“ooh, wassup, big mama?” the sound of Cameron’s voice echoing throughout the dining hall made you pause before you could lift your fork to your lips and you let out a laugh, your head raising and your eyes locking on an enthusiastic Cameron Cade approaching you and your best friend Sierra’s table.

“you always this loud or you just happy to see me for some odd reason?” you chuckled, raising an eyebrow, as you let go of your fork and let it rest in his plate, leaning back into your chair and crossing your arms.

“both. you should know that by now,” Sierra answered your question before Cameron could even open his mouth, a knowing smirk crossing her face while she stood up from her seat and grabbed her backpack before picking up her empty plate and cup, “but i’ma leave y’all alone so i ain’t third-wheelin’ or nothin’.”

Sierra winked at you before disappearing off into the crowd of college students searching the dining hall for a good meal, making you chuckle as you watched Cameron take Sierra’s seat and sit down in front of you.

“anyways, now that yo’ guard dog gone, wassup wit’ you? you comin’ to the game this Saturday?” Cameron asked, raising his eyebrows, as you snorted at him referring to Sierra as your guard dog and you shook your head at his antics, a soft chuckle falling from your lips while you picked up your fork.

“i’m thinkin’ about it,” you admitted as you stuck your fork in the middle of your plate of pasta and twirled some noodles onto the utensil, “why, you want me there or somethin’?”

“of course i want you there, that’s why i asked,” Cameron grinned a little as he watched you take a bite of your pasta, “you know i need big mama there as my good luck charm, girl.”

you laughed at his words and nearly choked on your pasta as you shielded your mouth with your palm while you chewed and eventually swallowed your food, running your tongue over your lips before speaking, “Cam, i told you to stop callin’ me that shit.”

“stop playin’ like youn’ like when i call you that. know yo’ ass be blushin’ when i ain’t around to see it,” Cameron cockily smirked as you playfully rolled your eyes and removed your makeshift shield from your mouth, “speakin’ of ‘stop playin’, when you finally gon’ stop playin’ with me and give me a chance?”

you raised an eyebrow in amusement and picked up your cup filled with Coca-Cola, taking a sip it from your straw before sitting it back down, “Cam, you not serious.”

“how i’m not?” Cameron’s eyebrows furrowed and he leaned back into his chair and crossed his arms.

“because you know damn well i’m practically twice your size. you like a lil’ nigga compared to me,” you chuckled as you gestured between your size and his with your index finger, “i could literally break you, Cameron.”

“and you think that’s ‘posed to steer me away from you or some shit?” Cameron chuckled in amusement as he eyed you up and down and licked his lips at the sight of your big breasts sitting up through your top before his colored eyes flickered up to meet your gaze, “i know what i want and i know what i’m gettin’ myself into. i ain’t no lil’ nigga, shawty.”

a look of surprise mixed with amusement crossed your face and you chuckled as you crossed your arms and a small grin pulled at the corners of your mouth, “wanna make a wager then?”

“shit, c’mon.” Cameron smirked as he rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward, eagerness and curiosity evident in his demeanor.

“if you make five touchdowns at this Saturday’s game then i’ll consider your everlasting desire to pursue me. how that sound?” you asked, grinning, as you raised an eyebrow and Cameron’s smirk widened while he leaned back into his chair again and adjusted his hips.

“so that means you comin’ to the game this Saturday, right?”

“duh, Cam.”

“a’ight. then, that’s a bet, big mama.”

if you knew Cameron was gonna show his ass at that game, you would’ve upped the ante to an unrealistic number of touchdowns. you were sure he’d still find some way of try to reach it, though.

as the football game came to an end, Cameron managed to score seven touchdowns, and you already knew his ego was boosted higher than it already was, but you honestly might not be able to tell the difference since he was always cocky as hell with everything he did and said.

“you think if you would’ve said 20 touchdowns instead of 5 that he would’ve made that many?” Sierra asked, laughing, as she turned her head and looked over at you, earning a soft snort from you while you met her gaze.

“if i said 20, his ass would’ve aimed for 38,” you laughed heartily as Sierra laughed with you and she shook her head before the sound of the buzzer from the scoreboard caught both of your attentions, indicating the end of the fourth quarter and therefore the end of the game, “guess i’ll go down there and congratulate him then, huh?”

“fuck that, give him some postgame pussy,” Sierra grinned mischievously with a chortle as the two of you simultaneously stood up from your seats on the bleachers, “i’m sure he lookin’ for big mama right now, so get yo’ ass down on that field.”

“i wish y’all asses would stop callin’ me big mama,” you laughed as you playfully smacked Sierra’s arm and the two of you started walking down the staircase in the aisle, descending from your high seats, “and i’m not givin’ him no postgame pussy, Sierra, don’t piss me off.”

“yeah, yeah, make sure to let me know how the dick was tomorrow, boo! love you!” Sierra called out with a smile as she walked away from you and looked over her shoulder to blow you a kiss while she headed off the exit, making you laugh while you shook your head and ultimately grinned.

“annoyin’ ass.” you chuckled to yourself before following the crowd and walking off of the bleachers, heading to the field and searching for the one and only Cameron Cade.

after searching for a few minutes, you eventually stumbled across Cameron, his back facing you while he talked to someone in front of him. grinning a little, you walked over to him and made sure to keep your footsteps quiet as you tugged on the hem of his jersey with both hands and Cameron’s head instantly swiveled around, his eyes landing on you while he smacked his lips.

“you childish as hell,” Cameron chuckled, cracking a smile, as you laughed and watched him turn around to face you, his 6’5” stature towering over you while he held his helmet in one of his hands, “you look good, big mama.”

you dressed in a simple black cropped sweater that stopped underneath your breasts and some high-waisted jeans that emphasized the curve of your ass and the thickness of your thighs. your braids were pulled back in a low ponytail and you left one braid on each side down in the front to add to your hairstyle. your lip combo was perfectly applied and smoothed across your lips, no smudge in sight.

if you two weren’t in public, Cameron would’ve pounced on you the moment he saw you.

“thank you, Cam,” you smiled, adjusting your purse on your shoulder, as Cameron smirked a little and nodded his head, “you did good tonight, by the way. out there puttin’ belt to ass and leavin’ niggas on the ground.”

“aye, tell ‘em come pick they dead homies up, you feel me?” Cameron smirked, proudly nodding his head, as he started flexing his biceps and your smile widened, his antics making you laugh, “and ain’t nobody forgot about that bet we made earlier this week either. you said five touchdowns and i went the extra mile just to make two mo’.”

“so you made two extra touchdowns just for me?” you asked in amusement as Cameron smirked proudly and nodded his head, “i’m impressed, Cam.”

“i needed you to know how serious i was about that bet. how serious i am about you,” Cameron’s voice lowered and he took a step closer to you as he reached up and cupped your jaw with his unoccupied hand, his thumb gently pressing against your cheek, “you gon’ stop playin’ and let a nigga get to know you, big mama?”

as hard as you tried to fight it, you couldn’t stop the wide smile that spread across your face and you let out a soft laugh as you studied his eyes and slowly nodded your head, “i guess you earned it after everything you did tonight. don’t let it go to yo’ head, though.”

“mhm, lemme’ come see you tonight then,” Cameron said lowly as he softly stroked your cheek with his thumb, “you stay on campus, don’t you?”

“yeah,” you answered, your voice unusually soft, as you slightly nodded, “i stay in that apartment building by the dining hall.”

“what room you stay in?”

“234.”

“bet. i’ma slide through there after this, a’ight? don’t go to sleep on me.”

