Chapter 38
THIRTY-EIGHT
SAVANNAH
I pad around upstairs, going from room to room, a big smile on my face. How is this really my home? I’ve never had a home before. Not a real one. Not one where I was loved and wanted. Where I didn’t have to be quiet or hide my things.
Camden already cleared out half his closet, and it’s now filled with my stuff. We ate pizza in the closet while I unpacked, the cardboard box open between us. A bottle of wine and two glasses now sit empty on the shelf. I’m properly tipsy and excited for our first night in our home together.
Our home.
Giddy, I tighten my robe and head down the stairs.
Camden disappeared a few minutes ago to open the hot tub, so I head out back.
The view is just as gorgeous as it was that first night.
It’s wild to think about how much has changed since then.
It’s only been two months, but already the man I thought was nothing more than a playboy—my future one-night stand—is now the love of my life.
The sky is an inky black lit by a smattering of stars and the moon hangs low over the city.
The sound of the hot tub bubbling doesn’t quite drown out the sounds of the ocean thrashing against the retaining wall.
And it’s snowing. Big, fat glistening flakes fall from the sky.
God, this place is gorgeous. And it’s only made better when I find Camden seated in the hot tub, a cocky smirk on his face, eyes alight with promises of all sorts of dirty, naughty things.
“It’s official. This is my favorite spot in the house,” I tell him as I saunter closer.
“It’ll be mine too once you take off that robe and let me see what’s mine.”
My stomach tightens, delicious heat rushing through me.
Still, I brace myself for the cold as I kick off my slippers and step onto the stairs leading to the hot tub.
When I’m at the edge, I finally slip the robe off and place it on the side table.
A table, I notice, with a heater on top of it to keep our towels, and now my robe, warm.
The man thinks of everything.
I’ve barely sunken beneath the surface when Camden is gripping my foot and tugging me through the water and into his lap. “New rule.”
I raise a brow.
“When we’re at home, I need to be touching you at all times.”
“Only when we’re at home?” I tease.
He wraps a hand around my neck, rubbing a thumb against the center of my throat. “You’re right, I shouldn’t restrict us like that. I want my cock buried right here at all times.” He presses against my windpipe.
My pussy flutters with delicious excitement. “Promises, promises,” I taunt.
Camden slams his mouth to mine, licking at my lips and then sucking on my tongue, holding me hostage as he grinds up into me. He tugs my top off one of my breasts and squeezes my nipple tight.
I yelp, yet the sound doesn’t leave my throat because he still has my tongue.
With the restricted breath, my vision blurs and I sway. Camden catches me immediately, releasing my neck and my tongue and pulling me to his chest, cradling me.
“My pretty brat,” he murmurs as he strokes my back.
With desperate movements, I reach for the waistline of his trunks. Fuck. I want his cock buried deep inside me right this very minute.
Rather than lift his hips and help me, he tuts, like he’s disappointed.
At the sound, I clench around absolutely nothing. I love when he treats me like a naughty girl who needs to be set straight.
“You know what I’ve always wanted?” he asks as he arches back and picks up an open bottle of champagne from an ice bucket just outside the tub.
Unsurprisingly, it’s Dom. The bottle he bought on the way home to celebrate.
“What?” I ask, distracted by my need for him.
“To drink champagne from your pussy.”
I snort. “Really?”
With a nod, he flicks a finger toward the edge of the tub. “Up.”
“What?”
“Up.” The word is firmer this time, and like the slut I am, I heat at the commanding tone, my body warming all over.
I scramble to the ledge of the tub, and as I settle, the cool air causes pinpricks against every droplet clinging to my skin. One breast is still exposed, though I don’t know whether covering it with the suit will make it better or worse.
“You are the hottest woman in existence,” he murmurs, his gaze roving over my body.
I settle my hands on the ledge on either side of me, pushing my tits out, preening at the compliment.
From here, the house next door is visible, and when I note the light flickering on in the bedroom upstairs, a thrill rushes through me. Yup. The neighbors could definitely see us if they wanted to.
Why does that only make me hotter?
Like he knows exactly what I’m thinking, Camden’s attention drifts to the side and he smirks. “You going to put on a show for Daddy?”
“What kind of show?” As I ask the question, I spread my thighs, already knowing exactly what he wants.
He slicks his tongue over his bottom lip and lets out a cocky chuckle. “You’re made for this, aren’t you, baby girl? You crave it just as much as I do.”
“Crave what?” I ask, my voice raspy.
“Being my whore. Being my salvation. Being my fucking everything.”
Heart thumping, I nod. I really do. It’s what I love the most about us.
There’s no pretense between us. We’re at our most basic with one another.
Our wants and needs are nothing to be ashamed of.
