Yours to Own and Love

"Okay, a little to the right please, Mr Armani?” I turn to watch as Camden shuffles to the left for the snippety photographer.

“No, my right!” The woman huffs. Camden scowls and reshuffles, and I grin.

He glances over and sees me laughing and flashes me a sarcastic smile back before turning to the camera.

And yet, I keep looking at him. My eyes slide over his perfect jawline and linger at those kissable lips. I bite my own, raking my teeth over it as I remember every single sordid, toe-curling, panty-melting detail of last night. The way he danced, the way he growled in my ear. The way he touched me and kissed me. The way he pulled my clothes off and ran his mouth over every inch of my body.

The way my legs wrapped around him, and the way I eagerly let him slide that huge cock inside of me, making me moan over and over until I came all over him.

I blush, feeling my panties growing wetter and my nipples hardening under my dress. I squeeze my thighs together, my eyes dropping down to the front of Camden's pants, imagining the big dick I know lies underneath—

"Hello! Earth to daughter of the celebrant!” The photographer barks. Camden's eyes snap to mine, and he grins as he realizes I was staring at him. My face burns fiercely, and I quickly turn back to glare at the photographer before anyone else realizes where I was staring. She clicks a few more shots and has us all reshuffle around a few more times before she nods.

“Right, I think that’s all the group shots. I already got the celebrant, the couple, and I’ll get some more of the extended family up at cocktail hour.” She smiles as her eyes land on me. “You know what would be sweet? A few with you and your dad.” I smile, and my dad turns to grin at me.

“Perfect. Yeah let’s get some of those.” Marion lingers, but everyone else starts to disperse. The photographer clears her throat though.

“Wait, Mr Armani. Stick around. After these two, I’ll get some of you and Miss Flynn here.”

I frown. “Oh, I don’t think that’s—”

“Oh, that’ll be adorable, Stella!” Marion beams, “Besides, you two look cute together.”

I blush furiously, and Camden quickly looks at his phone like it’s a pressing matter. My dad growls. “Agree to disagree,” he grumbles.

Marion laughs and kisses his cheek before she steps away. The photographer puts me next to my dad and starts snapping away, and a few minutes later, she beams. “Wow, I got some really nice ones.”

“We’re all good?” Dad says pleadingly. I look at Marion and snort, both of us knowing he’s definitely thinking about going to her as it was already time to dance.

“All good, sir!” the photographer smiles. “But, yeah, you,” she points at me. “And you,” she nods at Camden. “Let’s get a few with the two of you, okay?” Dad smiles and gives me a hug before turning and slapping Camden on the shoulder. “I’ll have a whiskey with your name on it waiting for you, man.” Camden smiles weakly, his eyes sliding over to me as his jaw tightens.

Dad and Marion head off and then it’s just he and I and the photographer. “Right, how about you stand in front of him… perfect, like that. Now, Mr Armani , arms around her please? No, touching her.” She sighs. “No, right on her hips. Perfect, just like that!”

I shiver as Camden's hands settle on my waist and slide down to rest on my hips. His grip is firm, and instantly, all I can think about is this morning, where he grabbed me like this and fucking me so hard and deep against the vanity with that perfect cock. I bite my lip, feeling the flush tease through me and squeezing my thighs again at the heat that pools between them.

“We still need to talk,” he growls into my ear.

“I don’t see what about.” A growl rumbles in his throat.

“You know what about.”

“No idea what you’re talking about,” I throw back. “Now smile for the camera.”

“Okay, let’s get some smiles going, you two!” the photographer’s bubbly voice shakes me away from Camden, and I smile widely, only to feel his hands tighten on my waist.

“Estella?"

" What?” I hiss

“You know what I’m fucking talking about, Estella,” he growls quietly. “Were you seriously a…” I swallow thickly, feeling a heat building at my ear where his lips are hovering, and another on my hips, under his touch.

“Were you actually a virgin?”

“Smile, guys! MR Armani! Hello! It’s a birthday, not a funeral!” Camden swears under his breath, but then he must be smiling because the photographer beams and starts clicking away.”

“Does it matter?” I hiss back. “I’m a big girl, I can make my own decisions —”

“Yes or fucking no, Estella,” he grunts. “And yes, it fucking matters.”

“Why?” I shrug, shivering against him. “I mean you got laid. Do guys even care about more than that?”

“I care about more than that, yeah,” he mutters. "So answer the goddamn —”

“Yes,” I hiss. “Okay? Fine, yes. Happy now?”

He growls.

“Oh what? What the heck are you pissed ab—”

“Because if I’d known, I wouldn’t have.”

I frown and whip my head around. “Excuse me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” “I’m over hee-reee, guys!” The photographer’s annoyingly sing-song voice has me growling as I turn back to flash her a thin smile.

“It means, your first time should have been with—”

“My first time should be with whoever I fucking choose, whenever I fucking choose, actually,” I toss over my shoulder. “This isn’t the fifties or King Arthur’s time or whatever. I’m not some fucking damsel.”