“better hurry yo’ ass over to that building and i won’t.”

once you made it back to your apartment, you showered and changed into something more comfortable, which just so happened to be your pajamas. you wore a baby pink matching set that contained a button-up top that emphasized the fullness of your breasts and some shorts that your thick thighs ate up with every step you took. you were grateful the shorts were made of comfortable material or else you would’ve taken them off for constantly turning into panties every time you walked.

your braids were free from its ponytail and cascaded down your back and your lips were free from your lip combo, but they still held some shine since you put on some clear lip oil to keep them moisturized. speaking of moisturized, your body was just as moisturized as your lips were, your limbs coated in cocoa butter with your favorite scent of perfume on your pajamas mixing with the faint cocoa smell.

you didn’t do all that for Cameron, though, that was just how your nightly routine always went. you’d shower, dry off, moisturize, get dressed, and spray on some perfume before heading to your bedroom, and you’ve done it every night since you were a teen.

however, you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t double-check your appearance before leaving your bathroom.

you sat on the couch occupied on your phone with your TV softly playing “The Jamie Foxx Show” in the background, a lit-up candle with your favorite scent sitting in the middle of the coffee table and creating a cozy atmosphere. you were trying to distract yourself so you wouldn’t focus on the impending appearance of Cameron at your door, but it honestly wasn’t working.

you were nervous and you hated it, but you couldn’t help it. this would be the first time you and him would be alone together and you didn’t know what to expect from him, other than his casual flirting, of course.

before you could continue overthinking in anticipation about what was to come, three knocks sounded off your door and you raised your head from your phone as your eyes averted towards your door, your mind already knowing who could be at your door at almost 11 PM.

getting up from the couch, you sat your phone down and adjusted your shorts as you walked towards the door, unlocking it before pulling it open. your eyes landed on none other than Cameron Cade, who was standing at your door in a grey Nike tech with grey Nike sweatpants to match, his hood resting on his head while you caught a glimpse of the white tee under his partially zipped-up jacket. his cologne filled your nose as he stood in front of you with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, his signature smirk on his face while his colored eyes traveled over you.

“‘bout time you got here.” you joked, a small grin creeping onto your face, as you stepped to the side and allowed him in, a soft chuckle falling from his lips while he stepped inside your apartment.

“if you missed a nigga or some, that’s all you had to say, big mama,” Cameron smirked, pulling his hood off of his head, as you playfully rolled your eyes and your grin slightly widened while you shut and locked the door behind him, “yo’ roommate here?”

“nah, Sierra gone for the night. she don’t usually come back after football games.” you answered as the two of you entered the living room and walked towards the couch.

“damn, she yo’ roommate, too? that’s yo’ guard dog, fo’real.” Cameron laughed in amusement as you smacked your lips and laughed with him while the two of you sat down on your couch.

“stop callin’ her that, she damn near like my sister,” you chuckled as you leaned forward and sat your phone on the coffee table before leaning back against the couch, “even if she is annoyin’ sometimes.”

“sometimes?” Cameron’s eyebrows furrowed and he looked at you like you had two heads, making you snort before bursting out laughing.

“alright, Cam, damn, not too much on my girl!” you laughed as Cameron laughed and his lips curled up into a grin while he raised his hands in surrender.

“a’ight, a’ight, i’ll leave yo’ guard dog— i mean, yo’ best friend alone,” Cameron chuckled as he smirked a little and unexpectedly grabbed your thick legs, pulling them across his lap while he adjusted his hips into a manspread, “i should be focusin’ on the reason i’m over here anyway.”

your eyebrows raised at his action but you didn’t move. in fact, you adjusted your legs on his lap to make them more comfortable instead of pulling them off of him, making his smirk widen once he sensed your compliance.

“so what’s the reason you over here?” you rhetorically asked, grinning a little, as Cameron smacked his lips and gave you a knowing look, his hand resting on top of your knee while his other arm rested on the back of the couch behind your head.

“play crazy if you want to,” Cameron chuckled softly, shaking his head a little, as you laughed and your grin widened, “you know i’m here for yo’ pretty ass, girl.”

“i actually got a question, Cam.” you admitted as you shifted a little and turned to face him, keeping your legs draped across his lap.

“wassup?” Cameron asked, his voice low, as his thumb stroked your knee and his eyes remained fixated on yours, not once looking away from your face.

“why you want me outta’ all the girls here? like, it be bitches throwin’ themselves at you on the regular and you still be all up on me like youn’ see ‘em.” you inquired, curiosity in your tone, as you raised an eyebrow and Cameron chuckled, a smirk resting on his face.

“what, you think i’m easy or some shit?” Cameron asked, feigning offense, as his eyebrows furrowed and you laughed, rolling your eyes at his interpretation.

“you know damn well that’s not what i was implyin’, nigga.” you laughed as Cameron smiled at you before laughing with you.

“i know it ain’t, i just like fuckin’ with you,” Cameron cockily grinned as he gently squeezed your knee, “here’s the thing though, them bitches only want me ‘cause i look good and i’m a good ass athlete. they don’t want nothin’ serious with me fo’real, they just wanna fuck me and brag about it in they lil’ group-chats. i don’t know about the rest of these niggas, but i ain’t ‘bout to just fuck any girl that’s throwin’ pussy at me, you feel me?”

“you ain’t like them. you smart as hell and got your priorities straight. you pretty as fuck and you nice ass company, too. it feel good talkin’ to a girl who got gears turnin’ in her head for once,” Cameron grinned, making you laugh at his comment while you smiled at him, “i ain’t tryna’ go on no ‘you just different’ ass rant like the rest of these lame ass niggas do, but i’m on you ‘cause you real. you one of the realest people i know and that shit attractive as hell. you probably one of the only girls on campus that ain’t easy ‘cause you be curvin’ the fuck outta’ me.”

“clearly you don’t give a damn about me curvin’ you ‘cause that never stopped you from flirtin’ with me.” you laughed as you raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms, earning a chuckle from Cameron while he smirked at you.

“i’m glad i ain’t stop ‘cause look where it got me,” Cameron cockily smirked as he gently squeezed your knee again and his arm behind your head moved from the couch to the back of your neck, his hand making contact with your shoulder and slightly pulling you closer, “got me in yo’ apartment sittin’ on yo’ couch with them legs in my lap.”

you were now hyperaware of how close you and him had gotten since you started talking, and it only clicked once his cologne started flooding your nostrils again. the room filled with comfortable silence after Cameron’s words, the only sound being the soft advertisements coming from your TV. neither of you looked away from each other, and you honestly felt like you couldn’t because of how intensely he was staring at you.

he was starting to grow on you and you could feel it.

“sit on my lap.” the sound of Cameron’s demand broke you out of the trance his colored eyes had you in and a look of confusion crossed your face as your eyebrows furrowed and you let out a laugh of surprise.

“what?—”

“you heard me,” Cameron murmured as your eyes searched his face and you noticed how serious he was, which silenced the laugh you had brewing in your chest, “c’mere, big mama.”

as much as you hated to admit it, his nickname for you was starting to grow on you just as much as he was. usually when he called you ‘big mama’, you’d laugh or roll your eyes at him, but this time? this time was different.

as soon as the words ‘big mama’ left his mouth, you felt a faint ache between your legs.

reluctantly, you moved from your position on the couch and went to sit on Cameron’s lap like he asked, your thick thighs surrounding both of his while his hands rested on your hips and your hands found his shoulders.

“and don’t hover,” Cameron warned as you met his gaze and sheepishly grinned, knowing that he caught you about to full-on hover atop his lap instead of sitting on it like he wanted, “sit all the way down.”

“Cameron—”

“what i say?” Cameron raised an eyebrow at you and leaned his head back against the back of the couch to get a good look at you, “sit yo’ pretty ass all the way down, girl, i’m not playin’.”

“…i don’t wanna hurt you.” you mumbled, continuing to hover above his lap, as Cameron looked at you in disbelief and laughed in amusement, his grip slightly tightening on your hips.

you weren’t insecure about you weight. you used to be when you were younger, but as you grew up, you found the beauty in yourself and built your confidence up. however, the thought of putting all your weight on someone made you nervous. wouldn’t you be too heavy for them? would that not be an uncomfortable experience for them? would they even be able to fully support your weight? would you end up hurting them in the process?

so many questions would always run through your mind when it came down to sitting on someone’s lap, letting someone pick you up, and letting someone carry you, but Cameron wasn’t trying to hear any of it. he wanted to show you that he could handle you, but you were still hesitant and he noticed it immediately.

