Page 32 of You Are Cordially Invited

“Ivana.”

“Ivana who?”

“Ivana fuck your brains out.”

“Oh. My. Fucking. God.” He laughed and walked his feet back, widening his stance and putting his glorious arse on full display. “You did not just say that.”

I took a few seconds to drink in the sight of his tight, lithe body and then angled the water away and pushed up against him, bending my knees so my dick nestled nicely into his crease. Then I reached around and stroked him slowly.

“Mmm.” He rocked his hips back and forth and turned his head for an awkward kiss. “Damn, that feels good. What’s got into you tonight? Not that I’m complaining.” He paused. “Ugh. Right there... yesssss. Mmmmmm. It’s been a while since I’ve had the pleasure of riding your dick, but I have to say, I’m fucking excited at the prospect.”

“Just needed to feel you wrapped around me, sweetheart.” I nuzzled his hair and kissed the nape of his neck as I kept stroking his dick, while the fingers of my other hand slid between our bodies to tease his hole.

“Yeah. Right there,” he huffed, pushing back.

Two fingers immediately slid up to the first knuckle and he gasped and rocked harder—forwards into my fist and backwards to fuck himself on my fingers. Then he dropped his forehead to the tile wall and wrapped a hand around mine to tighten the grip on his cock.

“Such a bossy fucking top,” I snorted in his ear and he laughed.

“You love it.”

I so fucking did.

“How do you want me?” He grunted as I pushed deeper.

“Just like this.” I removed my fingers and lined up my aching dick.

He pushed his arse back a little more and I bent lower. Thank fuck for a strong core.

“Keep stroking,” I told him.

“Now who’s bossy?”

“I’m just warning you I won’t last. It’s been too long.”

“I should ask you more—ow!”

I soothed the red hand mark on his tattooed arse. “That’s not your job. I’ll let you know. That’s what we agreed, and this is me letting you know.”

“Okay, okay—arrrrrgh.”

I breached him and slid up to full hilt in a single long glide.

He panted and bore down. “Jeez Louise, warn a guy next time.”

“You love it,” I grunted, holding back, trying not to rush him.

“I so fucking do.”

“And you’ve got altogether too much to say for yourself tonight.” I rocked a little in his arse, just enough so he could feel the stretch around the base of my dick, and he sucked in a breath.

“Jesus, you feel big back there.” Cam panted in and out. “But so fucking good.” He pushed back hard to hammer home his point, and then pulled forward, almost unseating me before slamming back again.

Cameron Wano—the very definition of topping from the bottom.

“Nuh-uh. Not this time, baby.” I sank my fingers into those lean hips and wrested control back. He growled and tried to wriggle free, but I was having none of it, my gaze locked on those few centimetres where my cock slid in and out of his tight, hot hole as my orgasm rocketed toward me.

“Son of a bitch, you’re tight.” I dragged my dick in and out of the stranglehold Cam’s furnace of an arse had around it, feeling that clench and release action he was so fucking good at. “You better be close because I’m nearly—fuuuuuuck!”

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