Page 92 of The Pucking Wrong Man

I wanted that. His cock driving in and out of me, his body covering mine. I wanted to take every inch of him, let him do whatever he wanted—pleasure was building up again, surging to the surface as he pushed another thick finger into my core, and I lost the ability to breathe from the fullness. Almost there...

Camden yanked his fingers out, the leftover sensations not enough to fully push me over the edge.

“What?” I gasped, fighting the strange urge to cry.

“Shh,” he murmured, bringing his fingers out of my sweatpants and up to my lips, pushing inside my mouth so I could taste myself. Camden forced me to suck them completely clean before he pulled them out and kissed me, his tongue licking inside like he was chasing the taste.

I tried to move against his leg, desperate to put pressure on my clit and finish what he’d started, but he held me tight. “I’ll give you what you need, baby girl. But I want to hear you say it.”

“W—What?” I asked, my brain unable to think clearly, caught in that space between pleasure and pain.

“Say you’ll go on a date with me,” he ordered.

“Okay,” I replied immediately, moaning in relief as his hand slipped between my legs and brushed against my clit.

“Okay, what?” he pressed, stopping his hand once again.

“Okay, I’ll go on a date with you,” I cried, streams of whimpers falling from my mouth as he rewarded me by slowly rimming the entrance to my core.

“Now, say you’ll stay here," he continued, his voice perfectly calm like he wasn’t affected at all at the moment.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to concentrate as he pushed the tips of his three fingers inside me.

“I—”

“Say it, Anastasia. And I’ll give you exactly what you need,” he crooned.

“Just until I get back on my feet?” I glanced up at him, trying to keep my head on while he maneuvered and seduced my body.

His eyes flashed at my addition, but he nodded.

“I’ll stay,” I answered then, shocked and confused at how easily he got me to agree to things.

“That’s my good girl,” he groaned, plunging his fingers inside my core as his lips crashed against mine.

Yes. I panted as he finger fucked me fast and deep, skyrocketing my fading orgasm.

My cries were lost in his mouth as I came. Hard. The previous orgasm was a blip in the universe in comparison.

A tear slid down my cheek as he pulled out his fingers and sucked the taste of me off each one, holding my gaze the entire time.

“Thank you,” he murmured finally, after the stillness had settled around us like a cloak.

“Hmm?” I asked, the world spinning slightly around me as I came back from a high I was worried I’d spend the rest of my life chasing.

“For giving me that,” he said, the gold ring around his green eyes seeming to glow in the soft light in the room. It had still been dark when I’d come out, trying to sneak away so I didn’t have to say goodbye.

Maybe a part of me had known this would happen.

That his help for one night would become...extended.

I didn’t find myself minding so much at the moment.

Camden leaned in then and knocked my entire world off its axis with one simple sentence.

“You’re going to give me all your firsts.”

I gaped at him, and he smirked, grabbing a grape and popping it into his mouth and making it look way too sensual considering he was chewing.

---