I don’t let up until her legs shake. The nice thing would be to have her come against my tongue. But I’m not a nice man. So right when I feel like she’s close to coming, I pull away and stand up. She moans in protest, her head rocking back and forth.
“No,” she pleads, trying to find friction by pushing her ass against me.
I step back, marveling at the sight of her. She’s wet between her legs from her own pleasure and my mouth. I admire the view, finishing unbuttoning my shirt and pulling my arms from the sleeves. She waits for me to touch her again as I fold the shirt nicely and place it on the counter nearest to me.
“Don’t move,” I command when she begins to push the top half of her body off the island. “Let me keep looking at you.”
She does as she’s told, but not without a defiant rock of her hips against the lip of the counter.
I take my time undoing my belt, pulling it from my belt loops and rolling it up nicely before placing it on top of my folded shirt. I strip from my shoes, pants, and boxer briefs, finally as naked as she is.
I fist my cock, needing the relief immediately as I take a few extra moments to gaze at her. She’s fucking perfect. She looks vulnerable, watching me through hooded eyelids as she anticipates what’s to come.
“Your cunt is dripping,” I tell her, looking at the wetness coating between her thighs. “Does that mean I’ve worked hard enough for it, baby?”
She nods. I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist this thing between us. I’ve had her since the moment we shared in this very building, but I don’t tell her that. I let her believe she’s the one in control.
“Good,” I get out, taking a step closer. My cock jerks eagerly when it runs along the line of her ass.
I give her a small smack on her ass again, nowhere near the amount of pressure I had used before, but it’s still hard enough for flour to fly in the air around us from it.
“Now, stand exactly like this as I fuck you until I get the answers I want. That you’re gone for me like I am for you.”
38
PIPPA
My entire body shakes with anticipation. My arms are stretched as far as they can go in a wide wingspan, my fingers clutching the corners of the counter to keep myself up.
All I want to do is turn around and pull Camden into me. I want to feel his body flush against mine. To wrap my legs around him and dig my heels into the muscles right above his hips as he rocks into me. But I don’t because I’m turned on by the way he tells me what to do. He’s incredibly commanding, and it fuels my desire further. When he runs the tip of his cock through my wetness, I let out a loud moan, eager to feel him slip inside.
He teases me, circling my clit with his cock but never quite pushing in where I need him.
“Camden,” I moan, needing more of him. Needing to finally feel him inside me.
“I want to feel all of you.” His voice comes out forced, as if he’s speaking through a locked jaw. Maybe it’s taking all of him to show the restraint he is. “Tell me you’re on the pill. I will wear a condom otherwise, but I don’t want to put a barrier between us.”
“I am. I don’t either.” I pant, arching into him to try and coax him inside me. It doesn’t work, but I do hear him suck in a breath from the feeling.
At least I’m not alone in the pure lust and desperation I feel right now.
“Good.” He pushes a little further, already stretching me when only the head of his cock is inside me. “Fuck, baby, you’re squeezing me so hard.”
I moan, my eyes squeezing shut from the overwhelming sense of him. He’s everywhere all at once, with his cock pushing into me, his fingers digging into my hips, keeping me right where he wants me. His weight falls on me, his front pushing into my back as he slips inside.
He curses under his breath again. It’s too much. He’s too big. “I can’t,” I pant, even though my body does the opposite, pushing against him to push him deeper inside. “You’re too big,” I finish.
His palm smacks against my ass again. I feel myself clench around him in pleasure from it. I’ve never had someone be rough with me in the bedroom. My sex life has always been as vanilla as it comes. This isn’t vanilla—and I’ve never been more aroused. I love the bite of his skin against mine as he strikes the delicate skin as a punishment. The careful way he watches me after, his palm soothing the pain as he makes sure he’s not doing anything I don’t want him to do.
“You will take me like the good little whore you are. You got that?” To prove a point, he shoves all the way inside me, no longer letting me adjust around him slowly.