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CAMERON’S INTERLUDE, cameron cade.

i think we’ve stopped yearning for gentleman and i wanna bring it back with a darker spin for my cammy baby.

content: explicit sexual content mdni, explicit language, yearning, kissing, dirty talk, pet names, p in v, backshots, cream pie.

you loved how cameron had this elusive restraint about him.

it was so fascinating. how he never overstepped, even while operating inside one of his most forbidden desires. how he wanted you while he stood back and watched his best friend treat you like shit. watched his bestfriend, a sorry excuse of a man talk over you in public like your thoughts were just background noise.

watched him leave you waiting outside restaurants because he was “running late” and never once apologized like it mattered. watched him forget the little things that should’ve been instinct. the way you liked your coffee, the way your voice got quiet when you were hurt, the way your shoulders curled in when you were trying not to cry. watched him take your softness for granted like it was infinite.

and somehow, every single time that man left you in pieces, cameron was there. Not always in obvious ways. Not always loudly.

but there.

maybe that’s what pulled you in first.

cause for once in your life it wasn't the size of the dick of the man in your life or the way their hands felt on your waist.

maybe it was the consistency.

or could it have been the way he brought his own flyness to what being a gentleman meant. how he’d offer you a ride whether you needed one or not, like he simply refused to let you leave alone if he could help it. the way he’d open the passenger door and wait until you were fully inside before shutting it. the way his hand would settle at the small of your back, guiding, never pushing, just enough pressure to let you know he was there.

no it was the way he looked at you.

like he was always clocking something no one else noticed. as if he saw every little shift in your face before you even realized it happened. those stares never felt careless. they lingered. heavy. intentional. like he was memorizing you in real time, the way your face lit up whenever show up unannounced with your favorite food because he remembered you mentioning it once. the way your lashes dipped when you got flustered, the way your body betrayed you long before your words ever could. cameron looked at you like a man already in too deep, but disciplined enough not to drown you with him.

cameron wouldn’t make you choose, though.

no. he wanted the decision to be solely yours.

he’d wait, patiently in that maddening way of his until he saw that you felt the same aching pull he’d been carrying himself. until the wanting in you stopped trying to disguise itself as guilt. until your body leaned before your mind could protest.

because cameron was a man who understood timing. He knew some desires needed to be earned, not forced. And so he waited, not with the desperation of a man who needed you, but with the quiet certainty of someone who already knew you were his.

and when you still weren’t sure about fully crossing that physical line, cameron settled for less in the way only a man like him could make “less” feel devastating.

a soft kiss. one side of your mouth first. then the other.

never quite your lips not all the way. Just the delicate corners of them, where your breath caught and your resolve weakened. slow, lingering brushes of his mouth against skin that felt too sensitive for something so restrained. your lips parted on instinct, glossy and trembling, and he’d only pull back enough to look at them like they were testing his self-control right along with you.

his hand inching up slowly, thumb brushing against your bottom lip this time. a gentle touch that felt like a promise more than anything else. voice was soft when he spoke, almost whispering against your mouth, "when you're ready, pretty girl."

respecting your boundaries like a real man should.

which somehow only made him harder to resist.

it was almost mesmerizing, really, how cameron could be the most menacing sports icon in the world, the kind of man entire industries tried to control and failed…

but to you? he was the sweetest gentleman.

the one that’d pull out your chair, and rung you cell at the most random times to hear your voice. the one carrying your bag over one broad shoulder while tearing a reporter apart in the next breath for crowding too close to you, his voice low and sharp enough to make the entire swarm back up without him ever needing to raise it. the one who made sure you got home safe.

cameron let you choose him a hundred little ways before you ever said his name.

because he always knew exactly how to take care of his sweet girl.

even after giving you exactly what your body had been begging for in the rough, all-consuming way you needed after all these months.

crowded in behind you until there was nowhere left to go. chest flush to your back, the hard line of his body molded against the length of your spine like he meant to remind you exactly who was there and it became harder and harder to remember you were ever trying to resist him at all.

dragging kisses along the sensitive curve beneath your ear, lingering a second too long. all while the chain at his throat brushed cold against the nape of your neck as he dipped lower, the diamond-studded pendant dragging lightly over warm skin before his mouth replaced it.

and every time he shifted, his weight pressed more firmly into your spine, a deep heavy pressure that had you gushing out more of that slick as he slid himself into you. giving you just a few inches to mold around the heavy curve of him as he stretched you out. head tipped back against his shoulder while he kept kissing at the sensitive column of your throat like he had nowhere else he needed to be.

making it almost impossible not to melt back against him.

a shaky sound slipped from you before you could stop it.

then another, quickly silenced by nip of your own lip. trying to hold it between your teeth like it might keep the small sounds from escaping.

"ah-ah, none of that." cameron chided softly, releasing your lip from your teeth with his thumb. holding onto it for a moment before leaning down to press a soft kiss to the spot. “he always kept you so quiet 'bout everything.”

“but i wanna hear everything my sweet girl gotta say...” finally releasing those breathy, broken little exhales that only seemed to encourage him.

cameron’s nose brushed along the side of your throat as he kissed lower, and the low hum that left him sounded almost satisfied. wet lips dragging slow along your throat, teeth grazing the flutter of your pulse before he sucking a blossoming bruise into place.