“girl, i hip-thrust shit heavier than you and you think you gon’ hurt me?” Cameron asked in amusement, raising his eyebrows, as he gently squeezed your hips, “i’m not gon’ tell you to sit down again ‘cause if i do, i’ma make you.”

your eyebrows raised in surprise at his words and a small grin pulled at the corners of your mouth as you hesitantly lowered yourself down onto Cameron’s lap, making sure not to hover so you didn’t have to listen to another pep-talk.

as you sat your weight on his lap, you started getting comfortable in the new position. truth be told, you’d never trusted anyone enough to sit on their lap before until now, so all of this was new for you. it wasn’t a bad feeling though. it just felt… warm, and it made your stomach flutter a little at the feeling.

“how much do you hip-thrust, Cam?” you asked in amusement, raising an eyebrow, as Cameron chuckled and cockily smirked at you, his thumbs rubbing your hips.

“a lot,” Cameron shrugged, making you smack your lips at his vague answer, “enough to handle you, big mama.”

you smacked your lips again and let out a hearty laugh at his answer, “oh, my God, you lame as fuck.”

“you on my lap, though, so i can’t be too lame, right?” Cameron smirked, raising an eyebrow, as his hands moved from your hips to your ass and gave it a gentle squeeze, making your hands shoot to his forearms.

“don’t push your luck, nigga.” you chuckled as Cameron’s smirk widened and his tilted his head a little, his colored eyes peering up at you mischievously.

“you sittin’ on my lap and you think i ain’t gon’ grab some of that ass?” Cameron chuckled, squeezing your ass again, as your grip tightened on his forearms in response, “you lucky i’m not hard with you sittin’ on me like this.”

your eyebrows raised in surprise — at his words and at the fact that he wasn’t hard — and you watched Cameron’s eyes wander across your body, his gaze moving from your big breasts to your chunky waist and down to your thick hips. his eyes rested there for a moment and occasionally flickered down to where you were seated on his lap, which was honestly starting to make him hard even though he wasn’t before.

the casualness in the atmosphere of the room was gradually shifting into something more and sexual tension was slowly seeping its way into the air, but it didn’t surprise you. you were honestly expecting it the moment he arrived, but it arrived later than you expected.

“Y/N,” the sound of your name coming from Cameron completely caught you off guard, and it was evident in your face. any other time he was referring to you, he’d just call you ‘big mama’, so hearing him say your name wasn’t necessarily a common thing, “can i kiss you?”

“huh?” the words slipped from your mouth before you could catch them, a small furrow forming between your eyebrows at Cameron’s question.

“stop playin’ and gimme’ a damn kiss, Y/N,” Cameron chuckled lowly, taking a hand off your hip, as he reached up and gently grabbed your jaw, pulling your face down to his but pausing before his lips could touch yours, “i’m not gon’ kiss you ‘til you let me know i can.”

your eyes lingered in his before flickering down to his lips, practically staring at his mouth while you contemplated the decision you were going to make. honestly, you didn’t think too long or too hard because your lips were on his before you knew it, the two of you kissing passionately while your hands moved upward from his forearms to his biceps.

his hand left your jaw and wrapped around your neck instead, holding it with enough pressure to make you hot and bothered while he deepened the kiss. his other hand remained on your ass and he grabbed a handful of both cheeks as he pushed your hips further down into his lap, making you feel his erection through his sweatpants.

“you feel that?” Cameron murmured against your lips as he purposefully shifted his hips underneath you and made his erection press harder against you, “feel what yo’ pretty ass do to me, big mama?”

“Cameron,” you gasped softly, your voice sounding breathless, as you pulled away from the kiss and looked down at your connected hips before looking back to his face, your eyes searching his, “how… how the hell did you get hard that fast?”

Cameron didn’t say a word, but the wide shit-eating smirk on his face said more than he ever could. his hand left from around your throat and his other hand left your ass as he securely wrapped his arms around you and stood up with you against him, holding you up with ease while his hands shifted to your thighs to properly hold you.

“Cam!” you exclaimed in surprise as you tightly gripped his shoulders and he let out a soft chuckle of amusement at your reaction while he continued holding you like you weighed nothing.

“you done playin’ with me like i can’t handle you?” Cameron asked, raising his eyebrows, as you looked down at him and reluctantly nodded your head, a smile creeping onto your face.

who were you to keep playing with a fine ass man who was skinner than you yet could lift you like you were as light as a feather?

“okay, you made your point. i ain’t gon’ play with you no more, Cam.” you smiled as Cameron cockily grinned and leaned in, giving you a brief kiss on the lips before pulling back.

“good, now tell me where yo’ room at so i can keep makin’ my point.”

never in a million years did you think you’d finally cave to Cameron’s advances, but here you were now: naked as hell and spread out across your bed while a shirtless Cameron licked you clean from your second orgasm, both of which were caused by that mouth of his.

guess his mouth had other abilities than talking shit.

“fuck,” you breathed out as you watched Cameron rise up from between your thighs, the lower half of his face completely soaked with your cum while he licked his lips, “i ain’t know you could eat pussy like that, Cam.”

“you wasn’t supposed to know,” Cameron chuckled as he climbed off of the bed, “it would’ve ruined the surprise.”

you laughed breathlessly as you watched him undress, your eyes drinking him in while he pulled off his sweatpants and boxers and exposed his dick.

“you got a condom?” Cameron asked as he climbed back onto the bed and hovered above you, his hands beside your head to balance his weight while his necklaces dangled above your face.

“it’s a box in that drawer. don’t ask how many’s in it ‘cause i forgot.” you answered with a small chuckle as you gestured towards your nightstand on the left of you, making Cameron chuckle while he leaned over and pulled open the drawer.

“how many niggas you done had in this room not to remember how many condoms you got left?” Cameron joked, pulling out a condom, as he shut the drawer and you smacked your lips before straight-facing him.

“Cameron, don’t fuckin’ play with me, nigga.” you retorted, a small furrow between your eyebrows, as Cameron met your gaze and he smiled a little, giving you a brief kiss on the lips before tearing open the condom wrapper with his teeth.

“i’m sorry, big mama.” Cameron cooed, pulling the condom out of its wrapper, as he tossed the wrapper onto the floor and rolled the condom onto his dick while you cracked a smile at his apology.

“i’ll accept your apology when you fuck me.” you smirked as Cameron’s eyes instantly flickered up to your face and he raised his eyebrows in surprise, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“shit, you ain’t gotta’ tell me twice.” Cameron adjusted his body between your legs and his hand gripped one of your chunky thighs to pull your legs further apart as his other hand guided his dick towards your pussy, teasingly sliding the tip against your clit before placing it at your entrance.

he slid in slow, not wanting to rush it or unintentionally hurt you. as he pushed in, your jaw dropped at the stretch his dick was creating inside you, your hands practically clinging to his biceps while his hips continued pushing forward. he stopped once he was halfway in and his eyes searched your face as he looked down at you.

“you good? want me to keep goin’?” Cameron asked softly, intently studying your face, as you let out a heavy breath and slowly nodded your head.

“you… y-you can keep goin’, Cam.” and keep going, he did.

as he pushed further and further, he eventually buried all of his inches inside your walls, a deep groan falling from his lips while his eyebrows furrowed a little.

“fuck, you wet as hell,” Cameron groaned as his hands gripped your thighs and hiked them up to his waist, beginning to slowly rock his hips back and forth, “this pussy so fuckin’ good and i ain’t even been in it for five minutes.”

you moaned at his words and one of your hands left his biceps as you reached up and grabbed his jaw, pulling him down for a hungry kiss. your hands cupped his face and his grip tightened on your thighs as his chest pressed against yours, your hardened nipples brushing up against his skin while you tilted your head and deepened the kiss.

Cameron’s strokes gradually sped up and as they did, your ability to kiss back slowly diminished, your jaw going slack while blissful moans and needy whimpers poured from your parted mouth. Cameron’s eyes flickered open and he stared down at you as he stroked you, his lip tucked between his teeth while he admired your love faces.

