Shaw pushes up and moves over me, bracing himself on his palms and looking down into my eyes. “Camden, don’t just picksomething. With me, you can have everything. I can make you come all night long. And if you can’t choose, I’ll just start witha nice, slow, wet kiss,” he says, then slides the tip of his tongue along his lips, “along your very pretty cunt.”
I gasp. This man. His mouth is sinful. “Yessss.”
He drops a tease of a kiss to my throat. “Lie back, princess. Let me show you what getting fucked by the rival feels like…” He slides a hand down my stomach right between my thighs. “Especially since you’re so ludicrously wet.”
That’s the word for the way I feel right now—ludicrous.
But when he skims my panties off, the new word is a long, needyohhhh.
He presses a soft kiss to my pussy, then flicks his tongue down, like he’s lapping up all my wetness.
I arch my hips as he travels back up, the flat of his tongue worshipping me.
He roams his hands down the back of my thighs, then pushes my knees up to my waist, opening me, making me feel so damn vulnerable and wildly aroused at the same time as he eats me like I’m a decadent crème brûlée and he’s licking every last drop off the spoon. He pushes my knees higher up, opening me even more while he draws a dizzying circle around my pussy with his wicked tongue.
I’m grasping at the covers, clawing at the sheets, bucking against him. For a second, he stops. “Grab my hair, princess. You can fuck my face while I fuck you with my tongue.”
Sensations bathe every cell in my body. I feel loose and warm as I lace my fingers through his thick, dark strands, tugging him closer.
The sounds he makes—the hums, the murmurs—are obscene.
And so are mine as he goes down on me like my pleasure is his only goal. He flicks his tongue around my clit, then sucks it.
My hips jump up. “Oh god,” I gasp.
Everything feels electric.
“Better?” he whispers before he dives back into his feast.
“Better?” I repeat, then it hits me what he’s asking. Is this better than my ex? “It’s in a different league.”
I can feel him smile, pleased, satisfied as he French kisses my pussy till I’m writhing, crying out, then falling apart.
My world is white-hot and hazy for a long while, and when I finally come down from the high of my release, I expect Shaw to be hovering over me, ready to fuck me.
But the man doesn’t abandon his position. He simply lowers my legs to the bed, slides his hands under my ass like he’s scooping me closer, then looks up and meets my gaze. “Let’s see about another one, shall we?”
I gulp. But I can’t say no to this. “We shall. Oh, we definitely shall.”
He shakes his head, clearly amused, but then he returns to my center seconds later. I’m so sensitive that he has to slow his pace. He’s more tender this time, with teasing little licks at first. But once I settle back down, he turns on all his talents, this time slipping a finger inside me. My breath catches.
Then two.
Now three.
Oh god.
Oh fuck.
He crooks them, hitting a spot that makes me see supernovas. Light bursts behind my eyes, and before I know it, I’m coming again. It’s a shorter, sharperOthan the last one, but no less good.
When I come down, he crawls up me, wiping a hand across his mouth, then unhooking my bra.
“There,” he says like a declaration. “Now, why don’t you sit on my cock for a good long while, princess?”
I nibble on the corner of my lips, leaning into the moment. “Only if you think you can make me come harder than I ever have before.”
He scoffs, but it ends on a smirk. “Princess, IknowI can.”
