Page 126 of The Pucking Wrong Man

I came immediately, so aroused from the anticipation that all I’d needed was the slightest touch to fall apart.

He chuckled as he lapped up my cum. “So fucking responsive,” he growled as he pushed two fingers in, finding that perfect spot immediately as another finger circled my clit.

I ground against him, and his free hand slapped the globe of my ass once again. “Hold still for me, Anastasia. I don’t want you to move...I just want you to feel.”

“Yes, sir,” I cried, faintly aware of his hitched breath and the way his tongue sucked and licked, separating my folds as he continued to thrust his fingers into my dripping core.

My hands fisted the covers as his hands squeezed my ass, pulling my cheeks apart as his tongue slid up, circling my...other hole.

“Oh,” I cried, jerking forward from the shock of him rimming my asshole. I’d never even imagined that. But, ugh...fuck. It felt so good.

His tongue moved back down, his stubble scratching my thighs as he pulled me back so I was almost sitting on his face.

My core was making a wet, embarrassing, squelching sound every time he withdrew his fingers, but he seemed to love it. He was whispering praises against my skin, sucking and biting and licking and turning me into a throbbing mess.

My whimpered pleas echoed around the room, and I couldn’t stay still. I fucked myself back against his face as he tongued my clit and then...I was coming again. Pleasure tearing through me.

Tears slid down my face as I convulsed.

"Fuck," he huffed, his tongue sliding through my folds desperately like he couldn't bear to let one drop go to waste.

He stayed there, breathing me in, for so long that I squirmed uncomfortably because having someone between your legs, even if you were over the top crazy about them like I was about Camden James...well, it was a very intimate moment.

Camden took a deep inhale, like he wanted to breathe me in one more time, and then he slowly got up off the floor.

I was still panting against the bed, and I totally didn’t expect him to suddenly flip me over to my back so I was staring up at him.

“Look what you did to me,” he said in a silky voice, gesturing to the front of his pants, a large wet spot visible...had he just come?

“You tasted so good, I came in my pants like an errant schoolboy.” His eyes glittered as they slid down my body, stopping on my chest as he eyed my breasts hungrily.

Oh, I guess we were going to be done. “I’ll just get cleaned up then,” I told him, trying to keep the disappointment out of my voice. It’s not like I hadn’t just come several times on his tongue. I’m sure we would get to the main event of me losing my virginity...some time.

He laughed darkly, putting a palm between my breasts to keep me on my back and on the bed.

“The thing is, baby girl. You’re not dealing with an errant schoolboy. You just helped me take the edge off...so I can really make you enjoy this next part.”

He unbuckled his dress pants and then slid them down, and I realized right away he’d been going commando.

I mean, I wasn’t sure that he could wear boxers or briefs...I didn’t even know how he was wearing pants. How had that monster even fit in there?

His cock was beautiful. Was that appropriate to say? The red, mushroomed head was gushing precum...or maybe that was residual cum from his orgasm.

And I wanted it.

I licked my lips and watched as he fisted it from root to tip, his gaze still locked on me. He was fully erect, as if he hadn’t come at all.

Maybe Camden James really was a superhero after all.

At least in the dick department.

I squeezed my legs together as a thought hit me. Don’t get me wrong. I wanted that dick. But if I was in awe that it had fit in his pants...how in the world was it going to fit in me?

“Trust me, Anastasia, let me take care of you,” he whispered gruffly and I nodded.

Because I did trust him. I’d follow him off a cliff at this point if he told me that’s where I should go. I trusted him like I’d never trusted anyone before.

I’m sure feminists all over the world were weeping at that kind of thought process.

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