Page 91 of The Pucking Wrong Man

I didn’t recognize myself as I gasped at the feel of his mouth. I’d kept any sexual desire I’d had in my life locked up tight. I hadn’t had a lot of choices in my life, and keeping my virginity intact had seemed like one of the only things I had control over. Since meeting him, though, I’d found myself desperate for him. Kissing him had burst open a door inside me, and now he’d become a craving in my bloodstream. I’d take whatever he wanted to give me.

“Rub that pussy on my thigh, just like that, Anastasia.” His voice was tight, pained sounding, like he was holding himself back and every second of it was torture. The sound of my name in that tone...I’d never heard anything hotter in my entire life.

I rubbed against him desperately, sparks shooting from my clit as my core tightened. His lips descended down my chest, and I gasped at the sensation of the cool air over my nipples as he pulled down the leotard I was wearing, baring my chest to him.

“Please,” I whimpered as he pulled me closer.

I was vaguely aware that we were moving fast—zero to sixty actually.

But I couldn’t make myself stop.

A rough hand massaged my breast. “Fuck, these are perfect. I love them so much,” he said in my ear, his voice rough as he pinched one of my nipples, and a dazed sob slipped from my lips. He pulled back and our gazes locked. Camden’s pupils were blown out, like the taste of me had drugged him and he’d slipped into a bliss-filled high.

“You ever have an orgasm, Anastasia? Ever slip your fingers into your perfect pussy and get yourself off?”

“No…never,” I cried as his lips descended on my nipple, sucking and biting at my chest.

“And I know you’ve never let some fuckwad touch you. You were waiting for me weren’t you, baby girl?”

“Yes,” I whimpered as he licked the underside of my breast.

“I’m going to give you one right now, Anastasia,” he growled as the combination of my clit rubbing against his thigh, and whatever magic he was weaving, sent me soaring sky high. “Come for me right fucking now.”

As if his words held magic powers—or maybe it was just his tongue and his hands...and him—my core clenched and pleasure surged through me. I whimpered as my legs gave out. Camden caught me, not missing a beat as he sucked my other nipple through my first orgasm. My entire body shuddered against him, and I held onto his shirt for dear life, barely able to take the foreign sensations pulsing through me.

There’s nothing that can prepare you for your first orgasm. Not books, not shows. Nothing.

I think I was addicted.

I was definitely changed, unrecognizable from who I’d been just minutes before.

“Such a good girl, coming for me as I sucked on those pretty tits. How about another one? See how that pretty pussy likes to be played with?” he whispered roughly against my chest, his breath sending sparks across my skin.

“Yes,” I murmured. “Yes, yes, yes.” I wasn’t stopping to think it through. I just knew my body wanted more. “I want that.”

“Good girl,” he repeated in a thick voice, lifting his face from my chest and straightening up. Camden gave me another long, possessive kiss, holding me still under his ministrations.

Camden’s other hand made its way from my chest, down my side, slowly tracing the edge of the sweatpants I was wearing over my leotard. He pushed underneath the band, and I lost my ability to breathe, my clit literally pulsing as his hand slid down. Down, down, until it was running along the lining.

“Is this okay, Ana?” he murmured as he softly rubbed my pussy over the thin fabric.

All I could do was moan, and he chuckled darkly against my lips. Taking his time as he expertly rubbed along my seam, his fingers passing over my clit each time.

“Please,” I begged, needing more.

The pleasure was building again, I couldn’t have resisted it even if I wanted to. My breaths were coming out in embarrassing gasps, and my arousal was spiking with every swipe of his fingers.

“Does my baby girl want me to take care of her?” he smiled against my lips, seeming to find it amusing how easily he could control my body.

I wanted to be his baby girl, though. In that moment, I wanted to be everything for him, everything he’d ever wanted, everything he’d ever needed.

“Yes,” I gasped. My eyes slipped closed as his fingers finally moved under the edge of my leotard, and he was suddenly sliding through my dripping wet folds with ease.

“So fucking wet,” he breathed, not sounding surprised at all about that fact. But I guess the steady supply of whimpers and moans would have told him exactly what he was doing to me.

He groaned as one of his fingers pushed inside me, and I cried out at the slight pinch of pain.

“You’re so tight. Your pussy is trying to pull my finger in. You’re going to choke my cock, baby. I might not survive,” he rasped, and my body released a full body shiver at his words.

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