Chapter 1: The Morning After
Carly woke with a wicked grin, regret and excitement tangling like silk sheets. Last night had been a delicious tease, but Cameron's text sealed it: stay the weekend at Cameron House? She typed back, 'Fuck it. Yes.' Strong women didn't hesitate forever—they claimed what they craved.
Cameron’s breath hitched as Carly strode in, skin-tight jeans hugging her ass, crop top straining over hard nipples with no bra in sight. Her red hair spilled like fire, Louboutins clicking authority. 'You look ready to ruin me,' he said, voice low.
'Elevator first, big talk later,' she shot back with a smirk.
Doors closed. He pinned her, hand on her throat, mouth claiming hers. She moaned but pushed back, biting his lip. 'Patience, Cameron. Or do you always rush like a horny teen?'
In the suite, champagne flowed. He handed her a wrapped gift—granny scarf and cheap perfume. Carly laughed sharply. 'Wow, you really know how to seduce a goddess. This screams 'I tried zero effort.'' She tossed it aside, eyes gleaming.
'You love the chase,' he murmured, pulling her close, his cock already hard against her thigh.
'Work for it,' she whispered, hand brushing his crotch. 'I'm not some dripping wet fantasy dropping to my knees yet.'
Tension crackled. Carly stripped slowly in the bathroom doorway, heels on, arms crossed over perky tits, shaved pussy glistening. 'See something you like?'
'God, Carly—you're a fucking goddess,' he panted, cock throbbing.
She stepped forward, strong and unyielding. 'Then earn the blowjob, Cameron. Talk dirty or watch me walk.'
His hands roamed her wet heat. 'Your pussy's dripping for me already.'
'Prove it,' she teased, guiding his fingers. The air thickened with sweat and promise, leading straight to the explosive night ahead.
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