Camille
“You’re so damn honorable Jon.” Camille couldn’t stop the tears no matter how hard she tried. She didn’t think it would hurt that bad considering how many times Jon’s magical mouth had brought her to orgasm. But he was just so damn big, she couldn’t deny the pain had been considerable. But now that he stilled inside her, the pain ebbed away, to be replaced with a new burning. A yearning for him to move, to pound into her and make her scream, but this time only in pleasure. “I knew if I told you there was a chance you would convince yourself not to do it, I couldn’t take that risk.”
“My sweet, Cami. You might have been right. But now that I’m inside you, there is no way I’m ever letting you go.” Jon ran his wide hand down the center of her body, from her throat to her pussy. “This body is mine now. And mine is yours. No man will ever touch you but me. And I will protect you with my life.”
Scooping her up into his arms, Jon sat her up on his lap, making his cock burrow even deeper inside her, and making her gasp in surprise.
“But now that the hard part is over, we are going to take this slow. You will look back on our first time and all you’ll remember is the ecstasy I’m about to make you feel, never the pain.”
“God, Jon, I can feel you everywhere. Not just in my pussy. But through my whole body. In my heart. In my soul. I didn’t think it would feel like this.” She sobbed against him, completely undone by the torrent of emotions and sensations.
“Shhh. It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you. Wrap your arms around my neck and hold on.” Jon repositioned his hands to her hips and worked her slowly off his cock until only the head remained inside her. And just as she was about to voice her protest at him leaving her body, he slid her back down his shaft in one slow pull.
The slide of his skin against her delicate inner tissues sent her reeling, and she clawed at his back. “Faster, Jon. More.”
“Not yet,” he growled through gritted teeth, he repeated the motion, using his considerable strength to move her up and down his steel length, each thrust building her into a slow spiral toward an orgasm she wasn’t sure she’d be able to survive. Incoherent words spilled from her throat, along with moans and whimpers as he worked her with a steely determination. He kissed her continuously the whole time, occasionally tipping his head to suck her breast almost the entire way into his mouth before pulling out to her pebbled nipples and nibbling them slightly.
Her hips took on a mind of their own, fighting his slow pace. Writhing in desperation against his hands and cock to take more of him, to take him faster. But he held her throughout, not letting her crazed body take over. Chief Jon Gallo was completely in control of her body.
After what must have been hours, Jon pulled back to look into her eyes, and brought his thumb around to push on her pulsing clit. “Now.”
The flood gates opened. Jon fucked her like a madman, letting go of every bit of restraint he’d held onto for the weeks they’d been holed up in the cabin. The new pounding speed triggered the most intense orgasm Camille had ever experienced in her very limited experience. It wasn’t just one orgasm, but a whole string of them, one after the other, building one on top of the other until she clawed at his back and hair. Once she crested that great climb to euphoria, and began the dizzying descent on the other side, Jon picked up the speed even more.
“So close, Cami. I want to come in this sweet cunt so bad, but not yet. Not until you’re ready to carry my child around inside you. To be tied to me in every way.” The thought seemed to turn him on even more, and she felt his cock swell inside her. “No, I’m going to cum all over your hot body, then I’m going to rub it into you, so every man that comes within ten feet will instinctually know you are off limits.”
Jon laid her down onto her back and braced himself over her on his hands. The new free range of the position had her quickly racing to another climax, and just as she screamed his name, Jon pulled out, pumping his cock two more times before his cum jetted out the tip. Camille watched in fascination as the viscous liquid shot from his body, landing on her chest, stomach, and even her chin. It was the most beautiful sight she’d ever seen, and it seemed to go on for longer than she expected as rope after rope of his seed landed on her, marking her as his.
“Fuck, Cami, look at that, you’re sweet cream is coating my dick. It’s even a little pink with the evidence of my claiming.” Jon growled as he continued to pump his dick, wringing every last drop onto her. “Why does that turn me on even more?”
Not bothering to answer the question, she reached up to swirl her finger in a pool of his cum between her breasts, and brought it to her lips. His flavor burst over her tongue as she sucked the salty liquid off her finger.
“You’re going to kill me, Cami. You’re so sexy, and you aren’t even trying. It’s just your natural way.” Jon collapsed next to her on the bed, sucking in deep breathes, as they both recovered from their intense fucking. He pulled her half on top of his chest, not seeming to care that he was smearing his cum all over both their bodies.
“So, does this mean that I can call you Daddy now?”
Jon laughed loud and long, and Cami smiled, glad he hadn’t taken offense to her joke about their age difference. “Woman I’m not afraid to spank you, so watch it.”
