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  “They’re cutting into my wrists!” She asserted.

  His heavy footsteps crossed the cabin and encircled her. Amy could feel him lower himself behind her and ease her forward. The cuffs clicked behind her and released her wrist. Her arm fell forward, muscles stretching and then seizing up all at once, relieved and flushed with sudden pain. The other arm fell away too, but only a few inches until Camden grabbed it to unlock the other cuff. When it was free, he grabbed her other wrist and held them both in front of her. She was relieved to be free of the cuffs, and even found a certain security in having his strong, even comforting arms around her. She pulled her arms a bit, stretching the muscles and testing his grip, gratified with the results of both.

  “Just take it easy,” he said, in a gravelly voice in her ear. Amy flinched and pulled again with even greater strength, but she only pressed herself against his unyielding chest, every little squirm only exciting her further. She flashed back to the van, the orgasm, Camden sitting behind her, bringing her to a fearful ecstasy. With him behind her again, Amy was ready for more; much more.

  “What about my ankles?”

  He leaned forward, releasing one ankle and then the other. Circulation returned to the burning stretches of her lower calves, and she craved a good, refreshing rub. She even lurched forward, wrists still locked in his hands. Amy pulled her legs in, but Camden grabbed them, inspiring an entirely different reaction. Her legs pumped out in a blind flurry of kicks.

  Camden held her tight. Knowing this, Amy pulled and kicked harder, whining and clenching as she tried to wriggle free of her captor’s grip and grateful that she had no chance of doing it. But she could feel her own energy pouring out of her and into Camden, his strength rising to meet her own. All that power and resistance, pushing and pulling, driving that energy inward again and again, and for Amy, it always wound up in the same place.

  Her pussy was already hot, and with every kick and flinch, and push back against Camden’s rock solid torso, it was only getting hotter. He seemed to sense it, his hands sliding up and down her legs, ready to peel her jeans away at long last.

  Amy heard herself say, “You think you can take me … just you alone … and without tying me up?”

  He smiled. “You’re up here alone with me. I don’t have to tie you up, you’re not going anywhere and we both know it.”

  She pulled and kicked harder, the men silently holding her. When his fingers pulled her blindfold back, the light in the cabin burned her eyes. She blinked hard and tried to refocus.

  He simply said, “You know what I need to hear.”

  And Amy did too, the go word, her authorization in code. “Longshadows,” Amy spat out, “you bastard, Longshadows.” After a mean little moment, Amy rasped, “Now what are you gonna do?”

  “Now I’m going to do what I came here for, what you came here for.” Camden reached over and unzipped her jeans, Amy tried to pull away. Her body twisted, her pelvis pulling back instinctively as his hands reached up beyond the thigh line.

  The jeans peeled off Amy’s narrow hips and small, shapely ass. She even gave her pelvis a little lift to make it imperceptibly easier. He pulled her panties down with the jeans, revealing her glistening groin, thighs pressing together to protect and disguise it.

  “You’re beautiful,” Camden purred in her ear, making Amy writhe and squirm in more ways than the obvious.

  Camden slid forward over Amy’s calves to sit on her upper thighs, his feet craning around in back to pin her calves. From that vantage, Camden could lean forward on his hands, pressing on the cabin floor on either side of her slender hips. It was the perfect position to leisurely lean forward and start licking her bare breasts. His tongue was fluid and fast, and it flicked around one nipple and then the other, the hard little orbs growing even harder and more erect with every wet strike. His tongue became more aggressive with his growing excitement, bringing one hand up to squeeze her left breast as he buried his face into her right, taking it into his mouth and letting his teeth trace its curve, even biting in just a little bit, just enough to frighten her and thrill her at the same time.

  Camden’s oral attention drifting to the other breast, his hand was free to dig down into her crotch, her shifting hips and clenched thighs no escape and no protection. Amy felt herself retracting from his touch, and that contraction created even more hot, clenching desire as his hand was drawn nearer … nearer …

  When he grabbed her legs and held them splayed, separated, and began kissing his way down her belly. Her panted breathing made her lean stomach rise and fall as he licked and kissed his way down to her exposed pussy, hot and tingling, wet and wanting. In some ways, Amy felt like she was still coming from the episode in the van, but that hardly seemed possible. But Amy’s sense of possibilities had changed.

