Chapter 10 Savannah
TEN
SAVANNAH
I scramble to undo the buttons of his shirt, fingers trembling. I need to feel his skin. Need to see every inch of him.
Camden smiles against my mouth, a breathy laugh escaping him. “Need something, baby girl?”
Sitting back, I assess the gorgeous man beneath me. And he’s exactly that. All man. Older, harder, sexier than anyone I’ve ever been with.
I’m determined to enjoy every second I have with him. I’m not foolish enough to believe I’ll get a repeat of tonight.
“Strip,” I order.
“As you wish.” He grasps his shirt with both hands and yanks, ripping the buttons clean off, his grin wicked.
As the buttons scatter, tapping the hardwood floor, I drink him in, surveying the tan skin covered in dark ink.
Dozens of beautiful designs tattooed over defined muscle.
Even lying down, without any effort at all, the man has a fucking eight-pack. An eight-pack.
Having never seen one in real life, I drag my nails over every ridge, memorizing detail after detail of the gorgeous man beneath me.
He’s quiet, allowing me to take my fill.
“God, is there anywhere that isn’t tattooed?” I drag my fingers down his stomach, tugging at his waistband.
“Go ahead, baby girl. Take Daddy’s cock out”—he nods at his lap—“and find out.”
I practically combust on the spot. Never in my life have I had the urge to call someone Daddy, and if another man called himself that, fuck no. I’d be dressed and out the door in under a minute.
But Camden Snow…Camden Snow could incinerate my nonexistent panties with just a look. When he calls me baby girl, I flush with heat. My core throbs and I’m coated in my own arousal.
“Are you telling me that your dick is decorated?”
“I’m telling you to take my fucking cock out,” he says, an edge to his tone.
I whimper at the command, catching my lip between my teeth to hold myself together.
He hums in approval. “Now be a good girl and listen.”
Shifting back, I fumble with his belt and zipper, my hands full-on shaking now.
He laces his fingers behind his head and watches me, his ripped shirt hanging open.
When I finally get his pants undone and tug on them, he lifts his hips, helping me fulfill his demand.
And when I peel his tight black boxer briefs down and discover what’s hidden beneath, my mouth waters.
“Holy fuck.”
Camden’s chest rumbles with a pleased hum. “Like what you see?”
I run my finger over the dark, throbbing vein that runs up the underside of his shaft and relish the way it bobs in response, then lean in closer to study the elaborate piercings that are surrounded by the most glorious design.
“What is it?”
“A king’s crown, a Jacob’s ladder, and, of course, the clit stimulator.” He smirks, still resting back, so damn proud of himself.
I eye the ring that runs through the ridge at his crown and the series of barbells along his shaft, as well as the one where the largest cock I’ve ever seen meets his pubic bone.
“And the tattoo?” I ask, studying the swirling black design snaking up the bottom of his shaft.
He huffs a laugh. “Looked fucking cool.”
Heart pounding and excitement coursing through me, I smile up at him. “It does.”
“Will look even better inside you, baby girl.”
I roll my teeth over my lip again, a bout of nerves fluttering through me. I’ve never been with a man with one piercing, let alone seven. It’s a bit intimidating. And that’s before I take his size into account.
He’s going to destroy me.
“Don’t worry, we’ll go slow.” He sits up and wraps his arms around me, pulling me close. His warm lips fuse with mine, coaxing me into relaxing.
I push his tattered shirt over his shoulders, and he tugs mine over my head. Then I’m straddling him, both of us completely naked.
“There is not another woman on this planet as perfect as you.” He caresses my tits, swirling his fingers around my nipples, plucking and groping.
My breasts are so heavy and so sensitive already. There’s no way he won’t be the death of me. Head dropped back, I roll my hips, moving seductively atop him just like the dancer did on me.
“Did you like how she felt?” he asks.
My core tightens at the memory. “You know I did.”
I’m not shy when it comes to my sexuality. I find both men and women sexy, but this man? Everyone I’ve ever been with pales in comparison.
“That’s it, baby girl. Roll that hot pussy all over me. Get me nice and wet.”
Each metal rung of his piercings teases my clit as I gyrate over him. When he flicks my nipple with his tongue, liquid gushes between my thighs.
