Page 142 of The Pucking Wrong Man

I wished it was possible to get a tattoo on my heart. Because I’d find a way to tattoo this moment all over it.

Anastasia went to grab my dick, and I winced the second she made contact.

“Oh,” she cried, ripping her hand away. “It’s probably still healing, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” I said, a bit chagrined. “That mind-altering blow job the other day was probably not the best thing for it, but fuck it was worth it.”

I grinned at the way her whole body flushed at the reminder of the hottest night of my life.

My dick was definitely on board for celebrating this monumental moment, but I also didn’t want to die because of gangrene and have it fall off afterward.

“A few more days, and I’m going to fuck you against this wall,” I promised, lightly tapping the tile.

Her eyes gleamed at the prospect.

“As you know, though, there’s definitely other things we can do,” I growled.

She squeaked as I spun her around. “Put your hands on the wall.” Like a good girl, she immediately obeyed.

Not that I could ever compare her to anyone else I’d been with—I’d blocked out everything about them. But she was so much better than any lover I’d had in the past.

I’d never had someone respond to me like she did. I’d been aware that I liked to be in charge during sex, and that it turned me on when my partner listened to me, but the way Anastasia answered to me...

It was like I’d been given every sexual gift I could have ever dreamed.

She was perfect. If she ever left me—not that I would let her—I’d be celibate for the rest of my life because anyone else would just be a disappointment.

Sinking to my knees behind her, I hitched up her leg, opening up her sweet pussy to my mouth.

“Camden,” she begged, and I grinned in anticipation right before I licked through her folds.

Our moans combined in the steamy air.

I sucked and licked, knowing exactly what tempo felt the best for her. Every cry that came out of her mouth was my roadmap to her pleasure.

Thrusting three fingers inside her tight hole, my tongue slid back to her asshole, rimming the edges of it as she trembled against the wall.

Anastasia was still unsure about ass play, but I couldn’t wait to take her perfect ass. I’d probably die from happiness as soon as I slipped inside.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she begged as I pumped my fingers faster, pushing one more digit inside her as I worked her clit with my thumb. If she could take my cock so beautifully, she could definitely take more of my fingers.

My dick ached from thinking of how perfect she’d felt as I’d pushed in.

A few more days and it was game on. It was going to be impossible to hold out for any longer than that.

I changed the angle of my fingers, reaching around with my other hand to press on a spot just above her pubic bone.

“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly as I continued to work her over.

“Push down for me,” I growled, pleasure shooting straight up my dick when she immediately listened.

She screamed as she came, her cunt clamping down on my fingers the same way that she’d choked my dick.

I groaned as she squirted all over my face, so much cum that she soaked my fucking skin. It was like taking the world’s most delicious shower.

Growling, I went after every last drop. My fingers continued to pump into her, because I wanted her to come one more time.

“Camden, I can’t,” she cried.

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