21. Camryn

TWENTY-ONE

CAMRYN

It can't be? Can it? But the longer I stare at the old photograph, the more convinced I get. Yes, it's the same guy I saw back at the house with a dead hen in his hand when I was rooting through photographs in the attic.

He looks exactly like my mystery guy?—

My thoughts scatter when Dominic's lips descend on the curve of my neck. He bites and nibbles, pulling me against his growing erection.

"Look at this picture," I coax in a breathy voice.

Dominic trails his lips back up my neck before giving it a cursory glance as he palms my tits. "What about it?"

"It looks like the guy from the woods."

Humming near my ear, he pulls down my tank top to free my breasts, his rough fingers palming their weight as he sinks his teeth into my neck.

"Maybe Wilfred has a nephew that looks like the man in this picture."

"You talk too much." He takes the picture from my hands and places it back on the shelves. Then he spins me around and crushes his lips to mine. "I need to be inside you."

"Now?" I ask between kisses as he tweaks my tender nipples and shoves my shorts down my thighs. "Wilfred could return any minute."

"Scared?" he taunts, echoing my question from earlier.

"Excited," I counter, drawing a filthy smile from his lips.

"That's my girl."

Those three words make my heart swell, but he doesn't seem to notice that I'm not returning his kiss. He spins me around and presses up against my back, trailing his hand down my stomach until he's there, his expert fingers trailing through my soaked slit.

He hums low in his throat. "Always ready for me."

I whimper when he sinks two digits inside my sore core.

"Always so fucking wet and needy."

"Dom…"

"I can feel your pussy squeezing me. You're greedy, aren't you?"

His intoxicating scent. Those filthy words. I almost cry from the loss of him when he steps away and grabs my arm, but I don't have time to react before we're on the move. I stumble along, his pinching grip forcing me forward. After stripping me of my shorts and panties, he bends me over the edge of the couch with his hand on my neck, the musty scent of the moth-eaten fabric assaulting my nostrils.

"Do you like the thought of being discovered?" he asks as he frees his dick and runs the crown through my sore slit. "Hmm?"

My breathy admittance makes him chuckle, and I hold my breath as he circles my tender entrance. I'm a whore for him and his painful touch. A whore for the hard smack against my ass that rocks me forward.

Pain spreads across my cheek, and he grabs my hips before impaling me on his cock. I scream at the sudden intrusion, the sound muffled by the cushion. When he fists my hair, my sobs soon morph into choked moans and whimpers as he takes me hard and fast on Wilfred's couch. Fucking me like he hates me. I love every second of his rough treatment.

My nipples chafe against the musty cushion while I stare at the doorway, clutching anything I can for balance. Not that it matters when he has such a ruthless hold on my hair.

My tits bounce, my breaths grow choppy, and my pussy soaks his dick. I'm a begging, pleading, sobbing mess.

"Such a good slut," he praises from behind me. "You take my dick so fucking well, don't you?"

I'm close to coming already.

My pussy clamps down on his length, but before I can freefall, he pulls out and flops beside me on the couch.

His slick cock rests against his T-shirt, and I swallow at the sight of the angry purple veins and weeping head.

Sinking lower on the couch, he palms it. "Ride me, Camryn." He curls his fingers around my wrist when I'm within reaching distance and pulls me down onto his lap. "Fuck me until you come all over my dick."

As he guides me over his hard length, I dig my fingers into the couch behind him. "Are you going to let me be in charge?" My voice is anything but collected. Rough and scratchy from screaming.

He stares up at me from beneath his lowered lashes, his fingers twitching on my hips. "What do you think?"

Dominic will never let me be in charge. It's not in his nature to give up control. He proves as much when he sinks me down onto his cock with his lip trapped between his teeth.

A breath whooshes out of him, and he releases his lip. "Fuck, this pussy is going to be the death of me."

Pleasure heats my core, tightening like a coil as my head falls back. He sets the pace, guiding me over his cock, his hungry mouth latching onto a nipple. Sucking and biting and bringing me closer to the edge.

He releases the hard bud with a pop and looks up at me with a filthy smile. "Hear those wet sounds? That's how much your sore cunt loves my dick. It can't get enough, can it?"

My head shakes in agreement, but all I can manage is a pathetic whimper, too drunk on him to engage in conversation while his cock tears through me.

"Look at me, Sis," he orders when my eyes threaten to fall closed. "You gonna come on my cock?"

I nod again, and he smacks my cheek then grips my chin. "Use your words."

"Yes," I answer breathily before whimpering. He's back to moving my hips over his lap, his cock gliding against my walls in a maddening rhythm.

"What do you want, baby?"

"Choke me."

He slips his slick dick out, then wraps his fingers around my throat and slides his hard length through my pussy lips, over and over again, rubbing against my clit. The pleasure mounts, coiling like a spring.

I free-fall, arching and trembling as cum explodes from his dick in an arc, his release raining over my chin and chest in quick spurts.

He bruises my hip and throat with his tight grip as a guttural groan vibrates his chest. We breathe heavily, staring at each other while recovering from the receding euphoria and madness.

Dominic palms my cum-smeared tits, kneading the swollen mounds and pinching my nipples between his fingers and thumbs. "Perfection," he drawls, sliding his hand through the cum all the way to my throat and swiping his thumb through the drops on my chin. "I love seeing you marked and covered in me."

I open my mouth to reply when my eyes swing past him to the doorway, and I freeze.

Wilfred stands with a shotgun in his hands, and the audible click it makes as he loads it has Dominic stiffening beneath me.

"Well, well, what do we have here," Wilfred sneers around the toothpick in his mouth as he enters the room.