to make her ignore that timer when it went off.
I waited about two seconds after she nodded before scooping her up and carrying her to the couch. I wanted to lay the groundwork. I wanted to set the scene.
I wanted to knock her socks off.
She looked surprised as all get out when I leaned her horizontally across the couch.
"What are you doing?"
"Shhh…"
I held my finger to my lips and I pulled her shoes off. I kicked mine off with a grin. No need to get dirt on the sofa while I kissed the hell out of her.
I wasn't a damn barbarian after all.
Camille
He was a barbarian.
A rude, uncouth, animalistic brute.
But oh my goodness could the barbarian kiss.
I had been on the verge of protesting when he leaned over me, his blue eyes on my lips. I sighed as his warm lips brushed mine. He didn't pounce on me as I'd expected him to. But he did grip me firmly.
One hand on my hip, another on my shoulder. He was fully in control of me. I sensed that he needed that. I could not have gotten away unless he allowed it.
But I did not try to get away.
We had a gentleman's agreement. And I never welched.
After a few minutes of soft kissing, he eased my lips apart and slipped his tongue inside my mouth. He explored me slowly until I was gasping for air. Until I was arching up against him and whimpering. Until I wanted more.
I barely noticed as he advanced. First it was his fingers as they toyed with my nipples through my dress. Then it was his cock pressing between my legs through our clothes. I was rocking against him from the moment he fitted himself between my thighs. He growled and bit my ear as he lifted my leg to give him better access.
I moaned incoherently at the feel of him covering me. I felt like an animal, pressing and reaching and groping. He palmed my ass with his hand, pushing me into his enormous hard on.
From what I could tell, Cade Dupree had the largest cock I'd ever encountered.
And all I could think was that I wanted it inside me.
I whimpered as he started to grind into me rhythmically. He tugged my dress over my shoulders. He groaned as my breasts sprang free. I arched my back as his rough, hot palms closed over them.
I was losing my mind. My sense of where I was. Or even who I was.
I was just nerves and wants and needs.
And I needed this. Now.
His lips closed over my nipple and I nearly came off the couch at the hot wet feel of it. His tongue flicked against it as he drove into me. Harder now. Faster.
I heard him reaching down to undo his belt buckle. I wasn't going to stop him. I wasn't going to do anything but lay there and let him do whatever he wanted to me.
The timer went off.
It was like a cold bucket of water hitting me.
He lifted his head and we stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity.
"Turn that off."
His voice was raw. So deep and husky I was almost tempted to do what he asked.
The alarm beeped again and went silent. I knew it would go off again in a minute. I was so tempted… but no. This was too much. Too fast. He'd made me lose control.
And I hated him for it.
"No."
His eyes were full of disbelief as I shoved him off of me. He stared at me in shock as I pulled my limbs free. My heart was pounding as I sat up, tugging my dress back into place. My cheeks were flaming red.
"Cami…"
"Don't call me that."
He frowned.
"Camille. Don't do this…"
I stood up, staring down at him.
"I upheld my end of the bargain. I expect you to uphold yours."
His jaw was clenched but he nodded. I noticed he didn't bother to rebuckle his belt. He was too busy staring at me with what looked like profound regret.
"Is that all this was to you Camille? A game?"
I slipped my shoes back on.
"What else would it be?"
His jaw dropped. He looked almost… hurt. But that was impossible. Big men like him hit on everything that moved. They didn't get hurt by one woman rejecting them out of the masses. I certainly was not capable of hurting his feelings.
It was my own feelings I had
I waited about two seconds after she nodded before scooping her up and carrying her to the couch. I wanted to lay the groundwork. I wanted to set the scene.
I wanted to knock her socks off.
She looked surprised as all get out when I leaned her horizontally across the couch.
"What are you doing?"
"Shhh…"
I held my finger to my lips and I pulled her shoes off. I kicked mine off with a grin. No need to get dirt on the sofa while I kissed the hell out of her.
I wasn't a damn barbarian after all.
Camille
He was a barbarian.
A rude, uncouth, animalistic brute.
But oh my goodness could the barbarian kiss.
I had been on the verge of protesting when he leaned over me, his blue eyes on my lips. I sighed as his warm lips brushed mine. He didn't pounce on me as I'd expected him to. But he did grip me firmly.
One hand on my hip, another on my shoulder. He was fully in control of me. I sensed that he needed that. I could not have gotten away unless he allowed it.
But I did not try to get away.
We had a gentleman's agreement. And I never welched.
After a few minutes of soft kissing, he eased my lips apart and slipped his tongue inside my mouth. He explored me slowly until I was gasping for air. Until I was arching up against him and whimpering. Until I wanted more.
I barely noticed as he advanced. First it was his fingers as they toyed with my nipples through my dress. Then it was his cock pressing between my legs through our clothes. I was rocking against him from the moment he fitted himself between my thighs. He growled and bit my ear as he lifted my leg to give him better access.
I moaned incoherently at the feel of him covering me. I felt like an animal, pressing and reaching and groping. He palmed my ass with his hand, pushing me into his enormous hard on.
From what I could tell, Cade Dupree had the largest cock I'd ever encountered.
And all I could think was that I wanted it inside me.
I whimpered as he started to grind into me rhythmically. He tugged my dress over my shoulders. He groaned as my breasts sprang free. I arched my back as his rough, hot palms closed over them.
I was losing my mind. My sense of where I was. Or even who I was.
I was just nerves and wants and needs.
And I needed this. Now.
His lips closed over my nipple and I nearly came off the couch at the hot wet feel of it. His tongue flicked against it as he drove into me. Harder now. Faster.
I heard him reaching down to undo his belt buckle. I wasn't going to stop him. I wasn't going to do anything but lay there and let him do whatever he wanted to me.
The timer went off.
It was like a cold bucket of water hitting me.
He lifted his head and we stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity.
"Turn that off."
His voice was raw. So deep and husky I was almost tempted to do what he asked.
The alarm beeped again and went silent. I knew it would go off again in a minute. I was so tempted… but no. This was too much. Too fast. He'd made me lose control.
And I hated him for it.
"No."
His eyes were full of disbelief as I shoved him off of me. He stared at me in shock as I pulled my limbs free. My heart was pounding as I sat up, tugging my dress back into place. My cheeks were flaming red.
"Cami…"
"Don't call me that."
He frowned.
"Camille. Don't do this…"
I stood up, staring down at him.
"I upheld my end of the bargain. I expect you to uphold yours."
His jaw was clenched but he nodded. I noticed he didn't bother to rebuckle his belt. He was too busy staring at me with what looked like profound regret.
"Is that all this was to you Camille? A game?"
I slipped my shoes back on.
"What else would it be?"
His jaw dropped. He looked almost… hurt. But that was impossible. Big men like him hit on everything that moved. They didn't get hurt by one woman rejecting them out of the masses. I certainly was not capable of hurting his feelings.
It was my own feelings I had
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