Page 58 of Ravage

He chuckles, and I glare at him over my shoulder.

"You know you love it when I edge you, princess. The mind-numbing orgasm is worth the frustration you're feeling right now." He runs a hand over my arse, then slaps it, grinning when I moan. "So fucking responsive."

He shoves his fingers into my pussy and thrusts them in and out painfully slow while teasing my clit with a whisper light touch of his thumb. His tongue returns to rimming my arsehole, working me up again, only to pull away once more.

On and on it goes. At this point, I'm pretty sure he's the master of edging. My legs are trembling with need, and if it wasn't for the way he has me bent over the back of the couch, I'd be a fucking puddle on the floor.

When his tongue flicks my clit again, I sob. "Please, Cam. Please let me come," I moan, a frustrated tear tracking down my cheek.

He chuckles against my pussy but doesn't move away this time as my pussy flutters around his fingers.

I am the wettest I've ever been, and the throbbing between my legs is so intense that it hurts. As the orgasm that has been denied athousand times finally barrels down over me, my legs give out, and he grips my hips to keep me upright as I sob and moan, losing all ability to function as the pleasure rips through me in wave after wave. I scream his name as my ears ring.

"That's right, princess. Remember that it's me who turns you into a quivering mess right now. And I'm just getting started."

The sound of a condom wrapper ripping open sinks into my dazed brain, and I blink slowly as I turn to look at him while he rolls it over his rock-hard cock. He guides himself through the wetness of my release.

"Where should I put this, Imogen? In here?" He prods the entrance of my pussy with his cock. "Or here." He circles his tip around my arsehole, and I whimper, anticipation coursing through me.

He chuckles. "You want me to fuck your tight little arse, don't you, princess?"

I moan as he pushes in, just a fraction, before pulling away again, teasing me once more. "Tell me where you want it, Imogen," he commands.

"Fuck my arse, Cam!" I practically scream, and he chuckles.

"Okay, okay. I'll fuck your arse, seeing as you asked so nicely."

I glare at him, and he shoots me a wicked grin as he pushes the tip in once more. The familiar burn starts, and I hiss as he moves in and out in short, shallow thrusts, opening me further each time.

Finally, he slides all the way to the hilt with a groan. "So fucking tight."

The discomfort slowly ebbs away, and with each thrust of his hips, pleasure builds, and I moan again.

He finds my clit with the hand not gripping my hip, circling it with two fingers.

"I knew you'd be able to take everything I threw at you, and you didn't disappoint, princess. Your arse is almost as exquisite as your pussy."

Every word that comes out of his mouth is wicked. Sebastian is the king of dirty talk, but Cam is proving to be just as good.

Each thrust, each slap of my arse has me coming undone, and I give myself over to him fully as he demands more, picking up speed and fucking my arse hard.

He may be able to pour his feelings into me when he's worshipping my body. But he can also fuck hard, and I can tell I'm never going to know which version of him I'm going to get.

This thought sends me over the edge, and I cry out as I come.

"Good girl." His thrusts slow before he eases out of me.

I always find this part of anal uncomfortable, but I don't notice as much when he pushes his finger into my pussy, giving me something to clamp around as my release continues to roll through me.

Once I've come back down to earth, he pulls out his finger and discards the condom before rolling on a fresh one.

Taking my hand, he leads me around the couch, taking a seat before pulling me down over him so that I'm straddling his lap. He guides me down onto his cock, and my pussy grips him as I slide right down. We both groan together as he fills me completely.

We sit like that for a few breaths, our foreheads touching. He finally lifts my jumper over my head, then urges me to roll my hips, rocking me back and forth. I ride his cock slowly as his lips find my breast. He sucks gently, running his tongue over my pebbled nipple while he massages my other breast with the hand that isn't gripping my hip.

When a whimper escapes from me, he pulls his head back and holds my gaze, reaching up to run his thumb along my lower lip.

"So fucking beautiful," he whispers, before pulling my head down to kiss me.

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