Page 42 of The Wrong One

“I want you to fuck me,” I pleaded.

He squeezed my ass, and I moaned in pleasure.

“Say my name,” he growled.

“Cam,” I gasped.

He pushed a finger into me, and I moaned.

“God, you’re so wet,” he groaned. “You’re dripping. You want my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I replied in a breathless whisper. “Yes, please.”

His fingers moved inside me, and I leaned against the seat, my knees weakening as I tried to hold myself off him. My mouth went to his neck with one hand pushed against the window. The cool glass was a stark contrast to the heat inside the window.

I’d never felt this way before. I’d always thought that I was an aggressive person, but it was so different to just let go and let someone else take over. He was so turned on. If I was being honest, Patrick had not been all that exciting in bed. He preferred missionary and it was all about getting the job done.

I dropped my head to his shoulder and his lips moved against my ear. “I’m going to fuck you, Izzy. Tell me you want me to.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I whimpered.

He kept moving his fingers and I moaned in pleasure.

“You want my cock in you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes, please. I want to feel you inside me.”

He pulled his hand free, and I gasped. I heard the sound of his zipper and then he was lifting me up. I felt the heat of his cock pressed against my lips. “Are you ready, Izzy?”

Just when I thought I was about to get what my body craved, he stopped. “Fuck,” he hissed. “Shit.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t have a condom,” he said breathlessly.

I thought about it for a second. “I’m on the pill. I’ve only been with Patrick. When I caught him cheating, I went to the doctor. I’m good.”

“Me too,” he murmured.

“Then fuck me, Cam,” I whispered. “I want you inside me.”

He was inside me in a matter of seconds. He pulled me against him, and I felt him slide into me. It was so different than Patrick. It was wild and passionate. It was aggressive and it was everything that I needed in that moment.

I cried out his name, “Cameron!”

“Izzy,” he groaned. “You feel incredible.” His hands moved over my ass, and he lifted me, pulling me against him.

“Oh,” I cried out, clinging to him.

He was thrusting into me, and it felt so good. My head scraped against the roof of his car. Cam adjusted, turning his body to stretch out across the back seat with me still perched over him. He was still moving inside me, and it was so good. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

“Izzy,” he moaned, his hands holding my ass. “I want you to come for me.”

Cam was dirty talking to me, and it was such a turn-on. I loved it. I felt my body tense, and I knew it wouldn’t be long. “I’m close,” I whimpered.

He grunted and moved his hips faster. He was drilling himself into me with such force, it was almost scary. I was sweaty and I was panting. Every muscle in my body was tensed up, but it felt amazing. I tightened my internal muscles and squeezed his cock tighter. He groaned loudly, calling out my name as I felt him come inside me. I came right after him, my body shuddering as the orgasm hit me. I buried my face into his neck, groaning and whimpering as I enjoyed the moment. I felt Cam’s arms wrap around me as he kissed my face. I was sweaty and I was breathing heavily, but it was all worth it.

I burst into giggles. “I cannot believe we just had sex in the back of your car!”

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