RAGE IN ME. | C.C
IN WHICH: Cameron don’t know how to be gentle when it comes to you, and you don’t really want him to.
You'd always been drawn to Cameron Cade's intensity, the way he commanded the field as the star quarterback—6'4" of pure power, muscles honed from endless practices and games that left him wired.
Tonight, in the quiet of his apartment off campus, that energy poured straight into you. At 5'2", you felt utterly dwarfed as he loomed over you on the bed, his large hands roaming your waist easily, flipping you onto your stomach without effort. The room was dimly lit, just the lamp casting shadows over his broad shoulders as he stripped your clothes away, his touch firm but not as gentle.
He didn't waste time. His sweatpants were pushed down, then off. Revealing how hard he already was, thick and begging to be touched.
You braced yourself on the mattress, but he gripped your hips, pulling you back toward him, your smaller frame arching instinctively. "You good?" He murmured, voice low and rough, but there was a flicker of care in it before he pressed forward.
You gasped out, feeling him slide into you.
"N-no Condom?" You utter out, realizing you didn't see or hear him reach into his dresser. "Nah. I wanna feel my pussy."
You moaned, fingers clutching the sheets, but he didn't pause, sliding deeper until he was fully buried, his hips flush against you. "Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, holding still for just a second to let you feel it.
Then he moved, pulling out slow before driving back in hard, setting a rhythm that rocked your body forward. Each thrust was deep, relentless, his weight pinning you down as he leaned over, chest to your back, one arm wrapping around your waist to hold you steady.
"Cameron, slow down." You pleaded, the words tumbling out as the burn mixed with building pleasure. Your thighs trembled, spread wide under his, the size difference making you feel so small, so consumed. You fucking loved it.
He didn't stop. Instead, he thrusted harder, ignoring the plea, his breath hot against your neck. "Can't. Need this." His free hand slid up to cup your breast, thumb brushing your nipple in a way that made you almost cum.
"You're doing so well taking me. Just like that."
You moaned, pushing back against him despite yourself, but the pace was overwhelming. His cock dragging along your walls, hitting deep enough to make your vision blur.
The bed frame shook under his force, your smaller body jolting with every movement. He was raging through you, body to body, like he was pouring everything into this moment.
Midway through he gripped your hair lightly to tilt your head back, he slowed just enough to speak, voice strained.
"You know why I'm like this? That game last week—coach benched me for one fucking play, and it's been eating at me. All that pent-up shit... I need to let it out. With you."
It wasn't an excuse; it was raw, explaining the edge in his thrusts, the way he fucked you like he was claiming territory, driving out the frustration from the field. His hand on your hip tightened, pulling you onto him harder, as if proving he could handle it all— the wins, the losses, everything—right here.
The confession hung in the air, but it only fueled him. He reached around, fingers finding your clit, circling with deliberate pressure. Pleasure came tight in your core, your walls fluttering around him, but he eased off just as you teetered close.
"Not yet," he said firmly, though his tone held a hint of approval. "Hold it for me. You're perfect like this—clenching so tight, giving me everything."
You whimpered, the denial sharp, your body begging for release as he kept thrusting, steady and deep. "Please, Cameron. I can't—it's too much."
He kissed the back of your shoulder, a soft praise.
"You can. You're stronger than you think. Taking my cock so well, making me feel good." But then his voice dipped lower, edged with that degradation you craved in smaller doses. "Don't fight it. Just let me use you a little longer. That's what you want, isn't it? To be filled up like this."
Tears stung your eyes from the intensity, the way his massive frame covered yours completely—thighs bracketing you, one hand splayed across your stomach to feel himself move inside.
You nodded, breathless, as he picked up speed again, pounding into you with wet, slapping sounds that filled the room.
Your orgasm built under his control, his fingers teasing your clit without mercy now, but still holding you on that brink. "Good girl," he praised, nipping your earlobe. "Almost there. Beg if you have to."
"Please," you gasped, voice breaking as your body shook. "Let me cum. Need it so bad." He growled, thrusting even deeper, his control fraying.
"That's it. Keep begging." His fingers pressed harder against your clit, rubbing in tight circles that had you arching, your smaller body trapped under his weight.
"Cameron, please." You sobbed, tears slipping down your cheeks onto the pillow. Your hips bucked involuntarily, trying to chase the release he kept pulling away from.
He was too strong, too big to fight—his arm banded around you, holding you right where he wanted.
The room smelled of sweat and sex, the bed thumping rhythmically against the wall as he fucked you harder, ignoring your cries, his breath ragged in your ear.
"You're mine right now," he said, voice rough with need.
"Taking it all so good. Fuck, look at you— so perfect, clenching around my cock like you were built for it."
Praise laced his words, but he didn't let up, his words wasn’t matching his pace.
Slamming into you with force that jolted your whole body. His free hand gripped your hip, fingers digging in just enough to mark, pulling you back onto him.
The build to your and his orgasm was torturous, your orgasm hovering so close, muscles tensing, his damn near at the brink.
He eased his fingers off your clit again, drawing a frustrated whine from you. "Not yet," he said, slowing down to long, deliberate strokes that let you feel every inch of his cock dragging out, then plunging back in.
"You cum when I tell you. Been holding back all week—practices, that bullshit loss last game. All that frustration in me now mama, and you're taking every bit of it." His voice cracked slightly on the last word, realizing how close he was to his own nut.
You shook your head, overwhelmed, the burn of overstimulation mixing with the ache for more. "Can't hold it. It's too much—stop, Cameron, please."
He didn't.
Instead, he flipped you over suddenly, his massive frame making the shift effortless.
Now you faced him, legs hooked over his hips as he hovered above, sweat glistening on his chest, muscles flexing with each movement. The size difference was stark like this—your hands barely spanning his shoulders as you clenched around him, his cock sliding back in deep with one fluid push.
"Eyes on me." He ordered. voice low and intense, his hand cupping your jaw to hold your gaze. "See how you take me? So fucking brave."
His thumb brushing your lip before he thrusted again, hard, making you cry out.
His fingers returned to your clit, this time unrelenting, rubbing fast and firm as he pounded into you. Your walls pulsing around him, but he held you there, denying the peak. "Beg louder," he said, a hint of degradation slipping in.
"Show me how bad you want it. Don't hide from this." You did, words spilling out in broken pleas—"Please, let me, I need to cum, Cameron"—as your body writhed beneath him, so small against his body, nails scraping his back.
Finally, his rhythm faltered, groans turning guttural. "Now," he rasped, thumb pressing down hard on your clit.
"Cum for me. Let go."
The command broke you—orgasm crashed over you like a wave, vision whiting out as you clenched around him,
You came, all over his cock, some getting on his bed. waves of pleasure ripping through your core, your legs shaking.
He didn't stop, fucking you through it, his hips snapping erratically until he followed, burying deep with a low moan, spilling hot inside you, his body shuddering against yours.
You noticed he came inside of you but really, you were too fucked out to care.
He wasn't done. As you came down, panting hard, he pulled out slowly, his cock still half-hard, slick with both of you.
He flipped you onto your side, spooning behind you. His arm draped over your waist, pulling you back as he nudged his way inside you again, slower this time but no less deep.
He kept his slow pace, letting you catch your breath, sniffing your nose as some tears fell.
He went quiet then let out a huff.
"Im sorry mama. Im so fucking sorry." He said before holding you tighter, pounding into you again.
