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the front door opening and closing was what shifted you from half-asleep to a bit more aware of your surroundings. you stirred slightly in bed and peered over to the alarm clock on your nightstand, ‘3:15 A.M.’ staring back at you in LED writing.

before you could move further, the sound of heavy footsteps caught your attention and you turned your head just in time to see none other than Cameron Cade standing at the doorway shirtless and in a pair of sweatpants with his gym bag thrown over one of his broad shoulders.

“did i wake you?” Cameron asked lowly, his voice surprisingly rough, as he walked over to his closet and tossed his gym bag inside with a soft huff.

“no,” you answered softly as you shifted onto your back to properly watch him, “i been awake for a while now.”

“i told you ‘bout staying up late waiting on me, ma,” Cameron sighed as he pulled back the covers and climbed underneath them, pulling them back into their original place while he moved to climb on top of you, “don’t want you losin’ sleep ‘cause i’m at practice so late, baby.”

“i’m sorry,” you murmured, your hands instinctually moving to rest against his upper arms, as Cameron carefully lowered his weight onto you and pressed his body against yours, a soft hum of contentment falling from his lips at your warmth, “how was practice?—”

“don’t wanna talk about it,” the words flew quickly from Cameron’s mouth as if they’d already been sitting at the back of his throat the moment practice ended, and he pressed two soft pecks against your lips before lowering his head to rest in the crook of your neck, “need you to make me feel better.”

this wasn’t an unfamiliar when it came down to Cameron and football practice. he was unethically overworked, and as a QB, it seemed as if he was always carrying so much more on his shoulders than he needed to — so much more than a person could mentally handle.

you were his anchor through it all. you kept him grounded and gave him an outlet to let out his emotions, along with helping him relax when his body was coiled tightly with tension.

“i’ll be quick, baby,” Cameron whispered against your neck, sliding his hands under the oversized shirt on your body that was technically his, as his large palms tenderly caressed your chunky waist and his thumbs grazed the waistband of your underwear, “promise i will… just… can’t sleep without feelin’ you around me first.”

“you don’t have to rush, Cam,” you reassured him softly as you cradled the back of his head and he groaned quietly at your touch, “take what you need from me, baby.”

Cameron inhaled sharply from your words and you felt his body go stiffer as he raise his head from your neck and took a hand off your waist to pull your panties to the side, a string of arousal clinging to them and making him groan desperately at the sight.

“oh, baby…” Cameron sighed deeply as he held your panties aside with one hand and used his other to push his shorts and boxers down enough to expose his dick, “so grateful for you… and this pussy. so grateful for my pretty girls. so fuckin’ grateful.”

before either of you could utter a word, Cameron was already pushing inside you, a guttural moan falling from his lips at feeling your pussy greedily swallow every inch of him and pull him deeper and deeper inside your slick walls.

your breathing hitched and a broken gasp fell from your mouth as you watched his hips slowly push forward for a moment before your eyes flickered up to Cameron’s face, taking note of his glossy eyes and blown pupils.

the moment he was buried to the hilt was when his tension suddenly washed away, and he stared down at you reverently as he leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours, his big hands finding your chunky waist through the shirt on your body and firmly holding onto it firmly.

“i love you,” Cameron moaned roughly as his hips slowly pulled back before roughly snapping forward, earning a squeal from you while your hands grabbed ahold of his back, “fuck, i love you so much, baby… don’t know where i’d be without you.”

despite Cameron’s sweet nothings, his hips seemingly had a mind of their own. he fucked into you like a man starved, the bed creaking rhythmically underneath the two of you while he deeply pounded your pussy.

his nose occasionally brushed against yours and his groans mingled with your moans as you clung to him and he clung to you right back, his hands now tightly gripping your thick hips to pull you into his quick thrusts and help his rhythm while your nails sunk into his back to hold him against you.

“C-Cam!—”

“i k-know, baby. fuck, i know,” Cameron moaned pathetically as he suddenly wrapped his arms around your body and held you against his body, his hips flush against yours while he rocked them back and forth and ultimately created friction between his pelvis and your clit, “you takin’ it so good f’me, mama, just hold onto me… i got you. i always got you.”

to Cameron, you were more than his girlfriend. you were almost like a drug. something that kept him grounded, but also kept him calm and at peace. something that kept him relaxed and let his mind find tranquility in silence. something that gave him a high, but it wasn’t the typical high that anyone would get from a standard drug.

you might’ve felt like a drug, but you gave a better high than others did — a natural high that had Cameron dependent on you to destress him from the trials and tribulations of his life.