Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“How do I get this skirt off?” he asks as his gaze burns into me.
“How about I work on the rest of my clothes and you ditch yours?”
Camden grins, a competitive light shining in his eyes. Before I can even reach the zipper at the back of my skirt, he’s got his shorts and T-shirt whipped off and stands there gloriously naked and semi-erect.
“Damn… that was fast,” I mutter, my hand stilling at the zipper while rolling to my side. I think I’m probably in a decidedly unsexy pose.
And I can’t move. I’m mesmerized by how beautiful Camden is. All of that golden skin and defined muscle. My eyes catch on the thick length of his cock and I love that he keeps himself well-trimmed.
Apparently, I’m taking too long, because Camden’s hands are at my hips and he’s flipping me over. He finds the zipper and works it down, pulling my skirt and panties right down my legs. Then he’s hauling me up to my knees so he can whip off my turtleneck. He doesn’t waste time taking off my bra, merely pulling the cups down to expose my breasts. My nipples get sharp pinches between his thumbs and forefingers as he nuzzles my neck. I buck and then press my ass into him, feeling the thick length of his shaft against my lower back.
It all happens so fast. Once again, I’m flipped so I’m staring at the ceiling. Camden pulls my legs roughly apart and falls onto me, his mouth immediately on my pussy. It’s an ambush and I’m not prepared for how good it feels. I moan, lacing my fingers in that soft hair and pulling on it hard. My hips rotate against the onslaught, his tongue and lips playing my body perfectly.
Camden isn’t quiet in his endeavors. He sounds like a man starved who’s gorging on his first meal in forever. He sucks at my clit and pumps his fingers in and out of me. It’s almost embarrassing how he coaxes a ridiculously fast orgasm, and a hoarse scream rends the air between us. My hips jerk so violently my pubic bone catches him in the chin.
Chuckling, Camden crawls up my body and presses his mouth to mine in a deep, toe-curling kiss. Lifting his head, he stares down at me in triumph. “You’re like a bomb just waiting to be detonated. I wonder how fast I can make you come again.”
He starts sliding down my body, but I lock my hands behind his neck. “No way. You said you were going to fuck me and that’s exactly what I’m expecting.”
Camden appraises me with his lips curving upward. “Look at you, Danica. Using all the dirty words.”
And once more, my body is moving so fast, I’m dizzy. He flips me to my stomach and without even giving me time to take a breath, he pulls me up by the hips so I’m on my hands and knees. It’s a commanding move, and in this position I know what he wants.
Camden’s hand strokes my lower back and his tone is so gentle. “You have such a beautiful, luscious ass. I’m going to enjoy fucking you from behind so I can see it.”
I can’t tell if he’s trying to spar with me, both of us throwing out dirty exclamations. But I give it right back. “As long as when you do fuck me from behind, you do it hard.”
Camden snarls with challenge and pulls away from me to rummage around in the drawer of his bedside table. Out comes a condom, and it takes him no time to get it on his dick, now fully hard and thick.
Settling in behind me, Camden asks in what one might consider an ominous intonation, “Are you sure you want this rough?”
I can barely breathe from the suspense. “I’m sure.”
I brace myself for Camden to slam into me, but instead, he works his way in gently. I’m sopping wet from the orgasm, and my body stretches easily to accommodate his girth. He’s in no rush, but I know he’s affected by his harsh breathing. He curls his body over mine, splaying one hand across the center of my chest and the other between my legs.
He punches in the rest of the way and I scream with how good it feels. Camden groans, his hand plucking at my clit as he begins to fuck me from behind.
I’m overwhelmed with sensations, the play of his roughened fingertips between my legs and the length of him inside me hitting something that makes my eyes cross. It is the absolute perfect storm he’s unloading on my body and I feel another orgasm boiling.
How the hell does that happen so fast?
Camden thrusts into me, hitting me at the deepest point every time. He does it over and over and over again… relentlessly and beautifully. He’s barely a handful of strokes in when my fingers reflexively curl into the soft comforter. “Jesus… getting ready to come again.”