His fingers dig into the skin at my jaw, pressing so deeply into my thrumming pulse that he must feel how seeing his taut, rigid muscles affects me.
“You do something to me when you look at me like that,” he groans.
I allow my fingers to trace the ripple of his abs. They’re so defined. I could’ve never expected what he was hiding underneath his expensive suits and tailored shirts. I don’t know why he bothers with wearing clothes. He could stand in the middle of his art gallery just like this, and every person around would stare at him as if he were the art himself.
“I don’t know any other way to look at you,” I confess. The list of men I’ve been with isn’t long, but none of them looked the way he does. Staring at him, I can’t remember what they looked like at all. The only thing taking up space in my mind is him.
Camden grabs me by the chin once again. This time, it’s gentle. His thumb caresses my jaw, his eyes roaming over my face. He focuses on my lips. His calloused thumb scrapes my cheek as he runs it over my skin before he places it on my cupid’s bow. My lips part as if on command. He smirks, only one side of his lips lifting. His thumb travels slowly, tugging on my bottom lip. My lips feel raw from the ferocity with which he kissed me.
“Your two minutes are running low.”
I smile, shifting on my knees to ease the ache from my throbbing clit. He’s already paid it attention, but it demands more. My thighs rub together as I attempt to get friction and some kind of relief.
I allow myself one more second of looking into his eyes, of seeing the dark storms of his lust-filled gaze, before I focus on his cock again. My thumb runs through the bead of precum at his tip.
His body jolts with the touch, making me smirk in satisfaction. He’s doing it again. Making me feel sexy before I even take him in my mouth.
Using one hand, I push my hair from my shoulders so the pieces fall down my back. I don’t want anything in the way when I fully take him. He grunts in approval, his hands sweeping the hair from my back and twisting it around his palm.
I love the feeling of the hair at my roots getting tugged. I like knowing that, at least for right now, he’s giving me the control, but with one simple pull, he’d be the one with it.
I wrap my fingers around the base of him. His cock is so large that the tips of my fingers don’t even begin to touch. His grip tightens, his short nails raking against my scalp when I use my other hand to cup his balls.
I’m going to have so much fun with this.
Leaning in, I coax his head into my mouth. I speak around his girth, my words muffled due to the tip of him pressing against my tongue. “Remember what I said about swallowing,” I tease.
“Fuck,” he growls, thrusting his hips so he hits the back of my throat. I moan at his reaction. It’s so primal and savage, turning me on as a flush creeps along my skin.
I open my mouth as wide as I can. My cheeks burn from trying to take him, to try and open wide enough to accommodate all of him. He fucks my face savagely. His fingers tangle in my hair to keep my head steady as he pumps in and out, taking everything he wants from me.
Trying to bring him as much pleasure as possible, I keep one hand locked on the end of his shaft, the part that can’t fit in my mouth, as the other holds on tight to his balls.
“God.” He moans, his pace slowing as he rolls his body into mine. It’s sexy as hell. Now I want to feel his hips the same way when he fucks my pussy instead of my throat. “Just like that.” His grip tightens, and I don’t know if tears threaten to spill from my lids because of the way he yanks my hair or if it’s because the tip of him hits the back of my throat with a punishing force.
I blink, letting the tears fall down my cheeks to try and ease the burn from my eyes. I look upward, finding him watching me. He smiles approvingly, using his free hand to reach down and cup my cheek. It’s so much more tender than everything else he’s doing to me.
“I’m going to keep fucking your face until you gag on me. I won’t stop until I’ve taken your body to its limit.” He slams into my throat, proving his point. “You better open that throat, baby.”
My eyes flutter shut because everything is too much. My pussy throbs so hard it’s painful. I want to reach down and play with my clit, push a finger inside me, something to help ease the intense ache between my legs. I know my jeans are in the way, and there’s no way I can slip a hand in without him noticing.
For some reason, I’m confident he wouldn’t let me touch myself even if I had easier access. Maybe it’s the dominating way he thrusts his cock into me, each time his hips try to press deeper and deeper until my body protests. Or maybe it’s because he’s had a slight smirk to his lips the entire time he’s been fucking my face. As if he’s satisfied that I’m giving him power over me.