Chapter 7 Cameron
CAMERON
TWO WEEKS LATER…
It’s been fourteen days since I took Katie from that trailer, Mercedes’ curses following us like toxic smoke from a burning building.
Fourteen nights in the tiny apartment above Sal’s shop where he lets me stay in exchange for the extra hours I put in.
Fourteen mornings where I’ve woken up and found her lying next to me like a dream, a fantasy.
I transferred the money last night. I did it.
And she has no idea. Maybe buying this place and building something honest will make up for the way I took her.
I can’t wait to see the look on her face when I show her.
And I didn’t drain my account either. Fifty thousand is what I needed, but I saved up sixty-three, so I still had thirteen left.
I did, until I bought the ring…
Katie sleeps beside me now, her body curved into mine like it was designed to fit there. Even now, lost in whatever dream she’s having, her body moves against mine, seeking warmth, her hand gripping my thigh as if to confirm I’m still where I’m supposed to be.
Not going anywhere, darling.
And that possessiveness goes both ways. I love my hands up her shirt, my fingers threaded through her hair, her legs wrapped around mine while she piggybacks on me. It’s an addiction–a mutual dependency.
I’m rock hard as I pull back the sheets and stare at her perfect little bare ass. All I want to do is spread her open and slide inside—wake her up with the fucking of her life like I’ve done so many times. I know she’s wet, just like she is every morning when she wakes up beside me.
But I don’t. I can’t. Not now. Not this morning. We have things to do. I have somewhere to be, with her. And it can’t wait. Besides, I’ll make sure she gets every inch when we get there.
“Katie, baby,” I whisper softly, rubbing her shoulder. “Wake up.”
She stirs gently, her gorgeous eyes fluttering open, still soft with sleep. They sharpen when she sees me, and the edges of her mouth twist up, forming the cutest smile. “Hey, there. What is it, Daddy?”
Still can’t get enough of her calling me that. I never knew I had that kink or fetish or whatever you want to call it, but hearing that name come out of her lips just gets me even harder.
“Get up. Get dressed. I’ve got something to show you.”
“Oh?” she asks as she gets up. She’s excited, which fills me with joy.
The morning air is still cold as we go to the truck and drive through the empty streets. I rest my hand on her leg, and she rests her head on my shoulder. It’s been weeks now, and yet every time I touch her, my body reacts like it’s the first time. It’s incredible.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” she asks, her voice playful as she rubs against me like a loving house cat.
“No. That would ruin the surprise.”
She makes a soft noise beside me, indicating her interest. When we finally reach the building, sitting just off Route 9, her eyes go wide. She recognizes it instantly. And why wouldn’t she? She went over my notebook—the layout, where each room would be, the parking.
“Cam, is this—?” she asks as I pull in and cut the engine. I turn to her, glowing on the inside. I’ve never been prouder in my life. I’m taking the next step, and I have her by my side.
“Bought it yesterday.” I nod. “Signed the papers while you were out at the store.”
I pull the keys from my pocket and dangle them in front of her face, her pupils dilated with disbelief.
“But I thought you were still saving up?”
I chuckle. “That’s what I wanted you to think. Come on. Let me show you around.”
She moves like a little flower blowing in the breeze as I guide her inside, holding her tiny, soft hand in mine. Our footsteps echo across the empty space, so full of potential. Fluorescent lights flicker over concrete floors, stained with years of oil and work.
“So this is where the first lift will go.” I point, walking her through my mental blueprint. “The second bay here—for quick jobs. Oil changes, tire rotations, things like that.”
Katie follows along silently, her eyes taking in every inch of the place. I can practically see her cataloging the details one by one.
“And the office,” I say, guiding her into the windowed room that overlooks everything. “We can put a desk for you here where you can see everything. Filing cabinets over here and a computer of course once we’re making enough money.”
“My desk?” she gasps, her voice carrying, filled with wonder and excitement.
“Of course, Katie. You’re my partner, remember? In everything.”
Her hand trembles in mine, and her eyes begin to water as she looks up at me like she’s about to cry.
I’m blazing inside. I’ve been hard the entire time since we left the house, and as I slip my hand around the small of her back and pull her closer, blood rushes to my cock, and my desire for her explodes.
“I love you so much,” I tell her as I slip my hands up her shirt and cup her delicious breasts. “Every single thing about you. You believed in me since day one.”
“Of course I did.” She smiles, a single tear spilling down her cheek. I wipe it away with my thumb. “I love you too…Daddy.”
Her plump lips pop open, and a tiny moan escapes her mouth as I move in for a deep, passionate kiss. I lick her tongue with mine, passion and lust spilling out of me. My briefs are damp. I can feel the pre-cum already spilling out of my cock.
Grabbing her by the hips, I lift her into the air and set her down on the dusty concrete floor. There’s no time to lay out a blanket or drive her back home to our bed. I need her, and I need her now.
