“Yes. You feel so…” I gasp for air as he drags my sensitive nub between his teeth.
He sits up, both hands on my hips, lifting them on top of his lap as he leans back still thrusting into me.
“I feel sowhat? Tell me.” He growls the words.
“You feel so...good.” His palm lands on my clit rubbing it in the same rhythm as his hips hitting my thighs.
“I don’t know how much longer I can last.” His own words shudder, “Cum for me, El.” His eyes lock on mine, “Cum on my cock.”
My whole body spasms as I explode in ecstasy. My walls convulse around his thick cock as his own thrusts become uneven and I hear him groan out his own release. His dick twitches inside me, my legs shake from the sensation. My own orgasm coming down from its high.
“Fuck.” He huffs out as he lays me down completely. He pulls out of me and I already miss the heat and feeling of him inside me. “Let me clean you up.”
I watch through hazy eyes as he goes to the bathroom, returning with a wet washcloth and gently cleans between my thighs before tossing it into the hamper and crawling back into bed, pulling me into a cuddle.
“You okay?” He says in my ear, caressing his finger along my waistline.
“I have never been better.” I turn to face him, tears stinging my eyes now as I give him a soft kiss.
He pulls back, “Hey, you’re crying. Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head, “No, no, it was perfect. You were perfect.”
His brow pinched together, “Then why are you crying?” he brushes a tear off my cheek, “What’s wrong?”
“That’s how it should have been.” My words are shaky, Kameron’s eyes still scan over my face, confused. “It should have been with you.” My mind starts to speed up as everything crashes into me at once. “You should have been my first.”
His eyes widen and he pulls me into his arms, his lips kissing the top of my head as he begins to rock me back and forth.
“He was your first? He took your–”
“Yes.” I cut off the bitter truth he is about to voice.
He pulls back his hands, holding each side of my face as he scans my expression, “I will be your first. Don’t let him own that part of you. He tried to steal that from you. If you want me tobe your first...” He kisses me softly, “Then I will accept the piece of you that you’ve honored me with.Nothim.”
I lay my head back into his chest to allow him to hold me through this.
It really should have been him.
30
Kameron
It broke my heart when Elliott confessed what Samuel stole from her. I had no clue that she was a virgin, and it wasn’t something that ever came up in the conversations we had.
Hestolethat fromher.
Another fucking thing he took from her without her consent. I would make him pay, and I hope Elliott is there to watch this man and his fucking town burn to ash as I do it.
I’m not a man of violence…well,extremeviolence. And I don’t usually get my hands dirty like Hunter and Marcus, but for her…I would bathe in the blood of anyone who hurt her. And I would enjoy every sweet moment of it.
She fell asleep shortly after I started to rock her gently. I didn’t want to leave her but I also knew I needed to talk with Marcus and Hunter about…well…everything.
I pull my arms reluctantly from underneath her head, making my way off the bed, and adjusting her covers before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on her forehead. I let it linger, inhaling the smell of my shampoo laced in her golden hair. I huff out a breath, turning and leaving the room to find them.
It didn’t take much effort when sounds echoed throughout the hallway from the kitchen.
The kitchen has always been the most used part of any of our houses. We always came to this spot just like when we lived with Hunter’s mom, Mrs Sinclair. The house was always filled with the scents of her cooking, the three of us hanging out, her slapping us off the counters or pushing us away from the food so we didn’t eat it all before she could offer us our plates. It was only right that we had that same tradition. Whether it was this safe house or our main home, the kitchen was the heart of it.
