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Yours to Own and Love

What's more annoying than sitting in a choking dress while watching greedy billionaires give each other phony smiles and thinking about your jerk of an ex boyfriend? Probably nothing! But at least there's champagne and dancing... …and giving your v-card in a fit of wildness to the dark, brooding stranger with the eyes that melt your panties off. Of course, that was before I find out he’s my dad’s best friend. After that, i realized I've messed up. He was an epitome of sexiness. He’s sinfully gorgeous, with rippling, inked muscles, eyes like dark fire, and lips that taste like good tequila and sinful decisions. Decisions like giving my virginity to a stranger on my dad's charity event before his birthday the next day. Camden Armani was a devil in disguise. Trust me, I know. It was supposed to be a one-night thing. I was supposed to never see him again. Except I did. Now he’s all I can think about, all-consuming, and making me ache for more. And that’s a huge problem. He works with my father. He’s almost twice my age. He could probably have any woman in the freaking world. And yet, all he wants is me…again, and again, and again, until he’s all I crave. This is wrong. This is obscene. I know I should say no. I know we should stop this before things go haywire. But he’s like that mouth-watering dessert you can’t say no to.
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Chapter 3

His lips never leave mine as he wraps his arms around me and starts to slide out. I whimper as the tightness gives way to pure pleasure, and as he slides back in, that pleasure swells to envelope me. I moan eagerly, my legs tightening around his muscled waist, and he starts to drive out and back into me again.

He growls, kissing me deeply and sucking on my bottom lip. His muscled body coils and thrusts, moving faster and deeper until he’s truly fucking me right into the mattress. I cry out in pure bliss and pleasure, clawing at him madly and aching for all of him. I let go completely, losing my mind as his gorgeous, thick cock plunges in and out of my tight little pussy, filling the room with the lewd wet sounds of it.

His balls slap my ass, and he rises up, one hand cupping the back of my head with his fingers entwined in my hair, the other gripping my hip possessively. He thrusts into me, muscles ripping and coiling, and I arch my hips to meet him. I look down, utterly enthralled at the pulse-pounding sight of his huge cock stretching my tight pink lips.

He grunts and thrusts deep, and my eyes roll back as the pleasure begins to spiral out of control. We move faster and faster, and God, it feels like perfection. It feels like his big cock was built to custom fit my pussy. If this is what sex is, holy shit do I get it now.

The room becomes a blur as our sweat-slicked bodies writhe and grind together. His fat cock fills me over and over, my arousal dripping down my thighs and my body trembling until I know I’m going to shatter all over again.

“Oh God! "I gasp, throwing my head back. It occurs to me that I don’t even know his name, which feels fucked up for a second, but the next, it just makes this whole thing even hotter. What is wrong with me?! He grunts deeply as he thrusts into me, and I can feel everything start to crumble.

“Oh God, oh God!” I scream. “Oh fuck, I’m… I’m gonna—!”

“Let me feel you come for me, Angelo,” he growls, thrusting deep into me. “Let me feel this pretty little pussy come on my cock. Let me feel you come, beautiful.” His hand tightens on my hip, and his cock seems to swell inside of me, getting even bigger somehow. He rocks into me, his mouth dropping to suck at my neck and growl into my ear, and suddenly, I lose it. His fat cock slides so deep inside of me, and suddenly, I’m coming.

I scream out my release, clinging to him as he fucks me hard right through my climax.

“Oh fuck, angelo,” he groans. I lean up, my lips against his ears. I gasp, feeling so fucking slutty and wild and reckless. And I loved it!

He groans, and his cock thickens even harder as he buries it deep in my quivering, slick pussy.

“Fill me up.” I don’t even know if I’ve read that line in a romance book or something, but just saying it makes me feel like such a vixen. He grunts when say it though, and suddenly, he drives so fucking deep in me and grips me tightly. His cock jolts deep in me, and suddenly, I can feel it.

I cry out as I come again with him, his groans of pleasure sending me over the edge. His hot cum jets into me, filling me up with thick pulse after thick pulse. Panting, our lips come together, and we collapse onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs and heat.

We lay like that for I don’t even know how long, just slowly kissing. His fingers tease over my skin, and I shiver in heat as I melt into him. The moon illuminates the room, and the sound of the surf outside washes over us both. Only our soft breathing filled the room.

He stirs finally, raising his head up to look me in the eyes. Gosh, his eyes were mesmerising. He grins, and that smile melts me as he leans in to kiss me gently. “I’ve got an event in the morning, Angelo,” he purrs. “I should probably—”

"You can stay," I blurted out, immediately cringing at my own words. This was my first one-night stand, and I was already messing it up by inviting him to stay. Wasn't the whole point of a fling fucking like wild bunnies and then go your separate ways.

Right? No feelings, just sex?

He grinned at me, and I felt my face heat up with embarrassment. "I mean, if you want to, I mean... You totally don't have to—" I stuttered.

"I'll stay, beautiful," he purred, leaning in to kiss me softly as his big arms wrapped around me. I moaned into his kiss, my lips moving slowly and deeply against his. But even as I lost myself in the sensation, my mind kept repeating the same mantra: "just meaningless sex." No feelings, no attachment, just pure, unadulterated lust.

…Right? This is just something I had to do. That’s all.

As I snuggled into his chest, I didn't even realize how tired I was until my eyelids started to droop. My head lays on his muscled, tanned chest, and the sound of his heartbeat is the last thing I hear before I fade to sleep.

It's just a fling, I told myself, even as I felt a spark of uncertainty ignite within me. It's just a one-time thing. Right?

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