Page 32 of Wild and Bright

A slow smile spreads across my face as I massage my tits in circles. It doesn’t feel good, but I won’t tell him that. Not when he stares at me so reverently—his eyelids heavy, his lips parted.

“Oh God.” His eyes spark. “Take your pants off now.” His gaze shifts to my hips. “Now!”

“Wow, you’re bossy.” My voice is breathless.

“I’ve been thinking about this for two days straight. I’m ready to fucking explode.”

I’m only able to pull my yoga pants to my hips when he reaches for my waist and yanks them down along with my underwear. I gasp when he lowers his head and presses soft kisses down my belly. When his mouth settles at the cleft between my legs, I release a whimper.

“I’ve wanted to lick your pussy since I was a teenager,” he says after pulling away.

Warmth rushes over me. This is what I’ve always wanted to hear from him. Do I have a praise kink, or is it specific to Camden Hayes? Have I always craved his validation because he withheld it from me?

He places two fingers between my pussy lips and spreads them apart. “It’s so pretty, I could write a song about it.”

Even as heat rushes over my body, laughter rises to my chest. I slap my hand over my mouth and gulp it back.

“You don’t understand.” I hear a smile in his voice. “You’d have to like pussy to understand.”

I lift my head to give him a skeptical look. “How do you know I don’t like pussy?”

He doesn’t seem to hear my question, his eyes glued to the area between my legs. His head drops down, and he sucks my clit with his entire mouth. The pleasure is so overwhelming, my hips start to flail of their own volition. “Holy shit! What are you doing to me?”

My response seems to spark something in him. He grips my hips tightly, his tongue moving frantically.

“Oh my God!” I shout. “You’re really good at this!”

“Mmm,” he hums, and I can feel the vibration against my clit.

“I never would have guessed it.” My voice sounds faraway. “I always thought you’d be bad at oral.”

I gasp when he yanks his head away. “What do you mean by that?”

Reality settles over me, and I want to hit myself for my lack of filter.

“Nothing.” I wave a hand. “Keep going. Please.”

He shakes his head sharply. “Not until you tell me what you meant.”

“You’re a hot guy,” I shout, ready to explode with frustration. “Hot guys are usually bad at oral. It’s not an insult. It’s just how the world works.”

I can’t see his face fully, but I sense he’s not satisfied with that response.

“Hot guys have nothing to compensate for,” I say.

“No.” His tone is hard. “You said you always thought I’d be bad at oral. You were talking specifically about me.”

“Ugh,” I groan, unable to believe he’s torturing me like this. “Fine! You specifically like everything your way. You have no desire to please anyone but yourself.”

There’s a black frown on his face. Great. I’ll probably never get his mouth on my clit again.

“You think I’m selfish.” His tone is incredulous, and I don’t understand it. Of course I think he’s selfish.

He is selfish.

“Yes! But I was wrong about your oral skills, okay? You’re excellent at oral. Now, can you please get back to it?”

He either doesn’t sense my sexual frustration, or he doesn’t care. His jaw is set as he stares down at the bed. “I’m going to make you come ten times tonight. And I won’t let you sleep until I do.”

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