He grins wickedly and turns me around so that my chest is against the door now. A hand clasps over my mouth, and his lips brush against my ear, making me tremble.
A dark chuckle rumbles through him.
“So fucking eager.” He rubs his length against me and I feel myself getting wetter. Why does this feel so good? “I thought you couldn’t stand me. I thought you hated me.” I do, I say mentally. He moves a palm up my thigh and cups my ass under the dress. “But here you are, practically begging me to fuck you.” His hand flies off my mouth at the harsh bite I deliver.
“Who said I stopped hating you?” He quickly covers it again, harsher this time. I struggle against him.
“The only thing I want to hear right now is the sound of you coming around my fingers. Maybe that’ll make you shut up for once.”
His dirty words make me seethe, but I hold back on the biting, knowing it’ll get me nowhere, and right now, I need to feel more.
Finally, he makes his way up to my lace underwear and groans at the contact.
“You’re fucking soaked.” I shiver at his dirty words. “Have you been this turned on since I admitted to wanting you?”
Still refusing to give all the way in, I shake my head, and his touch ceases. “Don’t lie to me, Kamila. Have you been wet since you saw me admit that I want to fuck you?” His voice is hot against my neck, causing goosebumps to travel across my body.
The words make me whimper, and I know he has me right where he wants me. Giving in, I slowly nod.
“That’s what I thought.” Suddenly, his calloused fingers are underneath my thong and three are thrust inside of me, causing both pleasure and pain. I scream, but it’s muffled against his hand.
He growls. “Do you want me to keep going?” After mumbling my agreement, he starts fucking me with his fingers, fast and hard. I moan and scream through all of it. I’m no longer focused on what’s wrong and what’s right. There is no thinking, there’s only feeling and this feels amazing.
My body clenches around him, and he doesn’t miss it.
“I want to see your face whenImake you come.” He turns me around, still keeping a hand on my mouth. My eyes widen when I realize how quickly he got me to my orgasm.
It’s the intensity between us. It’s his words. His demands. They’re dirty and it’s exactly what I’ve been looking for.
Shit, I’m close. He feels it and responds by pressing his body closer to mine. His thumb finds my clit.
“That’s right, Kamila, come for me. Come all over my hand.” That alone is enough to set me off. He shuts me up with a kiss, soaking in the sounds of my release.
My mind is hazy and my breathing unsteady.
That was…it was…
“We’re not done yet.”
Chapter Fifteen
CAMERON
Kamila’s haziness clears at my words, yet I’ve never been more alert and eager. I take the fingers I just fucked her with and put them in my mouth, edging her and myself on further. Her eyes follow my movements, making my dick twitch. It’s painfully hard begging me to fuck her. Her whiskey-colored irises dilate, and fuck me if that doesn’t make me want her more.
Next thing I know, she’s pushing me against the sinks and undoes my belt in a matter of seconds. I don’t bother waiting. I need to be inside of her. I’ve been wanting to feel her ever since I saw her in that tight red dress, marking each and every one of her curves.
That’s a lie. I’ve been wanting to fuck her ever since that night at King’s Wolf, maybe even before then.
She pulls my pants down and tries to take my shirt off, but I grab her wrists to stop her.
“No,” I demand, not having the patience for the time that’ll take.
Picking her up by the thighs, she lets out a tiny yelp of surprise and wraps her legs around me. Her tits push against mychest, making my jaw clench. I lower her onto the top of the double vanity where there’s the most space.
“Are you sure you want this?” I ask, barely holding onto a thread but needing the confirmation before I take her.
“Just do it, Cameron.”
