Page 127 of The Pucking Wrong Man

But it was true.

He grabbed my thighs and pushed them open, staring at my pussy worshipfully like it held the key to the universe.

“My beautiful girl,” he said as he pressed the gleaming head to my dripping center, taking a moment to glide it through my folds, shockwaves of pleasure floating through me until I was shaking against him—and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

“Breathe,” he ordered, and I let out a huge exhale, unaware of how long I’d been holding it in.

Camden finally began to press in, slowly. I could feel every inch, and I was stretched way beyond my comfort.

“Camden,” I cried out desperately. I didn’t know if I could do this.

“You’re doing so well, baby girl,” he soothed, his hand brushing off the tears that were slipping down my face. “You’re so tight, Anastasia, best thing I've ever felt. You’re literally choking my cock.”

I sobbed as he pushed in more, and Camden groaned, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment before he reached between us and expertly worked my clit, sending a needy hunger thrashing through my veins.

“Fuck,” he growled.

“What?” I gasped, feeling like I’d entered an alternate realm because the world seemed hazy and glittering around us.

“It’s just so good. And I’m not even all the way in,” he said as he slid in a few more inches...and then stopped.

His gaze darkened, and he moved his hand from my clit to my chin, gripping it softly so I had to focus on him.

I mewled under his possessive stare. “This is it, baby. It’s going to hurt for just a second, and then I’m going to make you feel so good.” His voice was velvet as he spoke and it only added to the out-of-body experience I was having.

“Okay,” I whispered. I thought I was prepared for what came next, but then Camden thrust in with one hard, smooth motion, tearing through my barrier. I cried out at the pain, losing my breath as I thrashed and sobbed underneath him, the fullness too much for me to handle.

Camden’s breathing was harsh and uneven as he stayed there inside me, buried to the hilt.

“Are you alright?” he finally asked after a moment, his voice pure gravel. Camden’s lips soothed over my skin, making his way down to my chest where he suckled each nipple. He licked the underside of my breasts, covering every inch of my chest with his tongue and sometimes his teeth. I writhed against his dick, trying to breathe.

The more time he spent on my breasts though, the more I relaxed, pleasure chasing away any residual pain. He continued on and on, until I was finally ready for him to move.

“Please, fuck me,” I moaned, and Camden sucked on each tip one more time before he finally lifted his head, his eyes a wildfire of need and desire.

“Thank fuck.”

His first thrust was hard and fast, and with each following thrust, pleasure built in my core.

His gold-rimmed eyes stared intensely as he moved in and out, a myriad of emotions in their depths that I was scared I was just imagining.

It was too much, I was feeling too much.

My eyes slammed shut, and he slid a hand to my throat, gently squeezing until I opened them back up.

“Eyes on me,” he growled, and I nodded, a harsh sob ripping out of my mouth as an orgasm flushed through me, short but significant.

How many was that now?

Camden pulled almost all the way out and I opened my mouth to beg him to stay. His eyes glimmered for a moment before he pounded back into me, starting up a relentless pace.

My nails dug into his shoulders, doing my best to obey him and keep my eyes focused on his face.

He held me in place as he pushed inside of me, sometimes grinding against my clit and sending pleasure sparking through me.

“Fucking perfect, Ana,” he breathed at one point. “You feel so fucking good. You’re going to come all over my big dick, aren’t you, baby girl? You’re going to let me fuck this pretty pussy every day.”

Our faces were inches apart as I clung to him, and I could only imagine what he saw when he looked at me.

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