Chapter 94 - Painful Love (1/2)

When Cameron gave his word, he always respected it.

He thrust as fast as before but right when my moans reached the bottom of my throat and I felt my muscles clenching and my nerves calling his name, he slid out.

My stomach knotted with the familiar uneasy feeling of when you're enjoying way too much that activity.

He spun me down and lied me down on my stomach.

He massaged my buttocks energetically, slipping them open, and then he kissed my spot, rubbing with his tongue against it and pressing his face against my bottom.

I moaned against the pillow, tossed up against the mattress.

He sank his fingers in me and moved them circularly in pleasuring torture.

When my body was going to take over he grabbed my buttocks open and entered in me deeply making me scream in a painful satisfaction.

He pulled my hair away in a ponytail and then pushed me closer with a pull. His mouth near my ear I could feel his hitched breath against my bare skin.

”I would love to fuck you all night and all day for the rest of our life.” He whispered.

He thrust more intensely, synchronizing his breaths with my fast motions, a lump in my throat formed and I felt my core pulsing and my heart throwing itself at Cameron.

My arms felt like they would give up at any time for the tiredness and the continuous shaking, yet the pleasure was too much.

How was he able to fuck me so good that he erased all the other times I was involved with sexual intimacy and I felt like I was back to having sex for the first time.

He thrust me more deeply and all of a sudden, his assault turned more carnal.

A burning sensation kicked away the pleasuring bubble I was trapped in and all of a sudden his thrusts hurt me.

”Cameron...” I let out a painful moan. He woke up and immediately retreated, ”I am sorry, sometimes... I don't..” His eyes widened wickedly lost in the darkness and sadness that overwhelmed him. But he soon was back to the Cameron who conquered me.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and slouched down to grab his cigarette again.

I climbed to him and sat on his lap, penetrating in him fully not willing to stop yet. He let the cigarette fall again searching for my hips with his hands.

”I don't want to hurt you again.” His voice creaked he sounded so vulnerable. Not a single man ever minded hurting me during sex.

”You won't.”

His gaze was down to the floor as if he was scared to look at me after my crying out. I felt sorry seeing him sad only because he unconsciously hurt me. I rested my hands on his cheeks and caressed him, then I lifted his face to make him stare at me in the eyes.

”Look at me,” I whispered, as I slowly started to thrust again, I immediately felt the urge to roll my eyes because it felt so good to have him inside me but I managed to keep staring at him.

I kept thrusting as fast as I could until he began to grunt following my moans.

Our breathes chasing and our skins slamming against each other.