Page 155 of The Pucking Wrong Man

“You know the words.”

Thwack.

I blinked, trying to clear my clouded mind. Oh…I did know.

“Brats get spanked,” I cried out quickly as soon as the words had crossed my mind.

“Good girl.”

A second later, I was ripped off his lap. He was moving me easily, like I was nothing but a rag doll.

“Now that you’ve danced, we’re going to move to the second part of the evening you had planned tonight,” he rasped darkly. “Where you strip.”

Before I could wrap my mind around what was happening, or what had already happened, the leggings and blouse I was wearing were ripped off, leaving me in nothing but my bra and underwear. Camden snapped the side of my thong, and I flinched at the pop of pain.

“It makes me crazy to think that anyone else would get to see this,” he growled. “It’s mine.” Yanking me toward him, I followed, like I wasn’t in control of my body anymore. He arched me backwards and bent forward, trailing his tongue over my underwear, pressing into my core and growling as he breathed me. The wet spot on my thong grew as his tongue pressed into my clit through the fabric.

“Mine,” he growled again before sliding his tongue and mouth higher, around my belly button and the rest of my abdomen until he was leisurely licking across the globes of my breast.

My breath was coming out in gasps. My chest heaving against his lips.

Pop.

Camden ripped open my bra, and my breasts spilled out. He buried his face in between them, kissing and biting and licking until I was a writhing hopeless mess.

“I warned you, Anastasia,” he said, lightly biting my nipple and making me gasp. “I told you who you belonged to. But you don’t seem to have gotten it yet. I. Don’t. Share.”

“I wasn’t…” I half-heartedly tried to tell him one more time, but then his hand was sliding between my legs, his fingers pushing under the thong and into me. My body buckled forward—my whole being on sensory overload.

“You’re going to scream, you’re going to come...and you might even pass out. And then maybe my little brat will finally learn her lesson.”

“Mmmh,” I moaned as three of his fingers plunged in and out of me.

He abruptly pulled out. “On your knees,” he ordered roughly.

“What?”

“I’m too pent up, I don’t want to hurt you. You’re going to help me take the edge off before I take you,” he growled as he pushed me to the floor. I stared up at him desperately, and for a brief moment, his intensity broke, and I could feel his love for me pouring out of him and coating my skin.

He blinked, and his dark intensity was back. Tangling my hair in his fist, he pulled my head back as his other hand expertly undid his jeans and pulled out his enormous, rigid cock.

My mouth watered for it and he shook his head, smirking as he brushed the head of his swollen dick against my lips. “You want my cock, don’t you, my little brat? It makes you wet to swallow my cum.”

I moaned in agreement, and he shook his head at me, a smug grin stretched across his beautiful face.

“Well, this isn’t for you this time. This is just for me.” He thrust his dick deep into my throat until I gagged. Using the hand in my hair to keep me still, he fucked my mouth roughly, his delicious pants filling the room.

“You can take more,” he said sternly, pushing down my throat until I couldn’t breathe. My eyes were watering as his thrusts somehow grew faster. I couldn’t help but whimper around his cock, and I was rewarded with his loud moan as he pulled out, his hot cum spraying my chest and the bottom of my chin.

He hadn’t even let me taste him.

Camden’s chest was heaving, his cock still hard and angry looking, like he hadn’t actually come at all.

“You’re still hard,” I gasped, wiping at my face.

“I’m always hard nowadays,” he said, sounding angry about it. “I could fuck you every second of every day and still not get enough of you.”

Warmth shot through me at his admission, but before I could think too much on it, Camden had flipped me around and was pushing me down to the ground on all fours.

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