“you so pretty, baby. so fuckin’ pretty with this dick inside you,” Cameron murmured as his hands moved from your thighs to the back of your knees and he pulled both of your chunky legs over his shoulders, making you gasp loudly, “shit, you sound even prettier moanin’ for me. you ain’t ever gettin’ rid of me after this, big mama.”

you couldn’t speak. hell, your mouth couldn’t even form words. all you could do was moan, and Cameron was enjoying every little sound you were making with his signature smirk sitting right on his pretty ass face.

the minute he pulled your legs on his shoulders, you knew he was about to make up for all the times you curved him. you could feel him even deeper inside you at this angle, and you were damn near seeing stars from his strokes. your hands clung to his arms to anchor yourself and his hands rested beside your head as he thrusted into you with a passionate yet quick pace, his dick hitting all your sweet spots deep inside of you with each buck of his hips.

“C-Camerooooon!” you whined desperately, your eyebrows furrowing, as your eyes rolled back and your head fell back against your pillows, your body rocking underneath his with each push and pull of his hips while your nails left crescent-shaped markings in his skin.

“i know, baby, i know. feels good, don’t it, big mama?” Cameron cooed, cockily smirking at you, as he leaned down and pressed soft kisses on your face, his lips trailing along your face from your cheeks to your chin and your ajar lips, “this pussy huggin’ the fuck out my dick, pretty girl. she needed to be fucked by a nigga who knew what to do wit’ her, didn’t she?”

Cameron pulled his head back a little and looked between the two of you, watching the way his dick pushed and pulled out of you while your essence coated every inch of him, “mhm, look at that. look at how she grippin’ me, baby. she actin’ like she don’t want me to leave her.”

you damn near ascended under him. it was like he was trying to take your soul and your body was putting up no fight to make him stop. you were practically turning into mush underneath him, your noises becoming less and less coherent while your eyes rolled back so far your irises were no longer visible.

“o-ohhh— fuuuuck— nnnnngh!” you brokenly cried out, your voice cracking, as your eyebrows furrowed deeply and the bridge of your nose scrunched up a little, your stomach muscles beginning to tighten up and your breathing starting to quicken.

“breathe for me, baby, c’mon,” Cameron cooed softly as he leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours, “in and out for me — real slow, a’ight? look at me while you do it.”

your hooded eyes dazedly met his gaze and you started fixing your breathing like he asked, which only intensified the pleasure that was coursing through your entire being. you didn’t know what had overcome Cameron, but you figured that since this was the first time you hadn’t curved him, he was going to take advantage of it and make you feel the best you ever had.

and boy, was he doing the job right.

“and you was so scared that you was gon’ break me… shit, it sound like i’m breakin’ you, big mama.” Cameron cockily smirked, his colored eyes peering down at you, as a grin slowly spread across your face and you giggled through your pleasurable gaze, but it was soon cut short by a loud gasp that ripped through your chest from your impending orgasm — and it was coming fast.

“Ca—Cam!” you whimpered desperately, your legs beginning to shake on his shoulders, as Cameron’s eyes searched your face and it immediately clicked in his mind what was about to happen, making his smirk widen, “i-i’m finna— i’m fffffinna— fuuuck, i-i’m ‘bout t-t-to—”

you couldn’t even get your damn words out because it felt like you were about to explode, but Cameron knew what you meant. he could tell by the way that your breathing had picked up again and how your body was trembling that you were about wet him up more than you did when he ate your pussy — and he was willing to drown in your essence for as long as he could.

“i know, baby, i know you ‘bout to cum. gon’ ahead and cum on yo’ dick, big mama, it’s all yours to have. show me how good i’m fuckin’ you and wet this shit up like a good girl.”

Thankfully, the bus driver followed the crowd out of the vehicle, opting to fuel up with food and drinks. It was just you and Cameron in the first row of seats behind the drivers seat.

“Cameron—“

“Nah, nah, it’s the truth so don’t act brand new. We didn’t start fuckin’ last night. We’ve been sneakin’ around since you took this position those two years ago and it sounds like you’re tryna leave me. Don’t bullshit me, (Y/N)”

Finally, you met his fiery, greenish hazel eyes, he was on a roll. Your irises swirled in soft defeat, trying to hold your ground. How well was that working?

“Is that what it is? You’re not leavin’ because some new opportunity just came up or whatever the fuck. And even if it is some new opportunity, you’re not just getting away from the team, you’re tryna get away from me. I-Is that what I’m hearing? Did I understand that right?”

Cameron Cade’s tone was that of a warning. It was easy for him to use it towards you if you tried to challenge him or push back on something he didn’t want. It was easy to make you feel small and make you crumble. Any oppositional thought you had in those previous moments were quickly diminished.

Despite the breath you took being shaky, you had to mean it.

“Some things just go the way that they go. I can’t control this, Cameron, I’m sorry”

He didn’t need to know that there was no real job opportunity making you leave the collegiate football team.

He didn’t need to know that you’d planned on leaving the state as soon as the game was over and you traveled back home. You’d already bought your plane ticket to move across the country.

When Cameron didn’t speak for a moment and only looked at you, something in you jumped to want to recant your statement, urging to please him. But that couldn’t be anymore. His jaw ticked.

“Just be straight up with me, baby, you know that’s all I be askin’ of you” Cameron began, his tone a bit more softer. “Are you quitting because of me?”

Yes.

“Cameron, no” you met him at his soft tone, hoping it distracted him from your untrue words. You even went as far as laying your hand over his that rested on his knee, “It’s just.. I’m always going to want better for myself. I know that you know that”

Cameron stared at you, truly analyzing the woman he was falling madly in love with. He nodded after a minute of silence and stood up, with his hand outstretched to you, you followed suit.

“O-okay.. okay, well, we’re gonna miss you.. I’m gonna miss you”

You gulped and nodded, putting on your best sorrow filled smile. “Me too”

With his hand still in yours, Cameron pulled you into a hug, his long and lanky arms wrapped around your waist, his head resting on top of your head. You wrapped your arms timidly around his torso, Cameron felt your nerves.

You two stood there for what felt like hours, you prayed for an intervention that pulled you back before your superiors started asking questions.

“But um, before you go back, I wanna show you somethin’, ok?”

Still in his arms, Cameron reached into the pocket of his sweatpants and revealed his phone. With a few taps and a sigh of approval, he was showing you his screen.

All of the color drained from your face and you felt you wanted to vomit.

Cameron let the screen play and clicked the side button on his phone, turning up the volume to full blast. Immediately the sound of your wanton, pornographic moans filled the space.

Loud, desperate, high pitched, and needy. You cried out for the man below you, who you could see watching you in awe.

You watched on in horror as you rode Cameron Cade in his off campus dorm bed. Your back was naked and exposed, your back tattoo let you know it was you.

Duvet covers around your hips, Cameron’s knees bent and forming in the covers, his hands reached up groping at your breasts as your lower half ground. You watched yourself toss your head back, another shrill moan emitting.

“Ridin’ this dick real good, baby girl.. c’mon, gon’ get that nut, you deserve it..”

“Yes, please” you whined before lying on top of the man, your face in his neck. His arms around your waist, hands groping your ass, Cameron Cade on camera began fucking up into you.

“Cameron, ‘m gonna—“

The obscene noises and video suddenly shut off. Your jaw slack and light tears in your eyes as you looked up at Cameron who wore the softest, shit eating smirk.

“You recorded me?” You just barely squeaked out.

“Us, baby. Just a little something to keep on me on those days and nights that I can’t have you”

You watched his gaze suddenly get darker and scarier. His once warm eyes looked at you in pure intimidation and seriousness.

“I uh, just wanted to see how long you were gonna continue to lie to my face just now. I know where you’re going, I know when you’re going, I know how you’re getting there. Now what I don’t know is what you got going on out there but I can find that out too. If I find out you got another nigga out there that’s not me, he’s as good as dead”

Immediately you shook your head. “It’s not”.

With a hand cupping your face, Cameron thumbed away the tear that slipped down your cheek. The tear you didn’t even know was falling.

“Bottom line is: you’re not going anywhere and should you feel compelled to go against me, you can expect for every corner of the university to see that video. All I gotta do is press a button”

More tears slipped out of your eyes, you couldn’t believe this was real. You were actively being blackmailed. Cameron continued thumbing away at your cheeks.

