Page 49 of Bad for Business
“For being so insistent that you don’t like me, your pussy is absolutely soaked for me, princess.” I circle her clit, watching her face closely. I want to see every single reaction of hers. I’m desperate to commit them to memory, to remember that there was a point where she let me see her vulnerable like this.
“Shut up,” Camille responds, the demand coming out breathy.
I chuckle as I begin to slide my finger inside her.
She lets out another unfiltered sound of pleasure. Fuck, I forgot how much she moaned. She’s typically so quiet, making sure to take her time to think over her thoughts before voicing them. I love seeing this different side of her. The side that pants and moans without thinking twice about the noises she makes.
“I’m not going to shut up unless you make me,” I tell her, lifting my eyebrows in a silent dare.
She takes the bait. Her lips crash against mine once again. All of my senses are wrapped up in her, and I fucking love it.
I taste her on my tongue.
Feel her pussy greedily hug my finger as I slowly move in and out.
Hear her sighs and moans.
She continues to rock her hips back and forth. Her position in my lap has her both fucking my finger and grinding against my cock with every slow roll of her hips.
It feels too fucking good.
Her tongue angrily pushes against mine and I wonder if she’s as much at war with her body and her head as I am. My body wants Camille Vaughn more than anything I’ve ever wanted anything else. It’s past wanting, and it feels like I need her. The way she haunts my dreams, the way my pulse spikes when I see her. My body wants her. The problem is my head knows better. My head knows that no matter how much she’s giving in to me tonight, it won’t be like this tomorrow. It knows we’ll go back to fighting and getting on each other’s nerves, and probably what’s happening between us right now will only cause more tension between us tomorrow.
I push the thoughts from my mind and instead focus on Camille. What will inevitably happen doesn’t matter. All that matters is right now.
I deepen the kiss, pushing my tongue even deeper into her mouth at the same moment I slide a second finger in. She moans, the sound even hotter when it’s done against my lips.
She tightens around my fingers. It’s so tight that for a moment I can barely move them as I give her time to adjust to them.
Even though I might not be moving them, the rock of her hips must give her the friction she needs. Her moans get deeper and more unfiltered.
“That’s it,” I praise, only ripping my mouth from hers long enough to say the words. I hook my fingers inside her, wanting to do everything in my power to make her building orgasm even better.
I don’t know how much time passes. Time seems to blur as I get lost in the mix of kissing her and having her ride my fingers. Everything about the moment is sexy as hell.
Too sexy.
She increases the speed of her hips. Every moan I swallow of hers gets louder and louder until I feel her squeeze me even tighter.
“Ryker,” she mutters against my lips. She says it hurriedly and with a sultriness to her voice that makes my cock throb.
I think I’m going to come.
In my pants.
With the only touch from her being the press of her mouth to mine and the feeling of her rocking against my cock as she chases her own release.
“I’m—” she begins, her words trailing off.
“I know,” I assure her, feeling how close she is just by the wetness that coats my fingers and the way she squeezes them. “You don’t have to like me to come for me.”
The words send her over the edge. Her mouth collides with mine again, and the desperate way she rocks her hips against mine as she rides out every single second of her orgasm has me coming right along with her.
I let out a loud groan, hoping she can’t feel it. I can’t have her know that just having her rock against my cock as I fingered her was enough to give me an orgasm.
We’re a mix of moans and groans and heavy breathing as we both come to our senses.
Camille pulls away, but she doesn’t move from my lap. She blinks a few times before pushing the unruly strands of her hair from her face.