  Camden pushed her legs even further apart, his face finding her pulsing labia. His tongue flicked around it as it had her nipples, fulfilling its terrific, reptilian promise. Amy looked down to see his dark, gorgeous head of hair as he groaned and licked, his hot breath and her own musk rising up around them both. Her clit slipped out to greet Camden’s tongue, and he showed amazing skill at igniting the various clusters of nerves up and down her flowering pink tissue. Amy knew instantly that he’d done this before, perhaps countless times, and its mastery required a certain insight and understanding, a kind of humanity that his brash behavior could only disguise. He was sensitive to her reactions, his tongue prodding deeper.

  Amy couldn’t help but pull and buck, his tongue dancing up and into her sizzling self. He dug deeper, his hands pushing her legs back as far as they could go, inner thighs pulled taught.

  Amy’s calves kicked, finding no target of any value, no way to drive him off and no real desire to. But she was there to act and to react, and whatever her body wanted, she was going to let it do. She knew it was likely to be the only real physical freedom it would have for quite some time.

  Her orgasm riled again, body humming with that intense scintillating vibration, loins aching.

  But Camden wasn’t done yet. He slipped his arms under her legs, just below her ass, and pulled her up off the cabin floor. He seemed to know what he was doing, and he removed his own arm from behind Amy, freeing hers if only for a moment. His graceful command soon had her arms folded in front of her, one single hand enough to lock them together at a crossing point just under her naked, heaving breasts. In this position, her body could slide down just a bit while he pulled her legs and pelvis upward, further … further …

  Camden’s tongue was the first to ever trace the out curves of her ass, and he stretched her out to give himself the greatest access. It was a wet warm that region had never known yet somehow recognized, tongue swirling around and around and exciting nerves she barely knew existed. Her rear muscles twitched, but she was too widespread to clench down. There was only exposure, and Camden’s perpetual insistence, and his stubborn hold on her from behind.

  His tongue went deeper, circling closer and closer to her clenched southern star, the smallest and most powerful muscles of the region twitching and pulling with Camden’s wild work. Her legs pushed, idle kicks finally finding his upper back, doing nothing to dissuade him or to displeasure her.

  Finally, he dove in with his tongue, that long, wet muscle squirming its way into her anus, fearless and aggressive and surprisingly strong, Amy’s legs pushed even higher up around the sides of Camden’s body.

  Her orgasm couldn’t resist the opportunity, the nearly upside-down aspect of her hips, pussy as close to her own face as it had ever been, body quivering with his oral prowess.

  Amy kept shaking, Camden kept licking, but something told her that in this battle, she had the advantage. She knew she could take it as long as he could dish it out, and she was even curious to see how long that would be.

  But he had other things in mind.

  Chapter 11

  Amy

  Camden stood in front of the bed, pulling his own shirt off and tossing i
t away. His torso was thicker, more muscular, untouched by a tattooist’s needle, shaved clean, skin flawless and pulled tight over huge blocks of muscular perfection.

  His pants and black boxers dropped from his strong, sculpted legs, his cock a work of art unto itself. Thicker, longer, it was a perfect expression of masculine strength and aggression. Camden approached her, parting her legs and preparing to enter her.

  She couldn’t wait.

  Camden pinned her wrists over her head, pressing down hard into the mattress with one hand as he positioned his long cock over her face. He grabbed the base and thwacked his dick against Amy’s face.

  Thud thud thud thud …

  Camden pressed his hard rod against her face, rubbing it into her closed eyes, pushing it against her nose, toward her lips clamped shut, seemingly certain to resist him.

  Thud thud thud thud …

  He drove that cock into the nape of her neck, her armpit, dragging it down to her prone breast, beaded with sweat, slick and hard and sliding fast into the space between her perfect breasts. He slid his thick cock into her crevice, pushing her tits together from either side, mashing them against his dick as he shoved in slow and then pulled back, shoved in slow and then pulled back.

