Love Tap(52)

Camden



Her f*ckable lips scream for me to devour them again. One hand in her hair and one on the nape of her neck I’m ready to rip her clothes off and see the beauty of her bare body before me. Looking in-between us I stare at her tits, I have a thing for tits.

Gritting my teeth I pull her top down, her breasts bouncing out. Leaning down I nip at the red bud, and her body arches into mine. Hate and sexual tension race through my veins, as my heart longs for her. I both hate and love her.

How the hell is that possible?

My cock presses into my jockstrap painfully, and I can’t for the life of me wait another second to be inside of Tate.

Letting go of her nipple, I trail my nose up the curve of her body until my lips reach her earlobe.

“Get on your f*cking knees,” I seethe.

Not giving her a chance to respond, I shove her onto all fours, and I position myself right behind her. An unintelligible squeak leaves her lips and it’s my undoing. Using both of my hands I hook my fingers into the waistband of her pants and slip them off her delectable ass harshly. Purple panties greet me, the rounds of her ass peeking out. Letting her shorts flutter to her knees I slide my hands up her smooth thighs.

Growling I fist the panties in one hand the material bunching in the crack of her ass like a thong. All these females I’ve slept with over the years are little girls compared to Tate. None of them can deliver what I need, an urge Tate ignited in me when I was sixteen years old, a passion that only Tate can fulfill. If only she knew she was as rare as her love.

“Spread your legs for me,” I demand huskily. She does as I say, and parts her knees further apart. I pull on the fabric of her panties, and it slips in-between her * lips.

“I’m going to hate f*ck you, Tate,” I warn her.

Taking my eyes off her body I look at her, finding heavy eyes looking back. She doesn’t tell me to stop, she doesn’t even look concerned. It fuels my desire to drive my dick into her without remorse.

Using my other hand I fist her ponytail and jerk as hard as I can, gritting my teeth.

“One thing about MMA fighters,” I pant. “We don’t do anything soft, do we?”

Tate

The hairs on my head snap, and the pain rushes down my back targeting right between my legs. He tugs on my panties again, the fabric rubbing against my clit just right I can’t help but hiss through my teeth it feels so good. I’m so wet and ready my body is vibrating with the arousal.

His grip on my hair so strong my neck strains backward until my eyes lock on his. I watch as he unties his shorts, letting them pool around his feet, his hold on my hair still strong. The white cup to protect himself is busting at the seams as his length presses against it. Pulling on the straps he tugs it down, and his massive length stands at attention. It had to have grown at least two inches since I last saw it.

He pulls my panties to the side instead of pulling them down, and thrusts a single thick finger through my wetness.

The head of his cock presses against my opening and I tense, preparing for the f*cking of my life. On a quick inhale his cock barrels through my opening with force.

His size stretches me, a burning sensation mixed with pleasure swirling into one confused moan erupting through me. He fills me fully before pulling out and thrusting forward so hard I face plant into the mat. The games, the buildup, and pure tension have led to this. It won’t be delicate, and it won’t be sensual. This is a reunion of two lovers who are ending a long lasting fight the only way they know how. Rough sex.

His fingers dig into my ass cheeks as he uses them to push and pull me into his thrusts.

My ass fits into his hips perfectly. The gym filled with nothing but the sound of our sweaty bodies smacking into each other and our heavy panting.

Pulling myself onto my knees, I reach above me with both hands, one hand pulling his hair, the other scratching any skin my nails can make contact with.

He pulls back slowly and pushes forward with long deliberate strokes. My insides clench him fiercely. My arms shake, my knees tremble, and I moan as an orgasm rips through me so hard I can barely hear the growl tearing from Camden’s mouth as he comes with me. We still, trying to catch our breath.

Looking over my shoulder Camden slips out of me with ease and droplets of him drip down my thigh. Reaching behind me I situate my panties back to where they belong, and pull my pants up over my behind.

Looking at Camden he’s dressing too, his mouth parted sexily as he eyes me with hooded eyes.

“You know, I went to LA looking for you.”

My eyes cut to his, my breath hitching in my throat. “What?”

He stands tall, his hands on his hips as he breathes heavily.

“Yeah, when I got there and saw you sitting in class… I knew then that you deserved much more than I could ever give you.” Guilt washes over me and I avert my eyes.

I could tell him the same thing I’ve already told him, that I left and didn’t reply back to his texts because I didn’t want to drag him down, but no matter the way you look at it… I left him behind.

“I’m really sorry Camden,” I whisper.

Looking at me his eyes darken with something unfamiliar before he looks away.

“Every day I tortured myself, wondering who you were with and if you were doing things that I taught you with other men.” He gives me a sideways glance, his lips pursed. Camden always led the way when we were younger, telling me where to position my hips, and how to move my body. He swore it was because he watched a lot of porn, but either way, he knew what he was doing in the sheets. We both like it rough, and Camden delivered the most kinky of things.