The swollen flesh of my erection presses against the metal buttons of my jeans.
With a single tug of my fist, I pop my fly open and relieve some of the tension, then reach in with my hand and pull out my girth.
Her eyes blaze up at me as I thumb the hem of her stretch pants and draw them down over her womanly hips–hips I’ve bred before and intend to breed again.
“Right here?” she asks, but she’s not protesting; she’s turned on. We’re both a couple of freaks, and getting fucked on the dirty, oil-stained floor of my new garage is more than likely a fantasy she’s played out many times in her head.
I tug my swollen cock out from my briefs and present it to her, watching the shine come over her eyes. Her mouth falls open, and I slide my crown between her lips. The warmth causes me to groan as she sucks on it like she’s sucking a lollipop, searching for the sweetness.
My stomach tenses, and I begin to gently thrust in and out, fucking her mouth possessively. This may be her office, but I’m her boss.
All of a sudden, I feel the tightness of the back of her throat and look down as my cock flexes with excitement. The sight of her blowing me drives my lust to a whole new level, and I lift her shirt so I can grab a handful of her breast.
My balls are tight, the veins of my cock pulsing. She swallows, and I know I’m leaking so much pre-cum. She looks so submissive from this angle, and it turns me on to think about how I’m seconds away from spreading her tiny little pussy open.
“Fuck, you suck my dick so good, little girl.” I groan again as she smiles, my cock still deep in her mouth. My balls twitch again. Christ, I’m already getting close. I need to pull out now or I’m going to explode before I even get inside her. Her throat is just too warm, too wet, too tight.
I pull out and kiss her deeply, threading my fingers through her hair. She kisses me hungrily back. It’s such a turn-on knowing she wants it. Wants me to pound her senseless and fill her with my seed.
Pulling back from the kiss, I grind my manhood with my callused palm in an attempt to force down my excitement. I need to be able to last, to give her what she needs.
“Are you ready?” I ask, staring into her beautiful eyes. Eyes that will be mine for the rest of my life.
“Yes, Cameron.” Her tone is practically begging me. I press my cock into her sweet hole and feel it open to accept me, coating my crown in her slick juices. With a deep breath, I clench my teeth and focus as I thrust my bare cock into her dripping cunt. It’s like paradise.
Tighter than my fist gripping my shaft, softer than the most exquisite silk.
I want to make sweet love to her, but I can’t hold back.
I fuck her roughly. I want her to be so sore so that every time she sits down, she thinks of me.
Every stroke feels like a promise—the sound of our future in her moans echoing off concrete.
She lets out a mewl that goes straight to my center.
I grab her by the hair and tilt her head back, exposing the soft flesh of her throat, which I kiss with a starving passion.
My lips move down her chest, and I suck each of her nipples, feeling them harden against my tongue.
I reach down and grab both of her thighs and bend her legs back over her shoulders, giving me the deepest penetration possible.
“Tell me, baby. Do you want to be with me for the rest of your life?” Her jaw is open as she nods her head, and I feel a kingly sense of pride come over me. “That’s right. I’ll never leave you. I’ll keep breeding you until we have a family that fills a whole house.”
Her pussy tightens as she listens, and I pump faster. She moans, reaches up, and wraps both her arms around my neck.
“Tell me that’s what you want, Katie. Tell me you want to be the mother of my children.”
“Yes, Cameron,” she moans, bucking her hips into my thrusts. “I want to be the mother of your children.”
“Are you going to come with me? I’m so close, baby. I just can’t hold out any longer.”
“I’m close too, Daddy.” She nods. “Let’s come together.”
I kiss her deeply, rocking my length all the way inside her, keeping her legs pinned back against her shoulders. She’s taking every inch I have to give, just like the good girl she is. She was built for me. Only me.
When I go off, she goes off too, the walls of her pussy clamping down on my shaft, sealing us together. Her body shakes, and she breaks our kiss as her mouth opens and she lets out the sexiest moan that takes my orgasm to a whole new level.
I bury my cock in her and empty my balls, filling her with my cum, visions of our future together flashing through my mind. My heart pounds heavily in my ears, and I gasp for breath as my climax wracks me hard—so hard that I forget where I am. When I open my eyes again, all I see is her.
After I’ve shot every last drop of my seed into her fertile hole, I slump down on her and take her into my arms. “You have to be pregnant now, baby. And you know what that makes you?”
“What?” she whispers.
“Mine.”
My heart pounding, I reach into my pants pocket and pull out a small velvet box. The sound of it opening causes Katie to open her eyes, and when she sees the diamond engagement ring sitting inside, she almost bursts into tears.
“Katie Mitchell, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?” All she can do is nod. But that’s more than I need. I slip the ring onto her finger and plant a kiss on her lips. “Now everyone will know you belong to me.”
She giggles, breathless and crying, her fingers aimlessly tracing the lines of my back. Outside, the sun rises over our new shop, and for the first time, everything feels perfect.