He hums in approval. “Fuck yes, baby girl. Squirt all over me. I wanna lick up every drop and then fuck you until every person in this house knows whose slut you are.”
I whine. I’m a hussy for a dirty mouth, but call me a whore, and I’m on my knees in a second.
I’m sure a psychologist would have a field day with my brain, but I’d rather play with Camden Snow.
“You like that, baby girl? You like being Daddy’s little whore?”
He clutches my hips, bringing my clit down on that pubic piercing, and bites down on my nipple and tugs. With a single thrust, he causes spots to dance in my vision. And with two more, along with those deliciously dirty words, I fall apart, coming hard, a scream ripping from my throat.
I’m still pulsing around absolutely nothing when he flips me onto my back and slides down my body until his shoulders are wedged between my thighs.
“Look at you, spasming for me.” He peers up at me, blue eyes blazing. “You’re aching, aren’t you, baby girl? Need Daddy to kiss it better?”
I nod violently. Fuck yes. I need his mouth on me more than I need my next breath.
Holding my gaze, he lowers his face and presses the lightest of kisses against me.
My legs quiver beneath his touch, the heat in my core once again burning hot.
“Don’t you dare close those eyes.” His words have barely registered when his tongue meets my sex and he licks inside me. “Fuck, you taste so good.”
Groaning, he covers me completely with his mouth, sucking and licking like he can’t get enough.
I writhe beneath him, entranced by not only the feel of him, but by his sounds and the pure desire bleeding from him. He closes his eyes, wearing a look of pure ecstasy, like he’s enjoying every second of this.
With a shaky exhale, I drop my head back. Holy shit. I don’t know that I’ll survive this.
The first slap takes me by surprise. A sharp, pleasurable pain.
I whip my head up, catching the moment he smacks my clit a second time.
“Did I say you could close your eyes?”
“N-no,” I stammer, squirming beneath him. Not because I want to escape the pain, but because I want him to do it again.
“Look at you gushing for me. You love what I’m doing, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Please don’t stop.”
The smirk he gives me is almost evil. With a hand hovering above my aching center, he stares me down. “Are you going to keep those eyes open for me?”
I nod.
“Don’t make me punish you again. You won’t like what I do next time.” He spears me with two fingers and thrusts violently. I jolt upward, unprepared for the roughness, but within seconds, I’m moaning and chasing my second orgasm.
“Squirt for me, baby girl. Feed Daddy, and then I’ll give you my cock.”
I explode. It’s not rational. Every time he says that word, though—Daddy—I gush. He clamps down on that bundle of nerves and sucks until the spots in my vision overlap and I nearly black out.
The orgasm flows through me, like fire rolling through my veins. I’m burning alive and in need of more.
“Please,” I beg, literal tears streaming down my face.
Camden crawls up my body and kisses my chin, then my cheek. Then he presses his mouth to mine. “Shh, baby girl, I got you. I’m going to give you everything you need.”
The softness of his tone makes me gooey and more emotional. I claw at him, grabbing his hips, trying with all my strength to maneuver him so he’s exactly where I need him.
“No,” he growls.
Head dropped back, I pout.
“Not without a condom.” He sits up on his knees. “You need to be safer. You should be asking questions. We should have a conversation first, talk about whether you’re on birth control. Whether either of us has been tested. Don’t just spread these legs for me like a little slut.”
I whimper. Fuck. He’s right. And I’m never this reckless. It’s wild, what he does to me.
He backs away and digs a condom out of his nightstand. He’s already rolling it on when he settles between my thighs again.
“Will it be safe with all those piercings?” I ask, a little of my good sense returning to me.
His lips tick up into a grin. “Good girl. That’s a good question.” He notches himself at my entrance, nudging in just a fraction. He pulls back out and does it again. And again.
I whimper in earnest.
“Yes, it’s safe. It shouldn’t rip. But if it does, I’m safe. I can pull up my test results on my phone if you want.”
I shake my head, though in the back of my mind, a thought blooms. How much sex does this man have to so readily have that information available? The question should freak me out. Instead, I like that he’s a man who knows what he wants.
And what he wants is me.
“Birth control?” He arches a brow.
“I’m on the shot.”
He tucks his chin and focuses on where we meet, sliding in a little deeper, then pulling back again. “For now.” The words barely register before he’s pushing inside for real, pulling a moan from deep in my throat.