouth and fingers moved as if he was reading my mind, knowing when to speed up, when to slow down, and what pressure to use.

Soon, I was on the verge of possibly the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had in my life.

With every flick of his tongue, I floated higher and higher, closer and closer to that precipice of pleasure.

Nate did something with his fingers that made me convulse. Holding my breath, I tensed and clawed at the couch. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed across me. A moment before I thought I would suffocate, I managed to suck in a deep breath, panting as if I’d run a marathon.

“You ready for me, baby?” Nate said, nestling between my legs.

Licking my lips, I gazed up at him, still shaking and trembling. “Fuck me hard, Nate.”

His eyes gleamed, and he gave me that cocky grin I’d come to love. Then he slammed into me. His massive cock stretched and spread me wide until he was fully buried inside me. Another less powerful climax pulsed through me before he’d even begun moving.

“God,” I moaned, digging my nails into his shoulder. “You’re huge.”

“You know how to flatter a guy,” Nate said as he began to thrust into me.

It was like a drum beat deep inside my body, and with each note he struck, another explosion of pleasure rumbled through me.

Nate gripped my breasts, running his thumbs across my nipples as he panted, the muscles of his abs flexing with each stroke.

I bit my lower lip and lifted my hips to meet him with every thrust.

“Make me come again,” I demanded.

Nate cried out and pulled himself free, making me whimper at the loss.

“Fuck,” he growled. “I’m not like this usually. You almost made me come.”

“I want you to,” I said, desperate to have him inside me again.

He leaned down and kissed me. “I don’t want to get ahead of myself. Something about you makes me crazy. We’ve got a long way to go.”

I let out my own growl of desire, almost mimicking his, and sat forward. Pushing him back, I lowered my head before he could pull away and swallowed his cock, tasting myself on him.

Nate gathered my hair away from my face and watched me suck him. When I felt him jerk slightly, I pulled away.

“Bend me over and fuck me.”

I had no idea what had come over me. I’d never been so forceful or aggressive during sex, but something about the way Nate treated me made me want more than I ever had before.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Nate hauled me toward the kitchen table and immediately bent me over it.

The cold wooden surface was a shock against my flushed skin.

A moment later, I felt his tongue inside me again, flicking over my pussy and up to my asshole, then back down.

I had to bite my knuckle to stifle my moans.

When he finally thrust into me, I no longer cared and let out a scream as he began to fuck me.

“You take my cock so well, Cameron. Such a good fucking girl.”

His hips slapped against my ass, and I grinned at the praise he was giving me.

“Harder,” I hissed. “I want it harder.”

He gripped my ass hard and pounded into me. The world vanished, and all I could picture was that gorgeous cock sliding into my pussy, bringing me closer to another earth-shattering orgasm.

When he wound his fingers into my hair and tugged my head back, lifting my chest off the table, I thought I would burst apart.

He pulled at my hair, fucking me harder.

It was so goddamn good. Something about having my hair pulled unleashed an animalistic side of me.

Nate reached around and pinched my nipple, tugging and rolling the tight nub between his fingers.

“Come for me, baby. Come on my cock,” he whispered, tugging my hair a little harder.

“Oh. My. God!” I screamed as I came.

My pussy throbbed as I clenched around his cock. My clit pulsed, sending ripples of pleasure through every inch of me. Nate never slowed, and each new thrust sent another wave over me. Nothing had ever felt so good or so right.

Unable to hold myself up any longer, I collapsed onto the table as Nate took hold of my hips, pulling me toward him while he moved faster.

“You aren’t done yet, are you?” Nate panted, a playful tone in his voice.

Even in the throes of my ecstasy, I managed to look at him over my shoulder.

Rivulets of sweat traced his chest, and I had the strange desire to lick it off him.

Something about this man made me want to throw off all the chains I’d ever had.

For some reason, with him, I felt no shame in anything.

It all felt natural, like I’d had these needs within me all along but it took him to bring them out.

“I want to feel you come in me. Come for me,” I said, lifting my ass in time to his rhythm.

He dropped a kiss between my shoulder blades. “You’re a naughty girl. I’m pleasantly surprised.”

He forced my legs farther apart, spreading me open, and picked up his pace. I rested my forehead on the table, moaning in bliss as I let him have me. Orgasms came like a string of firecrackers, one after another, until I lost count.

Finally, the sound of his quickening breath pulled me from my orgasmic haze. His cock, somehow , grew even harder within me.

“God,” he hissed. “I’m gonna come, baby.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned with each thrust.

With one last savage thrust, Nate cried out, digging his fingers into my shoulders to pull me back onto him. The sensation of his cock twitching and spasming within me was the most amazing thing, and a bizarre pride filled me, knowing I’d given him as much pleasure as he’d given to me.

His thrusts slowed as my body milked every last drop from him. At last, he collapsed onto me, nuzzling my neck. I gasped for breath, my hair soaked in sweat. A pleasant buzz rippled through my body while Nate ran his hands lovingly across my shoulders, back, and ass.

I had no clue what had gotten into me. I’d never been so forceful and demanding during sex.

Maybe it was the safety of knowing Nate wouldn’t be around for long.

No need to worry about the future with him.

I could throw caution to the wind and simply enjoy him while he was here.

No attachment, no awkward dating phase, nothing but hot sex.

Then, when all this was over, Nate would hop on his bike and ride off into the sunset.

Maybe it was easy to let myself succumb to my passions when there was no need to worry about an actual relationship.

“I need a shower,” I mumbled as best I could with my cheek smooshed against the table.

“Same. I’ll go turn it on,” Nate said.

My body trembled and twitched as the post-coital bliss slowly faded away. I was sore in an exquisite way, and I doubted I’d be able to walk tomorrow. But, God, it felt so good.