“I’m giving you until the end of the day to gon’ ahead and shut all of that shit down. Cancel that flight— don’t even worry about a refund, y’know I can give that back to you. Unpack those bags, cancel that hotel, all of that. You don’t get to try to restart your life if I’m not in it, you understand me?”

His hand on your face began to tighten, Cameron Cade frowning just a little when you didn’t answer right away. But immediately, you nodded. Cameron Cade smiled and placed a quick kiss to your lips.

“Good girl.. you always know how to make daddy happy. As long as you keep doing that, we’ll be good. Now let’s go before they start askin’ questions”

Cameron’s hand connected with your denim jean clad ass cheek, making you jump.

How fucked were you?

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You tried your best to focus throughout the rest of the drills and training with the boys.

Your role was to help their coaches run plays along with kinesiology, physical therapy like responsibilities. You helped the boys stretch, iced after their games and during halftime, and other skills to help them perform their best.

Cameron Cade found a deep attraction to you as soon as you were announced with your role. Your physique was impressive, hair down your back, a smile that had his heart racing, and knowledge that said you weren’t unqualified. You were his kind of woman. Being only 3 years older than him, your soul felt beyond that, and Cameron loved it.

Sleeping with him that first go around had you both on two different wavelengths after the fact. You vowed you wouldn’t make it back in his bed and Cameron Cade was ready to put a ring on it.

You hated how good he made you feel. Call it a weak moment of desperation and loneliness as to why you succumbed and melted into his advances.

He’d called you saying he had some cramp in his leg and needing the limb properly stretched and cared for. Had you knew what you’d be getting yourself into, you would’ve told Cameron Cade to call 911 instead of you.

With your assistance, his smooth words and soft urges kept you conversing and spilling some guts. He’d found out that you were single, hard working, and happily celibate.. happily?

Conversations turned into conversations with drinks, then turned into Cameron sitting a bit too close to you on his couch. He was on you soon after that. Seductive whispers with the promise to make this moment worth your while, his eyes clouding in lust and determination to have you.

“Let it all go, mama, I gotchu’” He whispered, lips brushing against yours as he fucked you in missionary. “Know you been pent up and needin’ in.. give it to me, baby, show me sumn’”

You shivered at the memory. Cameron Cade knew how to get what he wanted. Every single time. Your push back meant nothing to him, he always won. Always succeeded, it was in his nature.

But his advances didn’t stop after the sex.

He found your number and saved it in his phone. He found your socials and followed immediately. Cameron Cade successfully snuck an AirTag in your car to monitor you. He called a lot, texted even more. He sent photos— regular and explicit, full on nudes and audios of him touching himself, your name on his tongue as he came loudly.

What felt like a harmless crush you thought that he had on you spiraled into so much more. He anonymously sent flowers to your office at the university and bought you gifts. Then came the pet names— baby, babe, my love. As if you were dating.

You remembered him dropping in on you at your office with food like a husband would. Then bending you over your desk and fucking you before he left.. like a husband would.

The scariest part of all of his delusions was a raging temper paired with it. Cameron Cade reeked of jealousy and insecurity. He could tell the rest of his teammates grew fond of you, you were his before he got inside of you.

He picked out the teammate that maybe eyed you too long, made you laugh too hard and took his anger out on them during drills. A hard push, an even harder tackle, and a sack that had one of them almost breaking his ankle clean off of the bone.

“Oh shit, you good? Fuck, I’m sorry dawg, that was an accident, I swear to God. C’mon, let me help you up”

Cameron Cade didn’t mean that shit.

The shrill sound of a whistle took you from your thoughts and from the sidelines of the expansive practice field. Coach was calling a huddle. You honestly tuned out the typical pep talk on game days. But with Coach’s hand on your shoulder, it brought you back to reality.

“And while I have y’all here, somebody on the team needs to make an announcement” Coach turned towards you with a solemn smile, immediately your sunken heart began to race up. “(Y/N), go ahead and break these boys hearts, get it over with”

You didn’t tell Cameron that you’d already informed your respective colleagues that you were quitting. When you looked at him, his face wore a deep frown. You gulped, the sex tape in the back of your mind and the threat that hung in the air.

“I-I.. it’s—“

Saved by the bell.. or rather the sound of the building’s doors opening. It turned everyone’s attention that way. A group of the rival teams’ players and their coaches walked in but halted at the sight of you all.

Coach cut in. “Sorry, Terry, we were all just heading out for you and your boys” Coach turned towards his crowd, “let’s hold that thought y’all. Let’s get outta here so they can practice”

Cameron Cade eyed you with a look of budding anger that you were familiar with. You didn’t stick around for him, instead you were the first person out of the door and out of the building.

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Fear coursed your veins as you continued running. Fear and adrenaline.

“(Y/N)! I’m not fuckin’ playing, get the fuck back here with my phone!”

Tears blurred your eyes but you kept running. It was halftime when you decided to make your move. It was the perfect opportunity to delete that video and drive back home on your own.

You didn’t care anymore.

With Cameron Cade’s phone in your hands, you zipped through the stadium, no idea where you were going. You just knew you had to get away from him.

Somehow you managed to outrun Cameron and find a secluded, empty office room. It was dark and quiet, scattered chairs everywhere. You hid yourself under the desk and immediately unlocked Cameron’s phone.

His passcode was your birthday.

Finding the camera roll, you found more than just the sextape.. but instead, multiple recorded sessions of you and Cameron having sex. You found your own nudes and hidden camera footage from your house. From your bedroom and when you were showering.

Mortified was an understatement. Selecting the files, you deleted them before going into the ‘recently deleted’ and deleting them for real.

In the same breath, a harsh pounding of the door and wiggling of the door knob had you holding your breath. All the noise suddenly stopped but before you could blink, the metal door harshly broke off of its hinges and loudly clanked to the floor.

Footsteps creeped about the room. You knew it was Cameron, you didn’t have to guess.

“Y’know.. I recognize the smell of that Donna Karen perfume I bought you. The same perfume that had me wanting to fuck you just because you smelled that damn good..”

His footsteps continued, you stayed put under the desk, silently praying.

“I know you’re in here, (Y/N), a-and baby, I promise I’m not even mad anymore. Y’know how I feel about my phone and you just caught me off guard, that’s all. But I’m not upset, I just wanna talk to you”

Fear paralyzed you largely. Despite the softness of his voice, you knew his front would be short lived. He continued walking closer and closer to where you were hiding.

Your heart sank at the view of his football cleats from the opening of under the desk. His sigh was loud and dramatic.

“You should’ve came out when I said.. and now I’m pissed again”

Suddenly you were being pulled— yanked rather. His hands grabbed your ankles and forced you out of hiding before harshly taking you by the arms and hoisting you up. Cameron Cade shook you angrily, forcing the tears down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Cameron, I’m sorry” you cried, “‘m sorry, ‘m sorry—“

Cameron put you back on your feet just to suddenly take you by the throat. His fingers squeezed the side of your neck and pulled you to him. His greenish hazels were dark and felt soulless.

“Nah don’t cry now. Why’re you always playin’ with me, huh?!” Cameron yelled, “do you know how good things can be for you if you just listened to me? Let me call the shots, let me make the decisions. Y’know I loved that independent shit aboutchu’ but I thought I made it perfectly clear that it stops with me. But you love makin’ me angry, don’t you?”

You couldn’t speak, your breath slipping out by the seconds. Your hands clawed at his hand on your throat, teary eyes boring into his, you shook your head no.

Cameron pulled you even closer, lips brushing against yours. He whispered.

“No, I think you do, baby..” he softly pecked your dry lips, “I think you do. I think you love riling me up and makin’ me vulnerable”

You only shook your head no once again, somehow trying to convince him otherwise if it meant freeing you.

Air felt precious when Cameron finally dropped you, your body slumping against the metal desk, barely supporting yourself on your feet. His hand snatched his phone out of your grip and began searching.

You heard him chuckle but it was terrifying. “So you deleted everything? All of my shit?”