“I was going to say, your first time should have been with anyone but me.”

I frown. “Why?”

“It just should have been, trust me,” he growls. “And I’m sorry.”

“For?”

“I’d have gone slower, if… you know.”

“If you’d known I was a virgin,” I whisper, turning to glance at him.

He nods, and goddamnit, those dark grey eyes of his catch mine, and I swallow thickly as heat pools between my legs. “If you’d known that no other man has ever touched me? That yours was the very first…” I bite my lip flirtatiously. Teasing him is fun. “Cock I’ve ever had?” Camden's eyes spark with fire, and I flush as I quickly turn back to the camera.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, little angel,” he growls.

I gasp, and shiver, but I cover it with a shrug. “Whatever you say.” His hand tightens hard on my hip, and I gasp as he chuckles darkly.

“I know what you’re doing, and it’s not working.”

“And what am I trying to—”

“I don’t fluster, angelo,” he growls. “But I’m pretty fucking sure you do.”

“I do not—”

“So how was it?” he purrs. “How was taking the first big, thick cock in your tight, sweet little virgin pussy, hmm? How was coming all over my fucking tongue for the first time, and then again all over my fat cock?” My face goes positively crimson, and I gasp, panting as I tremble under his touch. My nipples harden, and my panties are freaking soaked in seconds.

Camden chuckles. “Yeah, thought so.”

“You motherfuc—”

“Okay, Stella hon, you’re a little too far in front,” the photographer whines. “It looks like you’re at a junior high dance trying not to touch.” I blush, nodding. “Yeah, just shuffle back a little… yep, just like that.” I move back against him, and gasp quietly as my back presses to his firm chest. My ass settles back against him, and suddenly, my eyes go wide.

Oh fuck.

Camden is very, very hard, his cock throbbing and pulsing right against my ass. I swallow, heat blooming in my face and absolutely melting my panties. The camera clicks, and I glance back at him.

“Oh my God,” I hiss quietly as the photographer takes a second to adjust the settings on her camera. “Are you seriously hard right now?”

“Yes,” he growls right into my ear, making me gasp. He grips my hips harder, and I bite back a moan as he presses his thick erection into me.b“Because this seems to be the second time we’ve found ourselves in this position today,” he growls into my ear. “And the first time left a bit of an impression.” I blush fiercely and smile just as the photographer begins to snap away, blissfully unaware that the celebrant's best friend's huge cock is rock-hard and throbbing right against the celebrant daughter's ass. She takes shot after shot, and I literally have to swallow the moan as Camden grinds against me, making me so fucking wet I’m sure it’s going to drip down my freaking legs.

Finally, mercifully, she’s done snapping pictures.

“I think that’s it! You know, your friend was right,” she grins, winking at me. “You too look cute together.”

“She’s eighteen,” Camden grunts.

“He’s thirty-five,” I spit at the exact same time but he turned to growl at me, "Thirty two!"

"Well you sure don't look like it!" Lies!

The photographer laughs and rolls her eyes. “Well, the pictures look great. I’ll see you later!” She waltzes off, and I quickly turn, backing away from him.

“You did that on purpose.”

He frowns. “Did what?”

“Get… you know,” I blush, and Camden laughs. “I got hard on purpose? That what you’re saying?”

“Yes!” I hiss, my cheeks burning.

He sighs. “Not that I can’t if I want to, but that wasn’t me.” His eyes sweep over me, and I shiver. “That was all you, beautiful.”

I swallow, heat burning through me as my eyes lock onto his. “Well, don’t let it happen again.”

“No promises,” he growls.

“Make an effort.”

“Don’t press that ass against me after you’ve been eye-fucking me then,” he mutters.

“Pardon me?”

He growls, and before I know it, his hands are on my waist, pulling me right into him. He’s not grabbing me that hard, and I could totally shrug away from him if I wanted...And yet, I’m not.

I let him pull me right into him, my breath catching as I fall into his chest and look up into those dark grey , smoky eyes. “Let’s get one thing straight,” he growls, his eyes flashing heat. “I didn’t know who you were last night. And I didn’t know this morning, got it?” I nod, swallowing the heat from my face.

“But if I had?” he purrs lowly, leaning closer and closer until his lips brush my ear, making me gasp. “I would have done it anyways,” he growls, and I whimper. My whole body is on fire, and my pussy is so wet and achingly needy that I’m all but grinding against him. I pant heavily, our lips inches apart.

And then, I feel it—his thick, rock-hard cock throbbing like iron against my stomach. My pulse skips, and I think I actually do moan a little.

“You…” I swallow. “You’re doing it again,” I whisper.

“No, you’re doing it again, angelo. I told you. You're making me so fucking hard,” he growls.

Our eyes lock, my bottom lip trembles, and suddenly, our lips crashed together