Fuck it!

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Ivan Holloway turned sharply towards her. His eyes widened as he looked down at her small frame.

"Fuck it." He gnarled.
With one swift move, he pulled her to himself and crashed his lips on hers.
Fire and ice, that was what he felt when his lips tangled with hers for what appeared to be the third time.

He kissed and sucked on her lower lip, but it occasionally. Every time Camilla moaned against his lips, Ivan felt a new wave of madness sprout up from his belly.

He had kissed women, a whole lot of them. But none had ever consumed him as she did, no woman's lips had ever left him aching for more, praying for more.

Their hands were on each other. Camilla's lean fingers dug into his blonde hair, making a mess of the gelled strands.
He lowered himself, his kisses traveled from her lips, down to her left ear. He lingered there, kissed, licked, and sucked the lobe of her ear. Camilla felt her skin burn with delight underneath his touch.
She moaned, with every stroke his fingers drew across her spine, every kiss he planted on her neck, she felt her panties dampen. She ached for his lips on hers, but not the ones on her face.
Ivan's hands cupped the curve of her butt as traced his kisses to the nape of her neck.

Exasperated, Camilla held onto the hem of his black shirt. Ivan leaned away from her, looking down at the place her hands clung to his shirt.
When he looked up at her face, her eyes were fixed on the part of his chest the opened buttons exposed. Her eyes were dark with need. She stared at the beauty of his body, his dark chest hairs slipped down his chest, Camilla wanted to run her hands through them, she wanted to touch every inch of him.

She placed her fingers on the fourth button and tore it off. Ivan's sea blue eyes continued to watch her as she worked her way through all the remaining buttons.

Her hands danced up to his shoulders as her lazy brown eyes met his sea blue ones. She bit her lower lip softly, a gesture that caused Ivan to grow even harder in his pants.
She took off his shirt, pulling the sleeves down his arms. He continued to watch her take control. He was enjoying it, every bit of it.

She tossed the shirt away from his body, both ignored the very expensive piece of fabric as it touched the marble floor.
Camilla crashed her lips on his again, leaning into him. His naked chest brushed her aching breasts.

Mad with hunger, she took his left hand and pressed it to her breast. Ivan's eyes widened against her face. She was taking from him and more than eager to give to him. He would give all he had, and take all she was willing to offer.

Camilla broke their kiss and looked up at him. She smiled wryly and pushed his chest until his back crashed into the cream-colored wall.

Camilla lowered her gaze from his face and dropped to his well-chiseled chest. Her eyes danced around his eight well-defined abs. Sweat caused his hair to slip down and cling to his skin.
He was a walking Greek god. A living, breathing, and walking sculpture of Artemis.
How could one man be so incredibly beautiful?
She didn't know, but she was going to have the best of his body tonight. She would touch every inch of him like it was the last time; it would be the last time.

The thought of it caused Camilla's eyes to soften. She leaned down and flicked a tongue over his left nipple.

He was enjoying it, she knew from the way he groaned above her.
She lowered herself and planted kisses down his chest, stopping above his waistline.
Just once, she risked a glance at him. His eyes gave her the go-ahead she needed.
Her gaze returned to his waistline as she knelt before him. While planting kisses below his belly button, she freed his trousers of the belt that held them to his waist, before freeing him of his trouser's zippers.
Aching with desire, she pulled his trousers down to his knees, exposing his hard cock straining against his black briefs. Camilla was briefly overwhelmed and impressed by his length.
When his trousers fell to his ankles, he stepped out of them and kicked them away from them. He would bother about where they ended up later. Right now, there were more important things in his mind.

She took a deep breath in before running her hands down his length. As she stroked his cock firmly, Ivan could see the stars. This was heaven, it just had to be.

Fuck.

She skillfully fucked his mouth. She was warm yet cold, slow yet fast. He couldn't make sense of anything at all.

When he felt himself about to come in her mouth, he stepped away from her.


Ivan lowered himself to pick her up from the floor.
She giggled in his arms as he led her to the king-sized bed. He placed her on it and flipped her over immediately.

He threw her jacket off her skin, allowing the denim to drop to the ground. He ripped the black sleeves of her satin dress and watched it fall to the ground.

She did not have a bra on.

His eyes scanned through her body. Her breasts and aching nipples beckoned on him for his touch, they were bare and fair, just like the rest of her body.

Below her waistline was a yellow panty. His eyes flickered up to her face.

Camilla saw the look in his eyes, he was asking her for a go-ahead.
Impatient, she nodded. She had been waiting for this for as long as she knew him, now that she was here, she would be a fool to turn back.

"Fuck!" She screamed aloud when his fingers came in contact with her aching pussy.
It was wet, slippery, and warm. And it was all for him.
He wanted to take it slow with her but was finding it difficult to. He needed her, he needed her now.
"Please. Don't think twice." Camilla muttered, out of breath.

As he pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy, Camilla clung to the sheets. Her lower lip buried under her sharp incisors, fighting back her screams.

Ivan pulled her panties down her legs, leaving kisses on the trail of her thighs.

When he spread her legs apart, joy filled his eyes.

With that, he slid his length into her. Camilla let out a wild scream.

It hurt at first, but after the hurt came pleasure beyond anything she had ever experienced.
His strokes were rhythmical. Her pussy was warm, wet, slick, needy, and welcoming.

He continued to go in and out of her. Slowly, until they grew eager for more and he increased his pace.
He was mad for her, and her for him as well.
Camilla crossed her legs above his hips, allowing him deeper access. His thick length dug deeper into her insides. Camilla shivered, she had never had anyone like him.

Ivan moaned, he loved that she was willing to accept him.
He felt a current, much more than electricity, surge through his veins. Quickly, he pulled out of her, spilling his seed on the sheets.
Camilla giggled breathlessly in between her panting.
He fell to her side, panting heavily.