His questions were rhetorical but you still tried to plead with him. You shakily grabbed for his free hand and pressed pathetic kisses to the front of it. His gaze met yours.

“C-Cameron, I-I’m sorry, I’m r-really sorry, baby” you brokenly tried to say, “are you going to k-kill me?”

Suddenly like a switch, Cameron Cade was a new man. Placing his phone on the desk, he kneeled down to your level, his greenish hazels now soft and full of concern. He shook his head.

“No, baby, not at all” His lips found yours, “i would never.. you just know how short my fuse is but I’ll never hurt you” He kissed you again. “You just made a mistake and that’s okay.. now you gotta make it up to me”

He kissed you once again and with each time, you felt yourself melting into him. You had no energy to try to fight Cameron.

“I want a new video and you’re gonna make it for me, okay?”

You didn’t have a choice at all. You didn’t have a choice when Cameron Cade was propping his phone up and stripping you naked. You didn’t have a choice when Cameron Cade was splaying you on the desk, legs spread and thighs in his strong hold. You didn’t have a choice when Cameron Cade was pressing the head of his dick at your entrance and surging forward.

His pace was teasingly slow, his eyes transfixed between you two and watching his length slide in and out of you.

“Damn, I wish you could see this.. you’re so wet and so fuckin’ tight.. pussy squeezin’ the fuck outta me”

You mewled pathetically, tossing your head back. Cameron reached for his propped phone with the displayed flash and set his sights on where you two were connected. He groaned lowly at the sight.

The flash enhanced what Cameron Cade already saw: your wetness. Your juices were shining a coated trail on his bare cock, a now off white cream color appearing with the more he continued pushing and pulling.

With his phone in his dominant hand, Cameron grabbed your throat once more to anchor himself. His thrusts began picking up: sharper, harder, rougher, faster. Your body jolting, titties jutting up your chest.

“Fuck, baby, fuck” Cameron growled, “that feel good? You missed me?”

You nodded eagerly, a whimper escaping past your lips with what you could since Cameron was choking you again.

“Mhm. Tell the camera, daddy wanna hear you say it”

The flash on his phone had you squinting, it was so fucking bright. Cameron pistoned his hips and fucked you harder.

“Gon’ ahead and say it, baby. You like when I’m deep inside of this pussy like this? Feelin’ me all in your stomach? Talk to the camera”

You bit your lip at the budding, intense pleasure coursing through your veins. It was making your brain short circuit, Cameron huffed when you didn’t respond.

His grip on your neck tightened, his thrusts now slowing. He made out your choked out whine, tears slipping down your cheeks.

“For an independent woman that you try to portray yourself as, you love to act real stupid. I asked you a fucking question. You must want for me to ruin your life and everything you have”

You shook your head vigorously, “n-no—“

“Then you better listen to me, girl, I’m not playin’ with you” Cameron huffed out once again, “talk to me, baby, let me hear somethin’.. I know you want to. You’re creamin’ on me somethin’ serious, this shit gotta feel good, don’t it?”

Somehow pushing your pride to the side, you nodded. “Yes, i-it feels so good, Cam”

Cameron smirked, now upping his pace. “Yeah? Where you feel me at?”

“My s-stomach.. you’re so deep.. you always are..” you moaned out, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Cameron let out a groan of approval, the smirk on his face never leaving.

“There we go, that’s my baby” He pulled you closer by your throat and kissed you, his tongue slipping past your lips and dancing with yours.

It was filthy and erotic.

“My own lil porn star” he pecked your lips, “be walkin’ around like you’re untouched and shit.. like niggas can’t look at you.. whole time, I’m the one knockin’ this pussy out the frame every night. Whole time, you’re lettin’ me do whatever I want to you. Ain’t that right?”

Feeling your orgasm impending, your legs circled his waist to keep him going. You needed it badly. Nodding your head, you cried out.

“Yes!”

“And who can touch you when I’m not touchin’ you?”

“Nobody!”

Cameron licked his lips, “yeah? This pussy mine?”

You nodded vigorously, eyes squeezing shut as the intense build of your orgasm was just on the brink. You prayed Cameron wouldn’t stop.

“You better fuckin’ know it, girl. You can let go, cum for me”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. Your throat burned from your scream, a white heat crawling up your spine, walls around Cameron’s length snapping and milking him.

It didn’t take long for Cameron’s release to show its face. He was right behind you, tipping the edge and spilling deep inside of you with a guttural groan.

He stayed seated in you for another minute before positioning his phone in between you again. The flash showed him slowly pulling out, his seed following suit out and pouring out of your canal. Cameron groaned in approval.

“Look at that.. you always take me so well, that’s all for me” His smile was sick once it met your eyes. What was even sicker was his fingers scooping the spend and pushing it back inside of you, you whimpered at the sensitive feeling.

Once the post orgasmic haze wore off, the tears were back in your eyes again. You watched Cameron get himself situated and slip his phone in his pocket. When he glanced at you, you couldn’t describe the look in his eyes.

He instead moved in closer and took your face in his hands. “Y’know ‘m gonna get my way with you every time. You’re not leaving me, you and I both know that”

All you could do was sob because he was right.

“And should I find out otherwise, you already know what’s happening with this video.. and the other ones..”

You felt yourself freeze, staring up at Cameron in mild shock. “Other ones?”

Cameron Cade chuckled. “You think the ones you deleted were all I had? You gotta be smarter than that, sweetheart. I record every moment we have, I can’t afford not to”

He sickly kissed you on the lips again.

“Like I said.. my own personal porn star.. just how I like it”

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your legs trembled from being held open by cameron’s firm grip. your clit was overly sensitive from the endless rounds of pleasure, and the sticky warmth of his cum smeared between your thighs. you had no idea how long you’d been at it, how many times you’d both finished, or how many times he’d cum inside you.

“one more baby” cameron panted above you, his voice rough and strained

“cam-” you whined, your voice breaking

“you said that last time.” your hands weakly pushed at his chest, but there was no real fight in it. you were overstimulated, and yet the way his cock filled you, stretching you perfectly with every thrust, kept you wanting more. he didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down. instead, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing messy, desperate kisses across your face, your cheeks, your jaw, your neck before moving down to your chest

his mouth was hot and wet, leaving a trail of saliva as he sucked and nipped at your skin, trying to soothe you through it. “Shh, I know, I know” he murmured against your collarbone. “You’re doin’ so good for me tho.” you squirmed beneath him, your hips twitching involuntarily as your body tried to escape the overwhelming sensation. every brush of his cock against your walls, every graze of your swollen clit against his pelvis, made you shudder. but to cameron, it was fucking adorable. he smirked down at you, his grip tightening on your thighs to keep you in place.

“Hey, stay still for me” he hissed through gritted teeth, his voice low and commanding.

you could feel his cock twitch inside you with every little wiggle of your hips, his own overstimulation clear in the way his breath hitched and his jaw clenched

“I can’t” you gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin “It’s too much, cam.” he groaned, his face burying into the crook of your neck as he kept thrusting, each movement slower now but just as deep “Fuck, I know it’s a lot” he rasped, his lips grazing your ear “But you feel so goddamn good. swear I could cum jus’ from this”

you could tell he was just as far gone as you were.. pussy drunk, lost in the way your pussy clenched around him, milking him for everything he had left. his cock was sensitive too, you could feel it in the way he shuddered with every thrust, the way his breath caught each time you squeezed around him. but neither of you would give in, not yet.

it was always like this with Cameron, pushing each other past the breaking point, testing how far you could go before one of you tapped out. and fuck, you loved it

“cam i’m gonna-” you started, but the words turned into a sharp moan as he shifted his angle, hitting that sweet spot inside you. your legs shook harder, your body arching off the bed despite the ache in your muscles

“Yeah? again?” he groaned as he picked up the pace, “c’mon, baby, gimme one more. let me feel you.” your hands slid down his back, nails raking across his skin.

