Camden (The Henchmen MC 18)

I was excited to find out, though.

But not just yet.

"G-g-got a w-way t-t-t-to g-get r-r-r-rid of t-that en-en-energy," I suggested, watching as her gaze lifted, eyes already heating.

I loved that about her. The way she went from babbling to a flickering flame. It was something I had never seen before. Something I couldn't seem to get enough of.

I had never been a repeat person with women. Once was enough. It was always just a release anyway. And more than that, you ran into issues. About them wanting to get to know you as a person and all that shit I had never wanted before.

Before Annie, at least.

But now that I had her? Yeah, I found myself insatiable. It didn't matter that we had spent days in bed together in Cape May, that I had already had her earlier.

I needed more.

And judging by the way her breathing went shallow, so did she.

My arms reached out, dragging her back onto her feet, my hands sliding down her back to sink into her ass as my lips sealed over hers.

Finding her lips hungry under mine, nothing slow or sweet about the way her teeth snagged my lower lip, biting damn near to the point of breaking skin as her hands ripped at my pants, trying to free my cock, not even bothering to fuss about taking off my top.

Well then, if quick and rough and dirty was what she wanted, that was what she was going to get.

My cock, already hard, strained as she yanked down my pants and boxer briefs, closing her hand around the shaft with a moan against my lips.

Her finger swiped across the head, delicately spreading around the pre-cum, almost making me lose it right then and there.

I never struggled with control over my body before. But everything about her threatened to strip it all away with each sweet sound, each ragged moan, each tentative or bold touch, the way she writhed and ached and begged for more.

My hands, greedy as hers, stripped her pants and panties down her hips, my hands sinking into her bare ass for a second before my fingers slid down, slipped inward, two fingers thrusting inside her.

The choked gasp let me know she hadn't seen it coming. The way her wetness slicked my fingers told me she loved that fact.

I thrusted until her walls got tight around me, until her nails dug bloody crescents into my shoulders.

Only when she was about to come did I pull them back out, smiling at the whimper that burst out of her before I grabbed her hips, turned her, pushed her forward to get onto all fours on the mattress.

It was a good fucking view.

I had to take three deep breaths just to steady myself before my fingers traced up her pussy, tapping at her clit until her hands were nearly tearing the sheets as her ass pushed back toward me, begged me to sink inside her.

My fingers pulled away from her clit, landing a solid smack to her ass that had her breath hitching, her upper body folding down further, her ass on perfect display.

There was no use pretending I had a single thread of control left.

I slipped on a condom then slammed deep inside her, my cock twitching at the moan she muffled against the mattress.

My hand tracked up her spine, slipping into her hair I found myself oddly obsessed with, the strands something like silk between my fingers. Even long after the playing put her to sleep, I still found myself playing with the strands absentmindedly as my mind wandered.

There was nothing sweet or soft about the way I reached for her hair this time, though. My fingers sank into it at the nape of her neck, twisted, yanked until her back arched.

Then and only then did I start fucking her.

As hard and fast and rough as she kept demanding.

My free hand moved down her belly, slipped between her thighs, tapped at her clit until the only thing coming out of her mouth was gasps for air, a surefire sign to know she was close.

I fucked her harder and faster as my finger pushed firm pressure onto her clit.

And she fucking shattered around my cock, her walls clenching hard enough to make thrusting impossible, just standing there feeling her waves crashing before planting deep, coming with her name on my breath.

"A-Annie."

I collapsed forward onto her, pressing her into the mattress, likely making breathing difficult at best. Beneath me, her body shuddered with aftershocks as she took slow, deep breaths, trying to find some calm in the chaos of her body.

"Hey, Cam?" she asked a while later, dragging me out of near-sleep.

"Y-y-yeah?"

"Well, three things, really," she prefaced. "First, I can't breathe. Second, I think I might have permanent sheet indentations in my face. And third, I, ah..."