  He inched a bit forward and jammed his wet cock further into her tits, pressing them together tightly, raking flesh against flesh, skin against skin, muscle against fatty tissue in a meeting of opposites that couldn’t help but attract. And like the rubbing of a stick against a stone, sparks began to fly, bursting in Amy’s chest and sending her heart into an irregular rhythm and her lungs into a cockeyed pattern. In and out had a whole other meaning.

  Nothing was ever going to be the same.

  Faster, smoother as he raked that cock back and forth, Amy looking down to see his eager head poking in and out of the top of her cleavage countless times a minute, and all she wanted was for it to burst forth with its hot seed before it burrowed a trench in her sternum. She tried to push her ribs up, humping his cock even as he railed her from above, a twist to the side meant to apply new pressure and create new pleasure.

  But Amy knew she’d be called upon to deliver more pleasure than that, and the moment had arrived. Camden backed off further, holding Amy’s wrists and nothing more as he climbed up further, once more thudding his hard, slick cock into her face.

  Thud thud thud thud thud …

  But this time he wouldn’t be content to pulverize her face and neck with his cock. That was outside, and he wanted in. He pushed his long cock into her mouth, her pursed lips opening to take it in. It was a feeble and faux resistance, and she was quick to hungrily take him in.

  It wasn’t her first.

  Amy’s tongue came out to greet his cock, taking her first taste. He was salty and musky, his impatience registering in all of her senses. She could smell his readiness, sense the eagerness of his cock. But she wouldn’t have to wait any longer.

  She took him in deeper, tongue wrapping around his head and the soft skin beneath it. He pushed in and out, her tongue there to escort the invasive phallus as his grinding face-fuck pleased him and Amy too.

  She kissed and sucked and even blew little streams of air against his spit-soaked cock, folding her lips over her teeth for his safety and satisfaction. She lowered the floor of her throat when he thrust it into her mouth, further and deeper than before. But she could take it, that was something Amy was dead set upon.

  And she’d be dishing it out too, soon enough.

  Above her, Camden shifted again, pushing forward to push the bottom of his long, stiff erection against her face to position his hairy sack just above her mouth.

  “You know what to do,” he said, unseen above her.

  Amy opened her mouth and Camden lowered his balls into her mouth, one at a time. She was careful to give him plenty of room, that tight sack so filled with cum and energy that his balls were still, hard to bob on her tongue as she raised and lowered one and then the other. Spreading her lips, she managed to take both swollen balls into her mouth at once, breath wheezing through her nostrils as his scrotum filled her mouth entirely, tongue flexing and wriggling beneath him, churning at full-steam.

  One glance toward her feet brought Camden into full view, and he was getting closer fast, bigger as he went down on her. Amy’s body had never felt more alive, all her nerves crackling just beneath the surface.

  He pushed her legs back, her pussy already hot and wet and ready for his massive member. In an instant, he skillfully unrolled a condom onto his cock, and slipped his head in, thick and round, between her hot, swollen lips and then let it sit there, a tremendous promise of what would come. A lump rose up in the back of Amy’s throat and she threw her head back into the pillow. The moment she’d been dreaming of. She closed her eyes to imagine that tree trunk of a cock as he slid it in just a bit further and then paused again, feeling those few inches pulsate inside her, preparing her pussy for what she knew would be the fuck of a lifetime.

  Camden pulled back and then slid forward again, using just the first few inches of his tremendous cock to make her pussy burn and twitch, clamping down as much as she could over its girth. She cried out in pleasure, “oohhh… yess… give it to meee noww!”

  Her clit struggled to wrap around that shaft as he went from a steady stride to a sudden burst of quickness, a flurry of short bursts that had her clit burning. A few shakes to the side magnified his quick barrage and introduced another long, slow stroke, pushing even deeper into her private darkness.

  The middle shaft was almost as much as Amy could stand, and that slow drive, in and out and deep and wide, made her muscles retract. He pushed her legs up and back, knees pressing against her breasts, and that made his incredible member even more potent. She was completely exposed to him, and he was taking full advantage.