“Fuck. Cam, I- I can’t hold it” you whimpered, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes from the intensity

“Then don’t” he grunted, his lips crashing into yours in a messy, hungry kiss. his tongue pushed into your mouth “Let go for me” and that was all it took as another orgasm came over you, your walls pulsating around him, pulling him deeper.

cameron groaned loudly, his thrusts becoming messy as your release triggered his own. “baby fuck” he gasped, his cock twitching inside you as he spilled into you again, adding to the sticky mess between your thighs.

for a moment, the two of you stayed like that, panting, trembling, clinging to each other as the aftershocks rolled through you. his weight pressed down on you, but it was comforting.

finally, he lifted his head, a lazy, satisfied grin spreading across his face as he looked down at you. “Told you we could do one more” he teased, his voice hoarse. you let out a weak laugh, swatting at his chest. “You’re such an ass” you muttered, but there was no bite in it.

your body ached in the best way, and you couldn’t deny the thrill of pushing each other like this “love you too” he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before rolling onto his side, pulling you into his chest. his arms wrapped around you, sticky skin n all, as he nuzzled into your hair. “think we broke a record this time.”

“yeah?” you mumbled, burying your face in his neck, already feeling the exhaustion. but even as your eyes started to drift shut, you knew it wouldn’t be long before one of you started pushing again.

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈

“Damn baby, why didn’t you tell me you had all this good pussy?”

Cameron mumbled against your bare leg that were currently hiked over his broad shoulder, his voice dripping with admiration a lot sweeter than the way he was fucking you.

The question was rhetorical but emphasised just how much he was enjoying being inside of you.

Goosebumps broke all over the surface of your flushed and damp skin, choking on a whiny moan as your cunt tightly squeezed and pulsated around him. The throbbing sent a shiver down the length of his spine and settled in his bones. A flurry of chopped sobs poured from your mouth as your climax began to climb. You were so close. And he could feel it all.

You would have tried to answer his question but in truth - you didn’t know how to.

The two of you met during freshman in college - sharing the same physiotherapy classes and the two of you instantly clicked. When he first approached you - you couldn’t believe that he’d even talk to you. When you first arrived on campus, his name was uttered in every corner. He was the person to know because of his projected career. You had wanted to keep away from him - you didn’t like attention being drawn to you at all but Cameron just had to be enrolled on your course.

Even worse, he came to sit next to you.

You stilled at just making eye contact with him. Low sitting blue eyes, dimples deep as he smiled, rosy lips begging for attention and from his seated position alone you could tell that he was tall. He made sure that you couldn’t ignore him and you hated that fell for his charm, hook, line and sinker.

The attraction was shared and the chemistry intensified with each interaction but nothing ever came off it.

Football. Girlfriends. Endorsements. A great rookie career - all of it got in the way.

So friendship is what you settled for and you were grateful just to be a part of his journey.

Unfortunately for you, he was relentless. The friendship status did not matter to him at all and Cameron steadily flirted with you like the devil of temptation resided in his flesh. Always hanging around, giving you his undivided attention when you were close. Treating you just on the edges of a girlfriend, yet always teasing the word ‘friend’ in front of you. You always let it wash over you because being close to him in any capacity was worth it.

That attraction however, could not be denied and could not be hidden. And he’d picked up on it and he played with it - he played with you. He enjoyed teasing you. Kissing you on the neck, hands on your lower waist as he moved past you, hugs that lingered. Girlfriends be damned - you were the apple of his eye even if you denied what you were to him.

So that was how you found yourself in his penthouse - on a supposed regular night in with your best friend on his days off. So how you ended up in your current predicament was unbeknownst to you.

A movie, typical gossip, a game of tease.

From there all it took was a kiss.

A soft brush of your lips when he leaned down above you, whispering teasingly against your lips, fingers underneath your chin before gripping your jaw so that you couldn’t shift your eye contact away from him. So that he could see all of that want dripping out of your eyes.

“Do it.” You dared him.

And it was no surprise that he listened.

You had been so determined not to fall into his orbit and now you were on your back, sweating out your hairstyle, tank top ripped and panties pulled to the side as he manhandled you in every way. Your pussy stretched out and creaming around the thickest dick you’ve ever had in your life as you moaned in bliss. Fuck, you loved every second of it.

Cameron’s thrusts were deliciously brutal, his hips snapped into yours as your legs hang over his shoulders. He fucked you like you were a bitch in heat and you sounded just like one. Your mouth dropped open as your cries and whines could not be contained, sounding real pretty for him.

He breathed heavily through his nose at the sight your cream coating the length of his dick. Cam wedged his hands underneath the arch at the base of your back and gripped tight. He used your body as leverage to fuck into you even deeper.

The heat of the bedroom was making you delirious as much as the way his fat mushroom tip was pushing against your softest spots. You were so loud and Cameron drank all of your sounds by shushing you with rough kisses.

The wet clapping emitting from where your bodies connected was getting so loud, Cameron had to look down. His loud moan barely registered through the fog clouding your senses.

“You’re sooo fucking wet baby. Gushing all that good shit all over me, fuuuccckkk.”

You were looking up at him, doe eyed, a soft crease pinching in-between your eyebrows with your teeth biting onto your bottom lip as you tried to control it. He was hitting all of your good spots and it was so intense, it sat like a weight on your chest.

Then, Cameron pushed your legs back so that your knees were touching your ears and he moved to hover directly above you. He used his upper body to contort you into the perfect position for him - ready for his taking and you were in awe with how it left you feeling. The weight of pleasure sinking into your bones, deeper and deeper.

“O-oooh!” You gasped as you pulled on the sheets underneath your fingertips.

His beautiful, blue eyes never left your face as he watched your pretty face surrender into the pleasure he was delivering. Your eyebrows drew together tighter, as if you were about to cry, your lips forming into an ‘o’ form as he slowed down his strokes, letting you enjoy the feel of him. Inch by inch.

Soft curves and hard muscles colliding into each other. Naked,skin on skin - still, felt like there was a barrier between the two of you. The thought slamming into you, nothing will ever be enough, you will always want more. Cameron groaned as he felt the pain of your nails breaking into the skin of his back as you unintentionally brought him closer.

You were begging for him without words and that caused him to smirk in satisfaction. Cameron couldn’t believe you had been keeping this type of connection away from him. The type of connection that quenched your thirst but left you famished for more.

He was brought out of his thoughts by the feel of your trembling fingers tracing his bottom lip, tugging it free from his teeth. He placed a tender kiss on the inside pad of your thumb before his eyes drew back to where your bodies connected. The sight of it caused all of his blood to soar down to his aching dick.

Slathered all over his base was milky white. It built up generously and it accumulated so much the flapping wetness caused his eyes to roll to the back of his head. He couldn’t believe you’d ever get this wet.

“Yeahhh mamas, I can’t believe she’s this wet for me …”

Cameron doesn’t take his eyes off your cunt as he slammed back in, the wetness drawing a delicious drag with drag. He threw his head back as a deep groan left him. The sound was so primal it sent nasty shivers down your spine and settled in your pelvis.

But you didn’t move your hand away from his pelvis as he was folding you even deeper. In fact, Cameron, lowered his upper body until he was completely folded over yours. His pelvis ground against your clit, his trimmed hair brushing your clit - hard.

Cameron was wild in his lust.

He sucked bruising kisses into your neck, his tongue trailed hotly up to your mouth to claim it in a deep kiss. It was all consuming, overwhelming. His long tongue flattened against yours in maddening swipes, sucking the muscle sloppily into his own mouth which made you lightheaded.

Blood rushed to your ears as he ground his hips up again, hammering away at that spot inside you but not enough to make you cross eyed and your hand pressed on his abdomen.

Cameron kept his eyes on as you gasped desperately. Your eyes closed as he nipped at your bottom lip which caused you to sigh softly. His tongue darted out and soothed the sting of your bite before whispering inside your mouth- eyes glazed, “Move that hand, baby.”

You didn’t move your hand but he did it for you. He grabbed your wrist and trapped it above your head as he drilled into you. Your mind was mush the more he thrusted into you so you didn’t even try to think straight. Cameron was so caught up in the moment - not just from the heat of your pussy but how tight and how creamy you were.

Letting out a string of swears, Cameron captured them by bringing your mouth into another overwhelming kiss. His cock aching whilst he swallowed your wails as you twitched and ached around him.

