Chapter 16
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C amber’s words dripped with authority, and there was no doubt in my mind that he expected me to submit. The intensity in his eyes, even in the dim light of the cave, burned into me as his fingers slid down my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
“Beg for it,” he repeated, his voice low, vibrating through the air between us.
I swallowed hard, the heat in my belly swirling with need. His body towered over me, still fully dressed, his cock straining behind his slacks, but he was in control, and he wanted me to acknowledge it. The pulse between my legs was a constant thrum, and my lips parted, ready to give him what he asked for.
“Please, Camber,” I whispered, barely able to get the words out, my voice shaky from the lingering aftershocks of my last orgasm. “I want more. I want you inside me. Please.”
His grip on my thigh tightened, nails digging in just enough to make me gasp. He tilted his head, as if contemplating whether or not my plea was good enough. Slowly, his hand traced up my leg, brushing against my throbbing center, teasing but not giving me the contact I craved.
“Tell me exactly what you want,” he demanded, his voice dark and commanding. “Or you get nothing.”
A shudder of both frustration and excitement ran through me. My pride fought against the words he wanted to hear, but the desperate ache in my body was too overpowering. I needed him, needed his cock to fill the hollow ache inside me that throbbed with every heartbeat.
“I want your cock inside me,” I gasped, my hips involuntarily lifting to meet his touch, searching for any friction. “Please, Camber. Fuck me. I need it. I need you.”
He groaned softly at my words, the sound guttural, primal, and it shot a thrill straight through me. He clearly relished the power of my submission, the way I was unraveling beneath him, and in that moment, I didn’t care. I wanted him to take me, claim me, mark me as his in this dark, hidden place where no one could hear us, where the walls themselves seemed to pulse with the weight of our secret sin.
“Good girl,” he muttered, his voice thick with approval.
Without wasting another moment, he moved quickly, his hands undoing the buckle of his belt, the sound of it sliding from its loops echoing in the small space. I watched with anticipation, my body alight with the promise of what was to come.
Camber's movements were efficient as he unbuttoned his slacks, tugging them down enough to free his cock. It was hard and thick, standing proudly between us, and the sight of it had my pulse skyrocketing.
He didn’t give me time to dwell on the thought. In one, swift motion, Camber gripped my hips and tugged me toward him, his body looming over mine, his gaze dark and filled with lust so intense, it made my breath hitch. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against my ear, his cock pressing insistently against my wetness, slick and ready.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin, sending a wave of shivers down my spine. “And you’re going to take every inch of me.”
Before I could respond, he pushed forward, sinking the head of his cock into me with a slow, deliberate thrust. My back arched off the cold stone wall, a gasp escaping my lips at the fullness of him. Camber groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he slowly pushed deeper, filling me inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt.
“Fuck,” I moaned, my fingers clawing at his back, desperate to hold onto something as my body struggled to adjust to his size. He was thick, stretching me in a way that bordered on pain, but it quickly melted into pure pleasure.
Camber didn’t move at first, allowing me to adjust to him, his fingers digging into my hips possessively. His eyes never left mine, watching, waiting, like he was reveling in every second of this slow, torturous possession.
“You feel that?” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “That’s what you begged for, my cock inside you, stretching you, filling you. I’m not stopping until you come around me.”
I could barely breathe, the pressure of him inside me was almost overwhelming, but I nodded, my voice caught in my throat. I wanted him to move, needed him to move, to give me more, to take me harder.
“Please,” I whimpered, my hips shifting slightly. “Camber, please, fuck me.”
That was all it took.
With a low, animalistic growl, Camber pulled his hips back and thrust forward again, hard and fast. The sound of our bodies meeting echoed in the cave, loud and obscene, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the feel of him, the way his cock filled me completely with every thrust, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
His rhythm was relentless, his hips snapping against mine with precision, each thrust bringing a fresh wave of pleasure crashing over me. My body responded to him instinctively, meeting his movements, riding the line between pleasure and pain as he fucked me deeper, harder.
“Camber!” I gasped, my nails digging into his back as I felt the coil in my belly tightening, my orgasm building with every thrust. “I’m so close… Please… Don’t stop.”
His breath was ragged, his control fraying as he drove into me harder, his hands gripping me like I was the only thing anchoring him to this world. His cock pulsed inside me, thick and hot, and I could feel him losing himself in the sensation, his groans growing louder, more desperate.
“Come for me,” he growled, his voice rough, his lips brushing against my ear. “I want to feel you come on my cock. Now.”
That was all it took.
With a strangled cry, my body tensed, and I came hard, my walls clenching around him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. My vision blurred, and my body trembled uncontrollably as I rode out my orgasm, Camber still thrusting into me, pushing me higher and higher.
He followed me over the edge moments later, his cock pulsing inside me as he buried himself to the hilt one last time, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he came, filling me with his warmth. His body trembled against mine, his breath hot and ragged in my ear as he slowly came down from the high, still buried deep inside me.
For a moment, we stayed like that, our bodies pressed together, hearts racing, the only sound in the cave the echo of our ragged breathing. Then, slowly, Camber pulled back, his cock slipping out, leaving me feeling both full and empty at the same time.
He helped me stand, his hands gentle as they brushed my hair away from my face. For a moment, we just looked at each other, the intensity of what we’d just shared hanging heavy in the air between us.
Finally, Camber broke the silence, his voice soft, almost tender.
“You’re mine now,” he whispered, his hand cupping my cheek. “And I’m never letting you go.”