He pulled her in even tighter and kissed the top over her head. Never in all her life had Camille felt so contented and happy.
She knew somewhere out there her brother lurked, wanting her dead, biding his time. But she couldn’t work up the strength to care just at that moment. Not while she laid sated and smiling in Jon’s arms.
***
“Jon, I don’t want to sound ungrateful, because I appreciate all you have done for me over the past several weeks.” Camille walked up behind the now scruffier than ever Chief of Police and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her cheek on his back, as he continued to chop the veggies she had picked that morning. She absolutely loved the scruff he was growing, and the unruly hair that he had no choice but to grow out since they didn’t exactly have a barber down the street. “Especially all the orgasms. But I swear to God if I have to watch another buddy cop movie I am going to scream.”
Her lover’s laugh did nothing to smooth over her frayed nerves. They had been hiding in the cabin for almost two months. And while the last several weeks had been amazing now that they were both open and honest about how much they wanted each other, Camille was ready for this whole freaking thing to be over.
They had sex every morning and night, and usually twice in between. Jon had gone to the nearest town the day after their first night together to stock up on condoms, and they were almost out. The truth was she despised the little rubber devils. She wanted Jon inside her bare, but he refused to give into her most the time, and when he did he always pulled out and came on her chest. As hot as she found that particular act, she wanted to feel Jon let loose inside her, with nothing between them. She wanted his hot cum filling her up, and yes, she wanted to have his babies.
But he insisted she wasn’t ready for that. He talked about her going back to college once her brother was caught. Starting her life over where it had left off, but with him in it. She hadn’t had the heart to tell him that she no longer held any desire to see more pain as a doctor. She’d experienced enough pain to last a lifetime. And though she did plan on going back to school to get her degree, it wouldn’t be in any field as rigorous as pre-med. She wasn’t exactly sure what it would be yet, but she had plenty of time to figure it out.
When they weren’t having sex or discussing her future, they were outside working the land, hiking, or sparring, something Camille had quickly found she loved. They started each day with another lesson in self-defense boxing. Jon had even set up a little shooting range away from the cabin where he taught her to shoot both his service weapon and a shotgun. In the evenings, they watched movies and read books. The problem was they had watched every single action movie he owned, and even a couple of the VHS Disney movies Jon had dug up from Sophie’s old room.
Camille’s cabin fever was at an all-time high. If she didn’t get some form of entertainment that did not involve a straight-laced cop and his quipping reckless partner soon, she thought she very well might pull her hair out.
“Okay, sweetheart. I’ve been putting off running into town for supplies, so I guess I can make the trip today.” Jon rested the knife on the edge of the sink and turned to wrap his arms around her waist, cupping her ass cheeks in his wide palms. “In addition to the food, and condoms we need, I’ll grab you a couple new movies. What are you looking for?”
Camille listed off every rom-com she could think of while Jon made a list. They didn’t talk much about the case, but Camille knew it wasn’t going great, so they could still be at the cabin for a while. She needed to make sure they were well stocked for entertainment.
“Can I take a look at the list to see if I need anything before you go?” Jon nodded and handed over the scrap of paper before heading to their room to grab a shirt and his shoes. Writing quickly before he returned, Camille scribbled down her changes to the list and folded it in half.
“Okay, sweetheart, I’ll be back in about two hours, don’t forget to lock everything behind me, and don’t go outside until I get back.” Jon’s commanding voice sent shivers over her skin. She fucking loved that voice, and couldn’t comprehend how no woman had snatched him up yet when he used it.
As much as she loved his bossy tone, he loved it even more when she gave him sass, so she made sure to give it to him in spades. “Yes, sir. I will remain inside pining for you until your return, Daddy.” She gave him a crisp salute, and tried to suppress the grin fighting at the corners of her mouth.
“What did I say I’d do if you called me that again?” Jon stalked toward her with fire in his eyes. Damn she loved pushing his buttons.
Before she could respond her bent over and lifted her onto his broad shoulder, one hand coming down in a loud smack on her ass. The sharp sting of the spank was softened slightly by her cotton yoga pants, but still made her wet and achy inside.
“Now, when I get back, I’m bending you over that table and giving you ten more of those until your naked ass is red with my hand print. Then I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name.” He set her back on her feet, gripping her hips until she found her balance again.
Camille couldn’t keep the smile from her face if she had tried. Jon kissed her once more, just a fast peck this time, turned and headed for the door, grabbing his keys and wallet off the hallway table as he went. Before he could reach the door, Cami called out to him. “If that is supposed to be some deterrent from calling you Daddy, you’re going about it in the totally wrong way.”
“Woman, you are going to kill me.”