Page 34 of His to Seduce
Her moans filled the room as I took over. One hand on her clit, rubbing fiercely in tight little circles, and my other squeezing her nipple, I rocked into her, needing to fuck all her fears out of her. Needing to make it so good for her, she’d remember this weekend even if—when—she was pissed at me.
I needed to be so deeply embedded inside of her, she had no choice but to listen to everything I had to tell her…as soon as we got home, because nothing was ruining this fucking perfect weekend.
“David,” she chanted, saying my name over and over again. Unable to hold herself up anymore, she fell to me.
I claimed her mouth the way I was moving inside of her—forcefully and with purpose. My hand left her breast and I held on to the back of her head, pressing her against me and tasting her so deeply I could feel down her throat. Fuck, I needed her. Needed to know she’d be with me, she’d stick with me.
“Camden.” I grunted her name over and over, until the sounds of sex and our whispered moans were the only sounds roaring through my ears.
She shattered quickly, her entire body quaking with the force of her orgasm. She ripped her mouth off mine and threw her head back, convulsing around my dick while she screamed my name so loudly I knew our private bungalow couldn’t contain it.
Slamming her down onto me, I erupted inside of her, my body trembling with exertion and emotion.
Fuck.I needed to come clean.
I would do it, as soon as I knew she wouldn’t run from me when we got back home. I’d tell her everything as soon as I knew this wasn’t a weekend fling for her.