“stay still,” he murmured against your neck, voice low enough to vibrate through you.

his breath fanning over your damp skin before his lips pressed there again. tightening the hold like he already knew you wouldn’t, strong hands flattening low against your stomach.

the cool metal cascading down your spine as as cameron let you feel the heavy drag of him sliding out of your pussy. the heat of him vanishing all at once, taking it all with him as he eased back to take you in. sliding his hand slow along your chubby side, dragging those pretty blue eyes over every dip and curve of your silhouette.

“so sexy..”

taking his time, savoring the sight of you spread open before him. admiring the way your soft two toned flesh yielded to his thick dick, taking him inch by inch as he buried himself deep inside you. pulling a shaky whimper from your lips, “fuckkk camm—”

"you feel that, mama? that's all me..." low moan escaping his lips once that soft ass finally meets his pelvis. "all this dick, all this attention, all this love—it's all for you. only you."

"you got all of me, baby..."

and it was all him, every part of this feeling, this possession, this slow melt into something you had denied yourself for way too long. curling those fingers around your throat, tilting your head back as he leaned down to capture your mouth in a messy kiss. lips crashing against yours in a desperate, hungry kiss that claimed every inch of your mouth. thumb pressed firmly against your jaw as his tongue slid in deep. scorching as it consumed yours, releasing your lip with a pop.

“w-wanted you so badd.” reaching back, spreading that ass wide, sinking slowly, letting him savory how every inch stretch you open.

"mmm, I know, baby, I know..." he groaned against your lips, his hand tightening around your throat as his hips rolled forward, sinking even deeper. "you been lookin' at me sideways for months, tryna pretend you wasn't thinkin' 'bout me. like you ain’t wanna know what i felt like to be treated by somebody like me.”

“like you ain’t know i needed you..”

a deep, grounding pressure barely settling into your belly finally steadying the dizzy ache building inside you. a pressure that had your back bowing deep, just before cameron took it away. leaving behind the aching throb that had your juicy hips chase after it

and he let you chase it let you drop that ass back down until it connected with him again, the wet slap pulling another broken sound from your throat.

“now look at you..” his hard thrust meeting you halfway as he pounded you into the cushions. “you ain’t even tryin’ to hide it no more.”

fingers grazing as they slid to the back of your neck, spreading there as he held you exactly where he wanted. the filthy wet, plop. plop. plop of skin on skin echoing off the walls.

your eyes rolls back, mouth parting with a crackling mewl as he fucked you into the cushions. deep and steady, while those trembling hand kept yourself spread. revealing the way you let him in easily leaving his dick slick and glistening. his grip tightened at the back of your neck, pressing your face deeper into the pillows with every wet pfft of your pussy oozing around his dick. the same throbbing tip that kept slipping free with every retreat, barely staying in it like it wanted you to know what the loss of gentleman truly felt like.

his voice was low and appreciative each time he dropped himself back deep inside “ooh fuck.. she’s talking to me mama..”

those perfectly manicured nails digging into the chubby flesh of your own ass as the filthy slap of skin on skin echoed off the walls as his pace turned punishing—each thrust hitting that exact spot that had a consuming heat rush through your body. broken mewls ripping from your throat, fractured and trembling. too fucked out to give him anything clearer.

“fuckin’ me s-s’gooddd.. nghhh— s’deep in my tummy”

"and you taking that shit too." his hips rolled forward, hitting so deep inside you that made your stomach quiver. "that's where I be, dead in your tummy, stretchin' all that gushy shit out just for me."

sliding those big hands up your waist lifting your hips to meet every stroke, making sure every inch went where it was meant to go. "promise you it ain’t going nowhere mama.”

a promise kept as your body gave out in the prettiest way. trembling like every once of strength was slipping from your fingers. muscles refusing to hold yourself up much longer no matter how badly you wanted to. aching from the heavy pressure of his body colliding against yours.

and all you could do was feel it.

take it.

let yourself fall apart beneath him.

frown etching deep in your soft features as you gushed out a creamy mess, dribbling rhythmically against the cushion. milky ring clinging around his dick as his thrust grow sloppy, grinding in slow circles, moaning as he filled you up with that thick healthy nut.

dipping low to press hot kisses along your spine. the chilled pendent catching on your sweaty back as it swinging between you. tracing his tongue along your shoulder blades, tasting the salt of your sweat mixed with the sweet scent of your arousal. still buried deep inside you, letting your walls flutter around him. using those same hands that the industry deemed as violent to push your coiled strands out of your face. giving him the best view of his good girl.

voice was low and soothing, "you good, pretty girl?"

giving him a weak nod, coils all wild and stuck to your forehead. eyes barely open as you trying to steady your breathing, mumbling out a breathy sigh. “so good..”

“so proud of you.” *he whispers softly, pressing gentle kisses along your neck and jaw. slowly pulling out, watching his dick slip free, connected by the sticky string clinging to his lower stomach. “you did so good for me.”

his thumb ran over your jaw, tilting your face toward his as he leaned down to press a soft kiss against your bruised lips.

the two of you tucked away in your little cocoon of love while the world deemed him as a dangerous, conniving, disloyal man uncapable of softening for anything. but cameron was only cruel where he thought cruelty was earned.

and he decided you were the only place where tenderness belong.

Candle - Mike Lynch , c. 1973 .

American , 1938-2023

Lithograph , 7.5 x 7.5 in.

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