Summer Camp Captive

“Yes. I will,” I breathe, falling forward and landing on my left elbow. The bed almost upends itself under my weight, but my mouth is only inches from that place between her thighs, the place I’m going to spend my life satisfying any way I can—and I can’t think past the roaring of my heart. A sense of purpose. “It looks…wet. What made it that way?”

“I-I…don’t know. I think—”

I surge forward and take a long lap at her flesh, my mind exploding with light and rightness. As I gather the dew left behind on my lips, my body shudders head to toe over the perfect taste and scent of my mate. “Tell me, please. What made you damp here? I need more.”

Her hips squirm beneath me, and I start to pin them with a forearm, until she stops me with a vicious tug of my hair. “You’re so big and I’m so…not. Having you obey commands from me is kind of amazing. All that power given to me…” Her lower half writhes on the mattress. “I think it’s what m-made me like this.”

Yes. Is it ironic that Lainey wants me at her beck and call and yet I’ve never felt like more of a man? What is a man if he can’t provide for his woman? Providing for Lainey means letting her order me around. My cock sags lower, planting on the mattress beneath. My balls fill with ample seed to plant inside her fertile body. “Consider me your servant,” I rasp, parting her pussy with the tip of my tongue and rubbing, rubbing her tiny source of pleasure. “Does the princess like this?”

“Oh. Yes.” The surprise in her voice has my dick stretching to its full length. I’m the first one to gratify this pussy. She doesn’t even know what the fuck it’s supposed to feel like. “Carver. Don’t stop.”

Carefully as possible, so as not to harm her, I place the V of my middle and index finger over her cunt, pressing down to expose the delicious pink path they’ve been hiding. Moisture glistens on smooth flesh, her swollen nub peeking out shyly for my attention. “I will guard you with my life.” I circle her clit with my tongue, flattening my tongue on it and moving side to side, her whimpers echoing in my head. “I will protect your little pussy from predators and keep it only for myself. No one will dare look at it, or my face will be the last thing they see. You’re mine. You are mine forever. Forever.”

Unable to stop myself any longer, I slide my tongue to her snug hole and shove it deep, pain colliding with need in my chest when she screams, jerking hard on the ends of my hair. “Carver, too much. It’s too much.”

I keep my thumb strumming on her clit, praying to God not to keep her in pain for long. Her hands alternately bat at my head and pull me close, her open thighs squirming on either side of me. Dammit, I can’t tell if she’s feeling good or bad. And her taste is drowning me, making me lose any sense of reality. It’s so pure and sweet. I’m seeing nothing but her flesh, hearing nothing but my own grunts and growls. My hips begin to hump the bed, rocking it, banging it against the wall. The action also causes Lainey’s pussy to dip down and grind up into my tongue, over and over again. Is she moaning?

Yes. God has answered my prayer and helped Lainey’s body adjust. Her pink bud is swollen and tucked between my lips where I suckle it, her arousal dripping from my chin. Fuck her. Fuck her and claim her. Now.

I rise up over her and fist my dick, prepared to feed every raw, ugly inch of it into her virgin cunt. There’s a whisper of warning in the back of my head, but it’s too low to hear over the roar of my inner beast, demanding I take what’s mine before another male sneaks in and does it first. Unrealistic, yes, considering I would snap their neck for even looking at Lainey, but tell that to my boiling blood, my unholy cockstand for one girl. This girl.

“Carver—” Eyes wide with fear, she slaps at my shoulders. “No, wait.”

My sweat drips down onto the pillow above her head. “Can’t. I can’t.”

She grips the sides of my head, tugging me down. “Kiss me,” she whispers, her voice shaking. “Just kiss me, please?”

Those words cut through the pandemonium in my head like butter to a hot know. Silence reigns. Her sweet fingers tunnel in my hair and urge me close, closer, until I’m lying in the cradle of her body, still conscious enough of our size difference to keep most of my weight on my left elbow. But that prop almost gives out when our lips meet and her sweet, pliant mouth opens beneath mine, allowing my tongue to sweep inside. Bliss. Complete and total bliss I never thought I’d experience in my life.