  Camden leaned down and resumed tracing her nipples with his tongue, smearing his face over her breasts, kissing her neck and chest while he thrust from below, a faster rhythm to send pulses of orgasmic energy through her body. The contrast of Camden’s pounding deep inside her and his external stimulation was a combination that enough to bring her orgasm back from temporary slumber, rolling between her hips, rising again to a new and wondrous occasion. Amy had never experienced such a durable, singular expression of her satisfaction. It was as if that orgasm could never be satisfied, that it would possess her body and soul for the rest of her life, a second self, living deep within her just waiting for its chance for another fleeting chance to take control.

  And his cock was the key to unleashing it. In and out strokes were interrupted by circular patterns, mashing that stiff member against her clit from different angles, her tissues burning and flexing around his erection.

  Amy looked up and opened her eyes, she locked on Camden looking down on her with a pitched intensity, his upper body above her, supported by his own pillar-like arms, her legs against his chest, his hips an unseen pleasure factory while he ground his cock inside her, still holding back at mid-shaft.

  Then he sank deeper.

  “oooooohhhh.. my godddd!” Amy moaned out, hypnotized by the sheer sexual ecstasy.

  Amy’s heart nearly stopped when that enormous cock slid further, igniting her tissues, sending waves of pressure and pleasure rolling through her, stopping up her throat. Amy let out a groan, clenching her teeth to silence herself before Camden did it for her.

  “ohhh fuck, yessss! That feels sooooo good” she screamed out.

  Deeper and harder, he generated a quick and steady rhythm, deep and hard and long. Amy’s orgasm pushed its way up to meet that intrusive trunk, bathing it in her scintillating juices. Her lips spread wide and legs spread wider, she tried to clamp down, feeling the strain all the way up the insides of her thighs and the backs of her calves.

  Deep and hard and faster, her body was skewered and immobile, Camden’s little bites on her breasts creating shockwaves that nearly burst her heart in her ribcage.

  “You like that baby… You think y
ou can handle some more…” he growled.

  Amy tried to pull her arms free, to shift her chest away from his face, but she knew he would follow, her body completely engulfed in male energy and power and strength and flesh and muscle, mouths and cocks and hands everywhere, as if she were drowning in a pool of primal sexual aggression. And all that energy was fixed on her, only on her, as if she were the only woman in the world, the last woman on Earth.

  He skillfully maneuvered off the mattress and pulled Amy along with him. Camden held her by the hips, pulling her in as he thrust forward, exploring and filling her deepest crevices. Amy screamed out from sheer physical shock and awe. There was no use in struggling, but there was no physical way to avoid it. Her body was a slave to her orgasm, and her orgasm wanted her to arch her back and kick her legs, to slam her head into Camden’s chest, pout and whimper and spew grunts of agonizing delight. She bucked and writhed as he drove his cock into her with dangerous depth.

  Oh my god, I can’t take anymore, Amy heard herself silently say, can’t … can’t … stop … can’t … can’t stop …

  Camden shook her to increase her pleasure, her whole body like a living vibrator operating for their satisfaction. Everything in her world was shaking, rattling, falling apart, old walls crumbling, her own sense of self shattered and reconstructed and shattered again, cycle of death and rebirth that seemed to roll over again and again, in her crotch and in her heart.

  Amy was still cumming, an unbelievable orgasm, continuous in a way she was only discovering possible. But she’d never been fucked like this, so an orgasm of new and amazing dimensions was only natural.

  Nothing had ever felt more natural.

  Then Camden lifted Amy up and forward, letting go of her wrists and pressing his hands against her back. He seemed to know what was going on, but she was exhausted and nearly delirious, draping her arms over Camden’s enormous shoulders, broad and thickly muscled, her head resting on his chest as her body sank even deeper onto his cock. Her orgasm reacted to it with another burst of release, juices splashing against the inner walls of her body and her soul, getting bigger and bigger with every strike, a bubble that only got bigger every time it burst.