Camren smut (g!p)

The Booty Call (Lauren g!p)

Camila's POV

I inhaled nervously as I debated whether to send the text. "You up?" it said. I know, literally the most cliche booty call on the planet, but I couldn't help it. It was two in the morning, I was a bit drunk, we'd been broken up for about four weeks and, quite frankly, I was horny as fuck.

It hurt at first. It hurt worse than anything I'd ever felt in my life. Getting dumped. There's a reason they call it 'dumped.' She was the first girl I'd ever really had feelings for (maybe it was love, but we never got quite far). All I know is that I was crushed. Literally, it felt like my heart was being crushed. I cycled between anger, sadness and apathy for about two weeks. Then, something funny started to happen. Since I was no longer having sex regularly, once the sadness started to fade, I suddenly found myself extremely horny. Happiness and contentment had started to become a part of my daily emotional cycle, and now the crushing sadness made up only a quarter of my emotions, only when I was alone.

But now, I was up, I wasn't sad, I was horny. I needed to be fucked. And who better to do that than someone who had already done it so, so well so, so many times. Plus, I had a secret desire. One which I already knew she was into. I had cajoled her into telling me she was into BDSM the night before she dumped me, but unfortunately, I didn't have time to let her know that was my thing and to try it out with her.

I held my breath, simultaneously embarrassed and excited for her reply. Two minutes (120 eternities) later, she replied, "yes." Relieved and already starting to get wet, I texted, "Can I come over?" while I called up an uber - of course, she would say yes. Her reply came as my uber was pulling up, "yes."

I got there and practically ran to the front of her apartment complex. I walked up the steps to see her sitting there smoking. She raised an eyebrow, smirking, apparently having seen my tipsy jog. I ignored it - I was here for one thing. I sat across from her while she smoked, like we had done so many times before. We had small talk, Game of Thrones, television, action movies, drugs, alcohol, the meaning of life. That one stuck. Unfortunately, it stuck all the way to her second cigarette.

I sighed and said, "Let's go inside."

Again, she made a little smirk. A hot smirk, though.

"I'm cold," I said by way of explanation.

She just pulled out her key and walked inside while I followed. Our discussion continued into her room, where I sat on her bed and she sat at her desk, as per usual. She fiddled with her phone, finding music to play while we talked (that should have been my hint she knew what I was here for).

Finally, the alcohol made me brave and I sighed, "I didn't really come here to talk about the meaning of life."

"That's a shame; I'm really good at it."

She was, but we weren't together anymore. She'd made that clear. I had just gotten out of the woods and I didn't want to open that door in my head again.

She walked over to sit on the bed next to me and began wordlessly unlacing her boots. Her stupid fucking boots I loved so much. I watched her fingers deftly untie them; I sighed, God I loved her hands. They were soft and delicate, and she knew how to use them. She looked at me and I looked back, biting my lip (I knew she liked that), and finally we started kissing. Hard kissing. Passionate kissing. She nibbled my lips and sucked on my neck, not too much tongue, just the way I like. Her hands fingered the bottom of my shirt.

"I want you naked" she murmured between nibbles on my neck. Her voice was so steady and even, soothing but sexy.

I obliged and began stripping while straddling her. I undid my black lace bra, freeing my breasts. I could feel her erection and it only served to make me wetter as it rubbed through my jeans. Once I had gotten off my shirt and bra, before removing my pants, I kissed her neck and said, ever so softly, "I want you to dominate me."

She gave a little laugh (maybe she thought I didn't know what I was in for?). Then she started. Her voice raspier and sexier, somehow, "From here on out, you will call me Daddy."

"Yes, daddy." I said meekly.

"Now, get naked" she commanded.

I obliged, unbuttoning my jeans. I moved too slow and she pushed me against the bed and began to pull them off me. I tried to pull my phone out of my pocket, but she grabbed it from my hands and threw it onto her night stand.

"No," she said firmly and continued undressing me. She took off her shirt, bra and jeans, revealing her massive erection and climbed on top of me. She kissed me roughly.

"You're mine." I responded by moaning and sucking her neck.

She turned me around and said, "On your knees."

I stuck my ass out for her, but that wasn't what she wanted.

She slapped my full, round ass and said, "No, suck my cock."

"Yes, daddy." I leaned in hungrily, I wanted her cock in my mouth so fucking bad.

"What do you want?"

"I want your cock, daddy please. I need your cock in my mouth." I started sucking gently, wetting it thoroughly, swirling my tongue on the tip, gently suckling her balls, tugging them a bit when I sucked.

"I'm going to fuck you now," she said and roughly turned me over on my knees so once again my ass was in front of her.

She didn't waste any time slamming her giant cock all the way in. I was so wet it slipped in easily.

"You're so wet. You must need this cock."

"Yes, daddy, I need your cock so fucking bad."

She slammed into me, slow, but hard, each time filling me so completely I couldn't help but release a moan.

"Ohhhh fuck! Yes, daddy, fuck me just like that!"

She began slapping my ass between thrusts and I moaned even louder. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and said, "Oh yeah, you like that?" and paused to deliver another solid smack. She got a rhythm going; thrust, slap, thrust, smack.

God, it felt so fucking good. It had been so long I just couldn't hold back any longer, I needed to cum.

I moaned, "Oh daddy, I'm going to cum!"

"No, you don't cum until I cum."

"Pleassse." I begged.

"Your orgasms are mine. Your pussy is mine. You must ask me before you can cum."

"Daddy, please can I cum?!" I was desperately trying to hold it back, but I wasn't sure how much longer I could last. My cunt was pulsating and desperate for release, dripping juice around her cock. With each smack, her cock driving hard into my sopping pussy, I was starting to feel little pre-orgasmic twitches. "Daddy please, please, please," I begged between breaths.

"Wait," she was panting, "Wait." I could hear her breath getting more ragged and her thrusts became more erratic; she was close, too.

I was on the edge, my pussy had begun to start the orgasm in spite of all my efforts to keep it at bay, "Daddy, daddy, please, I need. I need to," I was trying to hold back my orgasm, but there was no way I could hold it back for long.

She thrusted harder and said, "Cum."

I couldn't imagine a more beautiful word at a more perfect time. She pushed her hot cum into my steamy cunt and my body responded instantly, contracting all through my cunt and pushing more juice out of my already soaking wet pussy. Sending waves of pleasure pulsating throughout my body and I moaned so loud I'm sure the entire apartment complex could hear. The orgasm never seemed to end, washing over me, wave after wave of indescribable ecstasy. 

We collapsed into a breathless heap on top of each other. Panting, I said, "Thank you."