Page 57 of Ravage

He holds me immobile, and all I can do is stare into his eyes as he shoves two fingers inside me. I gasp at the sudden intrusion, but his expert fingers find my g-spot immediately as his thumb presses against my clit.

"Should I make you beg again, Imogen?" he asks, his tone once again shifting to the dominant one that takes over in the heat of the moment.

I whimper as he maintains the steady movement with his hand. Enough to make me quiver, but not hard enough for me to come.

"Please... I need more," I whisper, and a wicked smile appears on his face.

"And what is it you need more of, Imogen? My fingers? My tongue?" He moves his face closer again, pressing his lips to that sensitive spot once more, then runs his tongue over my skin. "Or my cock?" he adds in a low, seductive tone.

"All of it. I need all of it," I moan.

He gives a dark chuckle, thrusting harder with his fingers. "Such a greedy girl. And where do you want all of it? Do you want my cock in your mouth? Or in this tight little pussy?" He thrustsagain, before sliding his fingers out and circling the tight puckered hole only an inch away. "Or how about in here?" With his thumb still working my clit, he slides the tip of his finger in slowly, and I moan louder. "That's what I thought. You want my cock everywhere, don't you, dirty girl?"

"Yes," I whisper, closing my eyes as the burn subsides while he fucks my arse slowly with his finger.

"In that case." He yanks his hand away, and I whimper. "You better get that hot little mouth started on my cock. Then I'll give you the orgasm you were begging for."

Blinking away the lust haze in my brain, I lift myself from his lap. He stands and strips his clothes off. Our dinner lays abandoned on the coffee table, but there's only one thing I'm hungry for right now. I rub my clit to ease the ache, and his eyes flare.

"Oh, no, none of that." He flicks his gaze towards the door, assessing the room. He nods towards the front door. "Go kneel with your back to the door."

Trying to work out what he's thinking, I follow his instructions, sinking to my knees in front of the closed door. He follows, sliding his hands down my arms to grab both my wrists. I let him lift my arms above my head, and he pins them against the door.

"Can't have you trying to get yourself off before I get my taste." With one hand pinning both my wrists to the door and the other gathering my hair into a rough ponytail, he presses the tip of his long, thick cock to my lips. "Open up, princess."

I do what he says, anticipation running through me. I haven't really had a chance to taste him like this yet. Friday night had been all about him controlling my body, to come at his command. But this... this is about his pleasure.

And I am eager to please.

He slides his cock between my lips, and I flatten my tongue along the underside. After a few gentle thrusts, he finally slams himself down my throat, and I breathe throughmy nose, controlling my gag reflex. If there's one thing I've perfected since I've been playing with Sebastian, it's deep throating.

I can tell Cam approves when his gaze turns feral, and his hold on the back of my head tightens almost to the point of pain.

"I knew your mouth would be just as amazing as the rest of you," he grinds out, holding my head completely still so that I have no choice but to take every inch of his cock as he thrusts hard.

My eyes water, but this only heightens my arousal. Watching him take what he wants from my body while controlling it like this...

Yeah, I'm probably fucked up, but I love it.

I am completely at his mercy like this, with his hand wrapped around my wrists, small and fragile in his giant palm. The other hand moves my head, sometimes holding it completely still as he fucks my mouth with abandon. Other times, he uses my hair to guide my head back and forth along his cock. But every movement is all controlled by this tall, blond god of a man.

"You're so fucking perfect," he says, picking up the pace. "Look at you taking every inch of my cock like this, you dirty, dirty girl."

The wetness between my legs is almost embarrassing as his words make me ache.

I can tell the moment when his release begins, because he starts driving his hips forward faster as he shoves my mouth onto his cock. His expression shifts, his pupils dilating, and his lips part. A low groan falls from his mouth, and I feel him spurt down my throat. He holds my head on his throbbing cock as his body spasms.

"That's right, princess. Every fucking drop," he says as he holds my gaze.

Once he's done, he pulls back and releases my wrists. My arms tingle as I lower them slowly, but he doesn't give me long to recover. Lifting me off my knees, he pushes me towards the couch, bending me forward and burying his face into my pussy.

A moan rips from my throat as he sucks my clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue over it. He alternates between sucking my clit and thrusting his tongue into my pussy, adding in the odd lick over my arsehole, just to keep me guessing. I writhe against his face, and he grabs my hips, holding me still.

"Remember, princess. Your orgasms belong to me," he growls, and I do my best to stay still. "Good girl." He returns to what he was doing, running his tongue in a circle around my tight entrance.

The muscles in my abdomen clench, and I want so badly to come. Ineedto come.

But just like last time, when my body quivers, he pulls away. I whine, incapable of forming words as the frustration screams through me.

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