28. Cam

CHAPTER 28

CAM

F uck.

She has no idea what she’s doing to me. Those perky tits, her tight pussy, soft, smooth skin that smells like summer.

And the words. Fuck, those words.

I’m yours. Fuck me.

She’s an angel, fallen from heaven, and I’m going to corrupt her. Absolutely ruin her for any other man. Ravage her body until I’m all she thinks of, all she knows or wants to know.

I shouldn’t do it. Sloane’s too good for me, too pure. But I can’t stop myself. Hell, I don’t want to stop myself.

Besides, it’s too late now.

I ease the tip of my cock into her wet heat, a hiss slipping through my gritted teeth.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

She rocks her hips up slightly, trying to get more of my dick.

“Greedy girl,” I tease, running my thumb across her full bottom lip. She sucks in a deep breath, her tongue warm on the calloused pad of my thumb. I sink in another inch or so, then still again. She tries to move against me, but I grip her hip, stopping her.

“Relax, we have time. I don’t want to break you. You’re gonna be sore either way, but the slower we go, the better it’ll be.”

She blushes and lets out a nervous giggle, and she’s so damn cute and sexy right now, I’m not sure how slow I can actually take this. I want to bury myself balls-deep inside her, watch her come undone as I spill my load.

“What?” The golden flecks in her eyes twinkle in the sunlight as she squints up at me through dark lashes.

“I was just thinking about how bad I want to fuck you.”

She turns a deeper shade of pink, her chest and neck flushing as well.

“Prove it, Crawford.”

I push in deeper and now I’m almost halfway there. Her tight muscles contract around my dick, thighs tense.

“Relax and breathe,” I coach, caressing her breast with my fingertips. Circling around her rosy nipple, she inhales and exhales, her body loosening. I slide in deeper. “Good girl, that’s a good girl, relaxing and taking my cock.”

Her thighs fall further apart and I ease all the way inside her, balls flush against her ass.

“You okay?” I keep stroking her breasts, nipples peaking.

“Yes.”

I stay still for a long minute, hovering over her body on my forearms, careful not to crush her. Our breathing syncs as I gaze into her eyes, pupils blown wide with desire. My cock twitches inside her, aching to move. Rocking her hips a little, she urges me on.

“You sure?” I ask, studying her face.

“Yes, Cam. I meant what I said. Fuck me. Please.” Her voice is thin and needy and I can’t wait any longer.

Smashing my lips to hers, I devour her. Sweet from her lip balm, her mouth opens to mine and I don’t hesitate. I slide my tongue in, sweeping around and exploring. She grinds against me and I match her pace, slow at first. But we pick up speed quickly, both of us moving faster, harder, more urgently.

Her muscles clench around my cock as she lifts her ass up, meeting my every drive. I grab the round globes and squeeze, gripping her tighter, pushing in deeper until any space between us vanishes.

We’re one now, joined together in this perfect moment.

Sweat slicks my skin as I pound into her, the walls of her pussy squeezing and milking my cock. Hot need pulses through my veins, dark spots pricking the corners of my eyes. Balls tightening, the base of my spine tingles with that familiar pressure.

“Fuck, Sloane. You feel so good—” I groan as I piston into her. “So fucking tight. You’re perfect.”

A moan vibrates the graceful column of her neck. She’s close and I’m barely holding on.

“Come for me now, okay? I want to watch you shatter.”

Those words push her over the edge and she cries out, her body quaking with pleasure.

“Ohmygod, Cam—” She scratches down my back as she shudders around my dick.

“Such a good girl.” I don’t let up, thrusting again and again, wringing every last bit of release from her body .

“Cam—” she screams, digging into my traps. That pushes me over the edge and I explode, hot cum erupting.

“Fuck—” I hiss, riding the wave, enjoying the release before pulling out and collapsing onto the bed.

Wrapping an arm around Sloane, I pull her limp body onto my chest. Her breathing’s shaky and uneven, heart pounding hard against my pec as I stroke her heated skin.

“That was so good, baby,” I murmur, kissing the top of her head. The floral scent of shampoo drifts from her hair, filling my nose, and I breathe her in. Wanting to remember this moment forever.

“Mm-hmm.” Her head bobs on my chest, eyes closed as her breathing slows and evens out. I gaze down at her, memorizing the pattern of cinnamon freckles, the slope of her breasts, the way her slender fingers fan out over my biceps. The soft hum of happiness vibrating low in her throat, the curve of her ass cheek, the slickness of arousal on my thigh.

Heaven.

If I could stay here with her forever, I absolutely would.

No football or outside pressure. No expectations or team bullshit.

Just the two of us, together.

Sloane’s always been a safe space for me, a happy place, and that hasn’t changed any.

But everything else has.

Before today, I was scared. Worried that I’d somehow fuck things up and ruin everything.

Now I realize how shortsighted that line of thinking was. What just happened between us didn’t ruin anything. Instead, being together—finally giving ourselves to each other—only made everything better.

Deeper, stronger, more solid .

We’re no longer two people moving in a perpendicular line to each other. Now we’re one unit, a team.

A force to be reckoned with.

And nothing’s going to keep us apart.