Chapter 5 “Amelia?” I blink the haze away when I see Camden hovering over me, his lips wet, proof of why I fell unconscious. I hide my face in my hands, embarrassed of what just happened. “Oh my god, this is my worst nightmare.” “Are you kidding? It’s a stroke on my ego. I made you orgasm so hard, you blacked out for few seconds. And can I just say,” he brings his mouth to mine and mutters, “You taste like heaven. You taste like mine. Taste yourself.” He kisses me, parting my lips with his tongue, sharing what makes him so ravenous. “Mmm,” I say in surprise when I like what I taste. I deepen the kiss, wanting more, but Camden pulls away, standing over me like a god. His abs gleam in the lowlight of my room and his cock is still hidden beneath those grey shorts. There is a large wet spot on the front, pooling directly where his tip is. My imagination was right about one thing. His cock is huge. His hand cups the large beast, giving it a good shake. “Take my pants off.
Chapter 6 “I could look into your green eyes for the rest of my life,” he says and it’s sweet, something I wasn’t expecting at a moment like this. He lays me down, kicking of his sweats, and cages my head in with his arms, holding the majority of his weight. He peppers my face with kisses and slows things down, turning the heat from scorching hot, to a passionate simmer. “It’s going to hurt at first, but I promise to make you feel good.” “You’ve already made me feel good,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck as he settles between my legs. One of his hands disappears and it’s to guide his cock to my entrance. I gasp, holding my breath when I feel the tip stretching me and the slight pressure from the piercing entering me. If I never get to have Camden again, this night will be the best night of my life. I know no other man will compare to him. “Are you ready?” “I’m always ready for you,” I reply, my mouth dropping open on a painful, but at the same time, pleasurable
Epilogue It’s Sunday night now. I only get one more night of him holding me before our normal lives take over. “Come with me,” he says, popping his arm up on the bed as he rubs his finger around my nipple. We just made love for the hundredth time in two days. I’m sore and aching in all the right places and I want it to be like that for the rest of my life. “What?” I turn to face him. “You have work.” “I can leave. I have enough money to start a business somewhere else if I wanted.” “Your son—” “He can visit. He is an adult now. I’ll always be there if he needs me, but my life is starting again, with you.” Right as I open my mouth to say yes, the door slams shut and I sit up in bed. No. “Amelia! Camden!” My dad roars so loud it shakes the house. “Oh, no.” I cover my mouth. “It’s going to be okay.” He covers me up with a blanket and puts on his pants just when my dad opens the door with my mom crying behind him. “So it’s true.” His face turns red. “I didn’t want to
**HOLLY** She had just turned nineteen and yet, walking the street, any passer-by would swear she couldn’t be older than sixteen. Sweet sixteen. That was probably why she always got away with so much—her small body and big puppy-dog eyes were hard to say no to. She was liked by everyone who met her and cherished by all those in her life. And yet, Holly had never actually been in love. She swore it was because she looked so young, and that nobody took her seriously. When she dressed up for a night out on the town, she looked like a young girl that was trying too hard. She was desperate for someone to call her ‘sexy’ rather than always calling her ‘cute.’ She was certainly pretty, though—that much was hard to ignore. Holly was small in stature, with short perky breasts to match her frame, beautiful long brown hair, and big green eyes that seemed too big for her face but made her look like an angel. She was breathtaking, and once you laid eyes on her, she was hard to forget. What
CHAPTER 2 Holly spent the next two hours preparing herself, determined to strike the right balance between looking sexy and remaining true to who she was. After a long, vigorous bath that left her skin soft and flushed, she stood in front of her closet, deliberating over her choices. She didn’t want to overdress like last time, where she’d felt out of place. This time, she chose a sleek black dress that had never seen the light of day. The dress was simple yet perfect for her body, hugging her waist and thighs just right, the hem stopping modestly just before her knees. The neckline dipped low enough to hint at her cleavage, despite her small breasts, which were subtly lifted by the fabric's snug fit. She slipped on red heels—not too high, just enough to elevate her—and paired them with small red button earrings, deciding against any other jewelry to keep the look understated. Holly tied her hair into a high ponytail, the long strands swaying as she moved, brushing her lower
CHAPTER 3 The next evening, while Holly was gearing herself for a night on the couch, her phone rang. *Not again*, she thought and went to pick it up. “No, no, I’m not going clubbing again,” she said into the phone, assuming it was Chantelle asking her to go out again. Knowing Chantelle, that was exactly the kind of thing she’d do. “Oh, I agree, I’m definitely not in the mood to go to a club. Once this month was definitely enough.” The voice on the other end was definitely not Chantelle’s. The deep male voice was unmistakable. “Aaron?” she asked, thankful that he couldn’t see how nervous she suddenly was. She kicked herself for saying his name, as it made it seem as if no other man would phone her or as if she had been waiting for his call. “Chantelle told me that she gave you my number,” she quickly added. “Um, hi.” “Hi,” he said and chuckled. “I’m sorry for going behind your back after you so blatantly said no to me. But I’m not one to give up. Also, I just wanted to kn
CHAPTER 4 She nodded back. This was not at all how she had envisioned the evening going, and yet she was going along with it as if it was what she had wanted all along. Who knew, maybe she did want this. She thought that he might start kissing her again or try to take off her clothes, but instead, he sat back down on the couch and instructed her to stay where she was. Then he told her to start taking off her clothes slowly. She did as she was told, while the whole time she felt his eyes on her, watching her every move. There was something so incredibly nerve-wracking and exciting about this whole exchange, and she knew that he was enjoying it as much as she was. She took her shoes off first—this part was not quite as sexy as she’d have liked, but there was nothing to be done about that. Then she took off her cotton shirt and her jeans. After that, she stood in front of him in just her bra and panties. Thankfully they were matching, but they were certainly nothing special, just s
--- **AARON** Aaron has always been a bit of a domineering type of guy. Not in the bully type of way, but he just always liked to be the one that took charge of situations. When he first laid eyes on the beautiful Holly, he just knew that he had to have her. There was something about her that was so different from all the other girls at the club. She looked completely out of place, yet it was obvious that she was trying to have a good night to make her friend happy. He liked that about her, the fact that she was putting someone else before her own wants and needs. She was also the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Sure, she was young, but she exuded a maturity that most older women didn’t even have. He was normally quite confident, but he had no idea how to approach her. It was pure luck that she ended up on the couch next to him that night, allowing him to finally make his move. As it turned out, his move wasn’t very good because, at the end of the night, she