Page 72 of Tempt Our Fate

I apply more pressure, trailing the path again, ending in her wetness. I push inside her again, getting it nice and wet before it travels up again. “Right here,” I say, pushing against a place I haven’t explored on her yet.

Her face rolls against the counter, her forehead pressing into it as she stifles a moan. “No,” she confesses. I don’t think she realizes that she pushes her ass against me, allowing my finger a fraction of an inch inside the tight hole.

“Good.” I fling the word back at her, pleased with myself.

She doesn’t argue. Instead, she moans again. I lay my palm flat against her skin. One finger drifts to play with her clit while the other pushes a little deeper inside her.

“It’ll be too much.”

“Good,” I repeat. “You’ve taken too much of me. It’s time I take more of you.” I fall to my knees, lining my face up with her perfect ass. I’ll think about it in my dreams, remembering how good it looked covered in flour except for the red handprint on her delicate skin.

“Spread your legs,” I demand. “Wide.”

She does as she’s told, spreading them, but not wide enough. I slap the inside of her thigh with the back of my hand. “More,” I continue, pushing her feet even further apart.

I grab both her wrists, forcing her to grip the corner of each side of the island to keep herself steady. It’s a beautiful sight having her ass on display, her cunt wet and begging for my complete attention. She watches over her shoulder with hooded eyelids, waiting for my next move.

With her in the exact position I want her in, I bring myself to her sweet cunt once again. My tongue circles her clit, my eyes closing with how good she tastes.

She tastes like mine. Like no other man should ever have the right to have her again.

While my tongue caresses her pretty cunt, my hands find either side of her ass cheeks, spreading them slightly to expose her. She moans when I let my fingertip drift over it again.

“You dirty girl,” I muse, coating my finger in her wetness. “You like it when I play with your ass?”

She doesn’t answer me, but I wasn’t expecting her to. I’ve learned enough about her to know not to expect an answer. Once I feel like my finger is nice and wet, my mouth seals to her clit once again. My tongue and finger play with her, making her hips buck with pleasure.

I don’t let up until her legs shake. The nice thing would be to have her come against my tongue. But I’m not a nice man. So right when I feel like she’s close to coming, I pull away and stand up. She moans in protest, her head rocking back and forth.

“No,” she pleads, trying to find friction by pushing her ass against me.

I step back, marveling at the sight of her. She’s wet between her legs from her own pleasure and my mouth. I admire the view, finishing unbuttoning my shirt and pulling my arms from the sleeves. She waits for me to touch her again as I fold the shirt nicely and place it on the counter nearest to me.

“Don’t move,” I command when she begins to push the top half of her body off the island. “Let me keep looking at you.”

She does as she’s told, but not without a defiant rock of her hips against the lip of the counter.

I take my time undoing my belt, pulling it from my belt loops and rolling it up nicely before placing it on top of my folded shirt. I strip from my shoes, pants, and boxer briefs, finally as naked as she is.

I fist my cock, needing the relief immediately as I take a few extra moments to gaze at her. She’s fucking perfect. She looks vulnerable, watching me through hooded eyelids as she anticipates what’s to come.

“Your cunt is dripping,” I tell her, looking at the wetness coating between her thighs. “Does that mean I’ve worked hard enough for it, baby?”

She nods. I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist this thing between us. I’ve had her since the moment we shared in this very building, but I don’t tell her that. I let her believe she’s the one in control.

“Good,” I get out, taking a step closer. My cock jerks eagerly when it runs along the line of her ass.

I give her a small smack on her ass again, nowhere near the amount of pressure I had used before, but it’s still hard enough for flour to fly in the air around us from it.

“Now, stand exactly like this as I fuck you until I get the answers I want. That you’re gone for me like I am for you.”

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PIPPA

My entire bodyshakes with anticipation. My arms are stretched as far as they can go in a wide wingspan, my fingers clutching the corners of the counter to keep myself up.

All I want to do is turn around and pull Camden into me. I want to feel his body flush against mine. To wrap my legs around him and dig my heels into the muscles right above his hips as he rocks into me. But I don’t because I’m turned on by the way he tells me what to do. He’s incredibly commanding, and it fuels my desire further. When he runs the tip of his cock through my wetness, I let out a loud moan, eager to feel him slip inside.

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