Page 82 of Made to Be

“Vic, Vic, Vic.” Every time he said it, his hips flexed to punctuate each thrust with my name. “Vic...Vic...”

I couldn’t think straight. Every time Cam plunged his cock into me, blinding pleasure shot through my body like a current of electricity. I was a live wire set to catch fire, and Cam was the spark.

“Oh, fuck. Satan,” I cursed after a particularly brutal thrust nearly made me cum. “I can’t... Shit, Cam, it’s too much. I’m ‘gonna-”

My voice choked off in a pathetic garble as he thrusted even harder, reaching the deepest part of me as he leaned down to thoroughly lay claim to my mouth. My lips parted willingly for him, needing to take as much of him inside me that I possibly could. Cam’s hips paused, giving me a second to catch my breath as he ran his lips up my neck and along my jaw, placing sweet kisses in his wake.

“Why do you say that?” he panted heavily.

It took my brain a few moments to register that he had asked me a question. After all, it was on sexy-times mode and all other responses other than “yes” and “don’t stop” and “harder” were shut off.

“Huh?” I gasped as he nipped my earlobe.

“‘Satan,’” he repeated as he tongued the shell of my ear, making me shiver. Then his mouth was on my throat.

“Oh, I...” I gulped, dry throat clicking.

It felt raw from all the moaning and I nearly winced. Fuck, how did he expect me to answer him when his tongue was... doing things to me. And his cock was still buried deep within me. I could feel it pulsing, the burning, hard length of him filling me so completely.

“I, uh, cursed myself,” I managed, squirming beneath him to urge his hips moving again. “Don’t know how to fix it.”

That wonderful tongue of his stopped what it was doing as he pulled back to stare down at me.

“You... cursed yourself?” he asked carefully, brow quirking. His lips twitched as he fought a smile, and my cheeks flushed with startling embarrassment.

It had never embarrassed me before. But, for some reason, now...

Feeling unsteady and needing to get the upper hand again, I wrapped my legs around Cam’s hips. Locking my ankles together, I pulled him against me to fuck myself on his dick. Even from my position, I managed to rock our hips together. Cam let out the sweetest whine as he hunched over me, trembling arms caging me.

“Yes. Now,” I purred, “be agood boyand fuck me into the mattress.”

Cam went deathly still, as if I had just cast a spell on him freezing him in place. He didn’t even blink. The only tell that he was not, in fact, turned to stone was the rapid rise and fall of his shoulders as he breathed. My heart raced with the thrill that his blue eyes sent through me.

And, well... it seemed that I had underestimated the power of the praise kink.

Cam leaned back only to grab the backs of my knees and push my legs up to my head. I hadn’t realized I was so flexible until I’d been folded in half like a damn lawn chair. The remaining air in my chest was pushed out of me as Cam, for lack of any better words, completely lost control.

He pounded into me, fucking me hard and deep. He held nothing back. The powerful muscles of his body bulged and rippled, sweat glistening on his light skin as he showed me no mercy. It didn’t take long before the steady rhythm of his hips began stuttering, becoming rough and jerky telling me he was getting close. But I was too, the pleasure coiling so tight it made me lightheaded.

“Harder, Cam,” I begged, and he obliged. “I’m... close. That’s it. Good... boy. So...good! So-”

Cam’s hips jerked in one final, brutal thrust as he shoved his dick in as deep as it could possibly go. The feel of his cock flexing inside me as he came mademe cry out his name as my own orgasm crashed over me.

The sound Cam made as he came was easily my new favorite. It was low and hoarse, deep and masculine, dripping with lust and satiation. It was hungry yet satisfied, greedy yet oh so vulnerable.

His entire body jolted through the pleasure, back arching and hips flexing with every little thrust as he prolonged his orgasm, spilling everything inside me.

And I took it.

Cam’s orgasm lasted... a lot longer than I expected. When he finally sagged against me, body spent, I flexed my ass around his softening cock just to hear him groan again. I could feel the sticky warmth of my own release coating our stomachs, but I couldn’t have been bothered to move if the building caught fire around us.

Cam’s breaths were heavy, gasping pants in my ear as he pressed his face into my damp neck. I could feel his heartbeat pounding against mine, echoing each other. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair, holding him close. Keeping my quaking legs wrapped around Cam’s hips, I held him there just in case he was about to move away.

“Don’t pull out,” I muttered drowsily. “I want to feel you inside me for a bit longer.” I hummed, nuzzling his neck with my nose and inhaling his scent deep into my lungs. “It’s so warm. I’m so full.”

“Fuck, Victor,” Cam hissed. His spent cock twitched inside me as if in a valiant effort to go again. “If you keep saying stuff like that, we’ll never leave this bed.”

I dragged my tongue up the side of his neck, tasting the saltiness in his sweat. My free hand reached between us to toy with his nipple piercing, eliciting a soft gasp from his lips.