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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 5

Instantly, he’s kissing my neck, making me moan at the ferocity of his touch. His hands tug the straps of my dress, peeling them and the top part of it down over my breasts. One hand slides around to cup them, teasing my nipples. The other cups my jaw and twists my mouth towards him. He kisses me hungrily, his hips pressing me to the vanity in front of me.

He reaches down, yanking my dress up to my waist, and I whimper as he yanks my panties down to mid-thigh. His huge, rock-hard cock slips between my legs, and I moan eagerly. I try and spread my legs, but they’re still bound tight by my panties. But he doesn’t need me to. I’m so freaking wet that all he needs to do is push his swollen head against my lips before he begins to slip right inside.

I groan deeply, gripping the edge of the vanity as my gorgeous stranger begins to feed his cock into my aching, slick pussy. He hisses into my ear, rocking his hips forward and driving in, until with a cry from my lips, I feel his chiseled abs against my ass. He groans, flexing his cock inside of me and making me moan before he pulls out, only to thrust right back in.

His hand grips my hip, the other tangled in my hair, and he starts to fuck me. I cry out in pure pleasure, the primal feel of him thrusting and rutting into me from behind making me wetter than ever and ache for more. Over and over, his thick, gorgeous cock slides deep inside of me, stretching me so full of him.

My lips cling to him on every thrust, trying to pull him back inside, and the fire inside of me starts to build and build. I moan, turning my head as he leans in to crush his lips to mine. He tugs at my hair, making me whimper in pleasure and then cry out in ecstasy as he fucks my little pussy hard and deep.

I can feel my wetness dripping from my pussy over his balls, and I start to lose all control. I thrust back against him, one hand reaching back to clutch his hip. He pounds into me, growling in my air, and my entire body begins to tense and shiver. Over and over, he buries his hard cock in my slick, tight pussy, until suddenly, I start to fall.

“I’m coming!” I squeal. “I’m coming!" I scream as the orgasm rips through me, my nails digging into the vanity top and his hip. He groans, thrusting into me hard and fast, his thick cock filling me to the brim over and over. I cry out, one orgasm tripping into another and my whole world melting around me. His arms circle me, holding me tight me as he fucks me hard and fast, until suddenly, he rocks deep into me and roars.

“I’m gonna fucking come, beautiful,” he groans.

“Come in me!” I gasp. “I want to—oh fuck!” I moan as I feel him start to fill me, loving the feel of him pulsing inside of me. His hot cum jets deep into my pussy, his hips pinning me to the vanity as he empties his load inside of me.

We stagger to a stop, panting and gasping, and when I look up at him in the mirror, I blush as I start to giggle. He grins, wrapping his big arms around me and kissing the back of my neck. “Fuck, you’re incredible,” he groans, kissing my skin. He grinds his cock into me, making me whimper before he slowly slides it free of my tight, clinging pussy. He reaches down and tugs my panties up, and I moan quietly as he pulls them tight against my pussy.

“This event you have,” he growls. “I want you to feel me there. I want you to feel my cum dripping out of your little pussy and leaking into these panties.”

I turn in his arms and melt against him, kissing him deeply and wildly for I don’t even know how long. Eventually though, he pulls away from me to dress, which I watch eagerly like a total creep, of course. When he’s buttoning his shirt back up, he moves back to kiss me again.

“Last night was awesome,” he groans. “And today was even better.”

“Am I— I mean, am I going to…” I frown. Fuck, I am bungling this whole “no strings attached one-night fling” thing. I force a laugh to wave it off. “Nevermi—”

He cuts me off with a soft kiss, “I already left my number on your bathroom sink,” he purrs. He pulls back, his eyes locked on mine, and I stare right back at the breathtaking man who’s taken my virginity.

“Have fun at your event today,” he murmurs.

“Have fun at yours,” I whisper back.

And then, he’s gone. I take one second to quickly fix my dress and hair, and then I’m running out the door to apologize to my friend for being late to our appointment.

***

A couple of hours later, I'm in my dress. I walked over to table where some drinks and snacks were. Even though it's a beach party, it was still glamorous. The crowd is starting to fill in their seats, and I grin as my dad walks up.

“Hey kiddo,” he smiles. He looks positively giddy.

“Hey yourself,” I grin back as I hug him tightly. “Happy Birthday, Daddy. "Poor man must have thought I returned alone last night after leaving the event without informing him.

" Thanks, sunshine,” he beams, kissing my forehead before frowning slightly. “I’m just wondering where my fucking best friend is.”

My brow furrows. “Wait Mr Armani isn’t here yet?” Camden Armani is my dad’s business partner, though they know each other from before work, I guess. He used to work for my dad at some other job I don't know about, before having his own organisation. I’ve actually never met the guy, I just know he’s a finance guy like my dad, and a billionaire like him too. He’s also my dad’s best friend, and a special guest today.

“He’s here as in, in Hawaii. He was at the gala. But he’s been missing since last night.” Dad muttered.

I frown. “Well, I’m sure he’ll be here.” Dad nods and smiles at me and then something shines in his eyes. He pulles me to himself, " I want to say thank you.”

“For?” I chuckle, raising a brow.

“For being great. For being the best daughter a dad could ask for.”

I grin, “Well, I do my best.”

He chuckles and gives me a hug, when suddenly he sighs and pulls back, looking past me. “Well it’s about fucking time, man. You know this birthday is about to start, right?”

"I know, I know. I’m sorry, buddy. I got caught up this morning and then had to go and fix some shit back at the office. We’re all good though.”

I freeze at that voice

Hang on.

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