Page 53 of The Wrong One

I leaned down, kissing her inner thighs before moving to the hottest, wettest part of her. My tongue slid over her clit. She squirmed beneath me, her hands yanking my hair, trying to pull me closer to her. I let my tongue slide over her again, teasing her clit while I slid a finger inside of her. I moved my finger in and out, slowly at first, then faster, as I felt her wetness gliding against it.

“Cam,” she groaned.

She was moaning louder now, pushing her hips up to meet my mouth, my finger. I could hear her breathing getting heavier, louder. I slid a finger back inside her. She moaned loudly; her eyes closed. She started to shake, and I could feel her muscles tightening around my finger. She was coming. I kissed her clit one more time before moving up to kiss her lips.

She kissed me back hungrily, like she had been waiting for this for a long time. I knew the feeling. It had been nearly two weeks since our last encounter, but it felt like an eternity. I pushed inside of her, feeling her wetness surround me. I kissed her again and she wrapped her legs around my hips. I pulled out, then slammed against her, feeling her gasp against my lips. I slid out and pushed in again, moving faster. She was so wet, so tight. I could feel her muscles gripping me, pulling me in deeper. I dragged my cock out, then thrust back in hard, holding myself completely still inside her.

“Don’t move,” I gasped. “Hold it. Stop. I don’t want to come yet.”

She thrust her hips upward and it was nearly my undoing. I groaned, she moaned. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me closer.

I started to pick up the pace, thrusting in harder and faster. Her moans were growing louder, and she was moving her hips up to meet mine.

“I can’t stop,” she gasped.

I felt her muscles tighten, squeezing me. She pulled me down to her, wrapping her legs around my waist, holding onto me. I kissed her neck as I continued to thrust inside of her. She was moaning, gasping, each thrust bringing her closer to the edge.

“Oh, God…”

She started to shake, her muscles tightening around me. I groaned as I felt her pussy convulsing, grabbing me and pulling me in deeper.

“Oh shit,” I groaned. There was no stopping my body’s reaction. I could have fucked her all day, but she felt too good. I didn’t have that much self-control. I was close. I could feel my balls tightening.

The orgasm hit hard. My body stiffened and a sound I had never heard before escaped my lips. I couldn’t catch my breath for several seconds. “Holy shit,” I managed to get out before I collapsed face first onto the bed beside her.

“That was unexpected,” she murmured.

“Was it though?” I laughed. “You’re fire. I’m gasoline. Or vice versa. There’s no way I can resist you.”

“I guess you’re probably right.” She sighed.

“Don’t sound too excited about it.” I chuckled.

“Not that,” she said. “Ramsey. We have to tell him. I don’t want this to end but it can’t go on behind his back.”

I nodded in agreement. “You’re right.”

“How?” she asked. “How do we tell him?”

“I don’t know.” I sighed. “It’s not going to be easy. He’s going to have some pretty strong opinions about things.”

“You think?” She snorted.

“But he might not be as mad as we think he’s going to be,” I said. “I just need him to take me seriously.”

“He’s going to tell me I’m on the rebound,” she said.

“Are you?” I asked.

“No. I mean, technically I suppose I am, but it’s different. It’s not like you’re some random dude I met in the bar. I know you. We’ve known each other forever.”

“I think that might be part of Ramsey’s hangup,” I said. “He’s going to think this is a fling.”

“Is it?” she asked. “Don’t answer that. I’m not trying to analyze anything. I just want to have fun. I want to live in the moment. When it’s this good, I think we have to believe it’s not a bad thing.”

“When?” I asked.

She blew out a breath. “Soon. Every day that passes is going to make this even harder.”

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