Having never seen one in real life, I drag my nails over every ridge, memorizing detail after detail of the gorgeous man beneath me.
He’s quiet, allowing me to take my fill.
“God, is there anywhere that isn’t tattooed?” I drag my fingers down his stomach, tugging at his waistband.
“Go ahead, baby girl. Take Daddy’s cock out”—he nods at his lap—“and find out.”
I practically combust on the spot. Never in my life have I had the urge to call someone Daddy, and if another man called himself that, fuck no. I’d be dressed and out the door in under a minute.
But Camden Snow…Camden Snow could incinerate my nonexistent panties with just a look. When he calls me baby girl, I flush with heat. My core throbs and I’m coated in my own arousal.
“Are you telling me that your dick is decorated?”
“I’m telling you to take my fucking cock out,” he says, an edge to his tone.
I whimper at the command, catching my lip between my teeth to hold myself together.
He hums in approval. “Now be a good girl and listen.”
Shifting back, I fumble with his belt and zipper, my hands full-on shaking now.
He laces his fingers behind his head and watches me, his ripped shirt hanging open.
When I finally get his pants undone and tug on them, he lifts his hips, helping me fulfill his demand.
And when I peel his tight black boxer briefs down and discover what’s hidden beneath, my mouth waters.
“Holy fuck.”
Camden’s chest rumbles with a pleased hum. “Like what you see?”
I run my finger over the dark, throbbing vein that runs up the underside of his shaft and relish the way it bobs in response, then lean in closer to study the elaborate piercings that are surrounded by the most glorious design.
“What is it?”
“A king’s crown, a Jacob’s ladder, and, of course, the clit stimulator.” He smirks, still resting back, so damn proud of himself.
I eye the ring that runs through the ridge at his crown and the series of barbells along his shaft, as well as the one where the largest cock I’ve ever seen meets his pubic bone.
“And the tattoo?” I ask, studying the swirling black design snaking up the bottom of his shaft.
He huffs a laugh. “Looked fucking cool.”
Heart pounding and excitement coursing through me, I smile up at him. “It does.”
“Will look even better inside you, baby girl.”
I roll my teeth over my lip again, a bout of nerves fluttering through me. I’ve never been with a man with one piercing, let alone seven. It’s a bit intimidating. And that’s before I take his size into account.
He’s going to destroy me.
“Don’t worry, we’ll go slow.” He sits up and wraps his arms around me, pulling me close. His warm lips fuse with mine, coaxing me into relaxing.
I push his tattered shirt over his shoulders, and he tugs mine over my head. Then I’m straddling him, both of us completely naked.
“There is not another woman on this planet as perfect as you.” He caresses my tits, swirling his fingers around my nipples, plucking and groping.
My breasts are so heavy and so sensitive already. There’s no way he won’t be the death of me. Head dropped back, I roll my hips, moving seductively atop him just like the dancer did on me.