I thrive when he calls me his slut, when he treats me like I’m his undoing, because he’s mine.
“Please,” I say, unable to stop from rolling my hips.
“Please what, baby girl? What’s the magic word?” His voice is a soft caress, coaxing me to give him exactly what he wants.
“Please, Daddy. Please make me come. Please let me make you come.”
“Shh.” He presses a kiss to one thigh, then the other. “I’ve got you, and I’m going to make you feel good.”
Camden
Savannah sits on the edge of the hot tub, one tit out, her other nipple, still restrained, practically stabbing through the red fabric of her bikini top. Her red hair is up in a beautiful mess and ringlets frame her face.
She’s a fucking vision.
I take a swig from the champagne bottle and stand between her thighs. Towering over her, I pinch her chin, pull at her bottom lip, and lean in close. Pausing there, I meet her beautiful green eyes. Then, with a smirk, I spit the expensive drink onto her tongue.
Because my girl knows me so well, she doesn’t swallow.
She doesn’t even try to close her mouth.
Instead, she patiently peers up at me, probably freezing, waiting for me to make my next move.
“You’re such a perfect little slut.” I lick her lips and push up her chin gently, giving her a nod to swallow.
She moans, though as I pour champagne between her tits, the sound turns into a hiss.
I follow the trail the liquid left behind with my fingers, tracing it between her breasts.
“I can’t wait to fuck this right here.” With the bottle still in one hand, I push her breasts together, creating the perfect space for my cock to fit.
I squeeze and release her flesh, then roll my thumb over her hard nipples. Fuck, they feel phenomenal.
If her whimpers are anything to go by, she’s enjoying it too.
“Gonna make you come first, and then you’re going to take Daddy’s cock. Aren’t you, baby girl?”
She nods violently.
I lean in and lick the champagne from her chest, tugging the fabric completely to the side so I can lavish them both with attention.
Head dropped back, she cries out, and I swear to god my dick leaks.
Pretty sure we could both come like this.
Her sounds send bolts of need through me, obliterating any sense of self-preservation.
My hips move of their own accord, like I’m a fucking dog humping the air, my every cell desperate for her sweet, perfect cunt.
Roughly, I tug her bottoms to the side. Then I douse her puffy pink pussy in the fizzing liquid. As I dip between her thighs and lick up her center, she whimpers, though I barely register the sound, too busy relishing the taste.
“Hold on,” I warn.
Listening perfectly like I knew she would, she digs her fingers into the side of the tub.
When she’s steady, I pull her closer and fuck her thoroughly with my tongue.
I need her to come. Need her to scream. Need to release all this pent-up tension inside me.
I’m wound tight for no other reason than because I can’t get close enough to her.
I want to live inside this woman. I want to breed her.
Want her stuffed so full of my cock and my cum that it leaks out around us.
But not until she’s had at least one orgasm. So I spear her with two fingers and suction my mouth over her clit until she’s riding my face, chasing her release, screaming my name.
She doesn’t have time to catch her breath before I drag her back into the water and kiss her senseless.
“Oh my god,” she mutters, over and over.
I chuckle against her mouth. “Daddy, baby girl. That’s the only name you should be muttering.”
She angles back and presses her tits together with her hands. “Okay, Daddy. Why don’t you make a mess of me?”
I stand and tug down my shorts, a deep rumble running through me, and once she’s situated, I kneel on a higher step, then fist my cock and straddle her.
Like this, her body isn’t completely submerged.
She’s chosen the perfect spot. She’s mostly under water, keeping her body warm, yet her tits hover just above the surface, creating the perfect slot for my dick.
And holy fuck does she look beautiful between my thighs, her gorgeous red hair falling over the edge of the hot tub, her skin pink from the heat, her face glistening.
As snow falls around us, I smile down at her.
“Should I give you a pearl necklace tonight, pretty girl? Or are you going to suck me down and make sure we don’t make a mess in the tub? ”
“I’m going to do whatever you want,” she breathes. With a lick of her lips, she adds, “Daddy.”
Fuck. Spine already tingling, I roll my piercings between her tits so she feels every barbell.
“Tits tighter,” I demand.
She obeys, and when the friction increases, I grunt. “Perfect, baby girl. You are so fucking perfect.” I stroke her cheek.
The way she looks up at me, with so much love in her expression, is unreal.
I can’t help but tell her how perfect she is. “You are the love of my life, my perfect whore.”
With every thrust, my control frays. As I tease her nipples, she lets loose the sweetest little sounds. I grunt and she whines. And when I can’t take it anymore, I give her the choice. “Where do you want it?”
She shakes her head. “Where do you want it?” she pants.
Roughly, I stuff myself between her lips and explode.
She’s perfect.
Tonight was perfect.
I’m the luckiest fucking man alive.