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of her any time soon. “I want to sink
you.”
    “What?” she asked, sure she heard him
incorrectly. Maybe it was the drugs that wafted between them, but
then again he could have really said sink .
    “I want to fuck you, Camille.” He smiled
when her face undoubtedly lit up with a big grin she couldn’t hide.
He wasn’t going to let her go. “Don’t go anywhere. Stay with me.”
Considering she didn’t feel she belonged in the midst of such
chaos, she quickly decided she’d cling to him that night. She was
about to say so, but he continued, “You have to know, and I hope
you appreciate my honesty, that I’ve wanted you for years. I sent
you to an all-girls boarding school and private college in hopes
you wouldn’t date, though I know you have. Sending your mom my
invitation, when I knew she’s in Italy and you might find it
instead, wasn’t the first time I tried getting you to come to me.”
He pinned her tightly against him with one hand, and with the
other, he tucked hair behind her ear before tracing the curve to
her earlobe and down her neck. “I knew you were the one for me that
day we submerged those statues, because your mother’s broke while
yours sits yards from my beach to this very day. I’ve patiently
waited for you, but my patience has run out.”
    He suddenly lifted her off the ground, and
so quickly that Camille found it playful and she giggled. When he
started to walk, she wrapped her arms and legs around him. She
pressed her tit into him the moment his open mouth fastened around
her areola. He groaned against her skin and licked the edible
paint. He sucked harder, rolling his tongue around her nipples and
over it, flicking her nub with devouring greed. Possibly, he was
taken over with lust because his lips were finally on her body or
he was wild while trying to lick away the red and black that hid
the true hue of her pink rings, but he’d have to wait for days
until the stain faded from her body to see what she looked like
bare.
    Because he was strong and supporting her
with ease, she leaned back slightly by arching and pressed her taut
tit into his mouth. After years of fantasizing about him touching
her and suddenly he had her in his grasp, unwilling to let her go,
she rolled her entire body to rub against him, stroking his cock
while he carried her. She rocked up and down, and squeezed her legs
tighter around his waist so his stiff dick continually pressed
against her suddenly throbbing clit. Her entire body was tense with
lust, and each time he flicked her nipple, her toes curled. She
felt alive and free, yet bound by pleasure. Soon she was grinding
her pussy against his stiff cock to the pace of his steps.
    His urgency matched her greed. He licked up
the strap of her licorice bra, and faltered only a moment when he
must have noticed it wasn’t coming off, but then he quickly went
back to tasting her delicious skin. He bit the top of her mound,
bounced her up higher to nibble the crease below her breast. Then
he began to kiss and caress her body, attentively focusing on her
neck, earlobes and jaw. He was driving her wild with passion, he
teased her because he never lingered. When he discovered her
obvious joy of his hot air in her canal and cool breath on her
neck, he carefully bit down on her throat and didn’t release until
he brought her into another crowded dark room, as large as the last
and filled with yet more people. He lowered her to a see-through
water bed low to the ground and encased in glass.
    At least Camille thought it was a water bed,
but as soon as their weight compressed the plastic, citrus scented
gel that glowed orange in the light began to seep from small pores.
Bruce quickly peeled off his tight gold shorts, and threw them out
of the room before sealing them inside. He was about to crawl to
her but stopped. He looked over her naked body, sprawled out over
the bed, and at the same time let Camille soak in the sight of
him—his long, thick, red cock and all. His