Until you couldn’t take it anymore. Cam gave another harsh yet hard roll of his hips into your swollen opening while he was battering at that tender spot inside of you and then … you were coming.

And fuck! You were coming, hard. Your nails clawed at Cam’s rigged muscles as a swarm of stars completely eclipsed your vision whilst your body went into shock with wave after wave of vicious pleasure.

Your wails were so loud, you struggled to recognise your voice. But Cameron had a clear view to the ecstasy flooding your face he pumped his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into your body. Filthy words of praise and encouragement directly in your ear, prolonging your orgasm.

“That’s it, babygirl … I love the way you’re cumming all over me…”

Tears spilled from your eyes and you were close to passing out when Cam dropped his head into your chest and took one of your swollen nipples into his mouth, his thrusts slowing down in tempo as he shot his cum deep inside of your heat with a muffled groan.

He filled you up to the brim and then popped out your nipple out of his mouth with a satisfied sigh.

The both of you were riddled with tiredness, thighs were killing you, and your body was trembling like a leaf but a grin had etched onto your lips regardless as Cameron placed calming kisses everywhere his lips could touch.

He slowly pulled out, warm yet concerned eyes checking over you for any sign of discomfort as you basked in the glow of the aftermath. Your eyes closed as you sank into the softness of the blankets beneath you. You left his kisses on your cheeks in the tender way that you’d grown accustomed to.

“You okay sweet girl? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, baby. I’m good.” You shook your head as you hummed in satisfaction. You felt him shift away from the bed, leaving you in your peaceful lonesome until you felt him wipe you down gently with a wet towel. You heard a thud as he tossed to rag onto on the floor when he was done.

You felt the bed dip beside you before Cameron slipped up behind you. Your hands reached behind you and brought him closer with a soft hum. You had crossed that line in your friendship and you couldn’t process what it meant for the future for the both of you. But you’d bask in whatever this moment meant for you.

Cameron nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. “We’ll never just be friends after this.” He mumbled.

He was right about that. Nothing would ever be the same.

Your heavy thighs were pinned on either side of his, your sweat and fluids mixing into a moist solution smeared all over both of you.

The pressure of his large fingers shoving into the meaty fat of your ass and his dirty whispers kept your hips rolling forward in slow drags.

“Look at you, a nasty mess for me. Take all this dick, I know your pretty pussy can.” His words laced with lewdness, made sparks ride up from your gaping hole to your throat causing a choked moan to pour from your mouth.

“Fffuck Cam!” The pornographic cry was so loud that you were certain someone heard you outside the car.

“Dirty slut, takin’ all of me and moanin’ my name. You want Daddy to fill you up huh?” He tauntingly cooed, drilling his hips upwards and dragging his length through your sticky insides while his cock head collided with your G-spot.

“Y-yes please!” You mewled, drawing your hips in a sensual motion, pinning your hip bone against his as your walls embraced each inch of iron length.

“Do right then, pretty girl.” With those words came a hard slap, the sound rippled through the air. Your squeal that came along was high and piercing, the impact encouraged you to move faster.

His cock was pinned in place and you rode back and forth, hips dancing and pussy squirming around him. Your hole squirted and squeezed around him, leaving creamy juices riding down him.

His hot tip leaked droplets of pre that mixed with your lubrication, his head was pinned to the headrest, and his hands were digging into your flesh while he swallowed back groans of pleasure.

You towed your hips perfectly dragging over the sensitive veins of his hardened cock, your motion colliding with his bulging sensitive veins, and your walls hugging his inches he could feel his orgasm building at a relentless pace quicker than he intended.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned as the orgasm ran over him, “keep goin’ pretty girl, let daddy milk you.” He choked on his last few words, his tip shooting out hot ropes of cum, painting your tight walls white.

He hammered up, fitting himself deep inside of you and gaining a merciless pound. Your fingers curled around his biceps, fingers pressing deep into the sweaty flesh, biting back the screams daring to leave your lips.

One last tight hug around him then you released. Your cum spewed out of your hole gapping open, gushing out of you along with your cries of pleasure.

“Cam shiit!” The tears fell over your waterline because of the overwhelming pleasure, your eyes squeezed shut and your head thrown back.

After the ecstasy of your orgasms, your head fell onto his chest while you breathed in his scent. His finger trailed down your spine in a somewhat comfortable motion and his nose was pressed against your scalp.

“You good?” His smoky voice cut the silence.

“Mhm.” You mumbled with a nod.

“Alright, we'll clean up and go get those sunglasses you've been asking for.”

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Cameron’s football practices have been long. Longer than usual and it’s been rubbing you the wrong way for awhile but you never said anything.

After he missed another planned date—which was supposed to be movie night—you were officially fed with him. You stayed up on couch with a cold bowl of popcorn, waiting for him to come in.

It was nearly 2am when he stepped in the house. He cut on the lights to see you sitting there, tapping your manicured nail on your knee.

“Baby I mean’t to call but-”

“I don’t wanna hear it Cameron.” You held up your hand before he could finish speaking. “I’ve been listening to excuses for weeks! It seems like every time we plan something, you end up having practice. You’re too busy in the day to try to even make plans, so I really don’t know what to do anymore! And-”

Just as you were about to continue your rant, Cameron dropped his bags of heavy football equipment at the door and walked into the living room. He dropped to his knees in front of you without a word.

Cameron's face was ridden with tiredness as he kneeled there. "Baby.." He swallowed hard, looking up at you. "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize how much this was hurting you—hurting us." His eyes flickered between your furious expression and the uneaten popcorn on the coffee table. The pain he caused was evident.

Without asking, he reached out slowly then gently took one of your hands in both of his—roughed up from practice—and pressed a kiss to your knuckles like a prayer for forgiveness.

He began to direct his kisses to your knees that were pressed together as you sat with your feet under you.

“Now are you gonna keep arguing or let me apologize the right way?” He looked up at you again, more assertively this time. His hands moved up past your knee, and began rubbing your thighs—higher and higher.

Your breath caught and your anger melted away into a different kind of heat. When you didn’t answer, he hooked his thumbs behind your knees and parted your legs.

“Are you gonna answer me or do I have to answer for you?”

“Apologize the right way…” You breathed out. He dragged your body forward to the edge of the couch and gazed at the wet patch on your lacy panties.

His thumb pressed down into your center, making you squirm. “You sitting here yelling at me knowing you’re soaking like you’re in heat.” He mumbled without even looking back up at you.

You couldn't even form a sentence before his fingers hooked onto the fabric and slid them to the side, revealing your dripping pussy to the cold air.

He leaned in, blowing air into that little button teasingly before diving in and licking from your entrance to your clit and wrapping his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth.

“Oh my- Cameron!” You gasped out loud as he suckled hard on your clit whilst swirling his tongue around it.

“Feel good, don’t it?” he groaned into you.

His hand splayed across your stomach, holding you down while he feasted on you. Argument and problems were far gone out of your mind.

Your mind was blank except for the way your boyfriend was eating you out, and it was really fucking good.

“Feels so fucking—shit—good!”

That feeling began to build up in your lower half the more Cameron lapped at your juices flowing out like nectar.

“I’m gonna cum, Cam.”

He smirked up at you and stroked two fingers up and down your slit before sliding them in, joining his mouth in the pleasure.

“Go ahead and cum for me, Ma.” He wasted no time curling and thrusting his fingers while still flicking his tongue around your clit.

Your back arched off the couch the best it could with his hand holding you down. Your words turned into incoherent rambles as he fingered and licked you into an intense orgasm.

“Good fucking job…” he teased mockingly, chuckling after.

“Shit, shit, shittt…” The orgasm was prolonged by Cameron’s fingers that were still plunging into you but now at a slower pace. He made sure to get all that he could out of you.

“Look at all that goodness…” He mumbled and leaned in to clean up the mess between your legs with his tongue. After about a minute, he lifted his head and sucked your release off his fingers.

“I’m sorry again. I’ll talk to Coach, try to get some days off.” He rose off his knees and bent down to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

What caught you by surprise was him scooping you up bridal style and hauling you to your shared bedroom.