Chapter 11 Camden
ELEVEN
CAMDEN
Savannah squeezes me like a fucking vise as I push inside her.
“Breathe, baby girl.”
With the smallest of nods, she sucks in one breath, then another. On the third, I bury myself to the hilt, groaning as I find my new home.
I’m a forty-six-year-old man. I’ve had more than my fair share of sexual encounters, but nothing, and I mean not a goddamn thing, has ever felt this good.
Maybe it’s the heat of her. Or how tight she is. Or maybe it’s the whimpers that slip from her throat or the way she scratches at my skin, searching for purchase before I even start truly fucking her.
It’s definitely her tits and the way they jiggle with the tiniest of thrusts. Those pink pebbled nipples that make my mouth water. They’re magnificent. I can’t wait for her to ride me so they can hit me in the face.
It’s absolutely the color of her hair and how wild it is splayed out on my pillow around her head. And those damn green eyes. The way they watch me, seeking approval.
Though each detail is enough on its own to send my heart rate up another notch, on anyone else, they’d be ordinary. It’s her. I don’t understand it, but I’m old enough to know there’s no point in trying.
Instead, I lean down and press my mouth to hers, moaning and biting and licking and sucking, enjoying the hell out of every second she’s in my bed.
Working myself in and out of her, ensuring my piercings hit all the right places.
I use my hands, stimulating that sensitive clit and lavishing her breasts until she comes over and over again.
I flip her over and fuck her from behind.
Spank her ass. Lick her hole. Make her scream.
I fuck her in every position. Only when she’s exhausted and completely wrung out do I force her to her knees, pull the condom off, and fuck her throat.
She’s a dream, a goddamn sexual goddess. She keeps her eyes locked on mine and plays with my balls. She hollows out her cheeks and slips her finger in my asshole. Her teary eyes flash with triumph when I wrap her hair around my fist and come down her throat.
I black out from the pleasure, collapsing on the mattress with a groan.
I’m still trying to formulate words when she stumbles back from the bathroom, naked and fucking perfect.
When she bends over and picks something up off the floor, I sit up. “What are you doing?”
Over her shoulder, she hits me with a saucy wink. “Calling my friends. They’ve texted a hundred times asking where I am.”
She turns back, and then a ringing sound echoes through my bedroom. She drops the device onto the bed and plucks her dress off the floor.
“Hello, hussy. Where the hell did you disappear to?” a woman says in greeting.
Laughing, she peers over at me. “Just finishing up. You gals ready to leave?”
I snatch the phone before her friend can respond. “Hello?”
“Um, hello?” she responds.
“Who is this?”
“Addie.” The word is drawn out and full of confusion. “Uncle Cam, is that you?”
Savannah cackles as I slap my hand to my face and groan. “Yup.”
“Okay,” she says awkwardly.
Accepting that the damage has already been done, I jump in with both feet. “Savannah’s not going to need a ride. She’ll see you girls tomorrow.”
At the foot of the bed, Savannah’s mouth falls open.
Addie, on the other hand, giggles. “Okay, Uncle Cam. Take care of our girl.”
I pull the phone away from my ear, and as I hit the End button, Savannah lunges for it.
“Wait!” she yells, but it’s too late. “What are you doing?” she asks, her tone suddenly irritated as she snatches the phone from me.
I level her with a stern glare and hold out my hand. “Give me your phone.”
I’ve lost all damn sense when it comes to her, but there’s no turning back.
With a frown, she obeys. She’s still naked, and though her dress is draped over the mattress in front of her, she makes no move to put it on.
I type in my number and save it to her contacts under just one name. Daddy. Then I call myself.
“What are you doing?” she asks again.
Focus fixed on her, drinking in her naked form, I leave myself a message. “Hi, Daddy, it’s baby girl. I’ve just had the best sex of my life and I want to see you again. Tell Daddy hi,” I say, holding the phone in her direction.
She snorts and rolls her eyes, but then in the sexiest rasp, she says, “Hi, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” I end the call and toss the device onto the floor. “Now get back in bed. There’s no fucking way I’m done with you yet.”
She glances at the door and then at her phone.
“Savannah,” I warn.
Cheeks pink and eyes bright, she launches herself at me with a squeal.
Yeah, that’s what I thought. This girl is mine, and I don’t plan on ever letting her fucking go.