Page 182 of Story of My Life
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he hissed.
I was the heroine of head. The badass of BJs. The oracle of oral.
Cam stilled my head, holding me in place. His cock pulsed against my tongue and tonsils. “Fuck, Hazel. I need to be inside you like this.”
“Lie wha?” I asked indelicately, with my mouth full. My mother would have been horrified.
“Nothing between us. I need to feel you, baby.”
My vagina did an exuberant cartwheel. I’d written moments like this, but I’d never lived one before. Even in marriage, I’d been a stickler for precautions. Cam was taking the whole book-boyfriend thing to a new level.
“Yesh.”
“Yes?” he repeated.
I nodded.
He gave a victorious pump of his hips and groaned. Another burst of salty heat hit the back of my throat. I squeezed my thighs together to relieve some of the pressure that was building inside me. But nothing helped.
“Goddammit,” he muttered and dragged me off his erection with a pop.
I didn’t have enough time to be embarrassed because he was hauling me to my feet, boosting me up, and wrapping my legs around his waist.
My back hit the brick and nearly knocked the wind out of me. But I didn’t care because Cam was lining up that swollen crown to go where I needed it most.
“We good?” he rasped.
“So fucking good.” I was nodding so hard, my head hit the wall. “Ow. Also, birth control. I’m on…stuff.” I couldn’t think properly, let alone speak coherent words. Not with thescorching-hot tip of the most perfect penis in the world ready to invade.
I closed my eyes, afraid of what he would see in them if I kept them open.
“Open your eyes and look at me, baby.”
Damn it.
I opened one eye. He was looking at me through half-mast lashes with a hunger I’d never seen directed at me before. My other eye popped open.
“Good girl,” he growled in approval.
And then he drove his bare cock inside me and I lost my damn mind.
It was some biological switch that had flipped. I was programmed to orgasm on Cam’s naked cock. That was the only reason I could come up with for the instantaneous orgasm that rolled through me like a tidal wave.
I cried out as I came.
His eyes went hard with triumph as he pumped into me rough and fast, controlling my orgasm with his sheer will. I watched them go dark with fire, saw the muscles of his neck cord. He stared into the depths of my real-life soul, as he gripped my hips and slammed himself home one last time. On a strangled shout, he released the first jet of come inside me.
It was scorching hot, branding me in a place no one had ever touched before. The visceral grunt vibrated his chest against mine, but still he continued to fuck. Each hard, jerky thrust rewarded me with a new, dizzying burst of semen.
I was coming again or still. As if my body were forcing his to give over everything. Our mouths fused, our breath became one, as we rode out the climax together.
“We good?”
The man had insisted on driving me home. I had insisted that since he was here, he could hang the TV in my bedroom. Which was how I ended up naked in bed, watchingBridgertonwith Cam and a pint of ice cream he’d shoplifted from his own store.
My lady parts were still echoing from the parade of orgasms he’d marched through my body, and there was a baby pig snoring in the corner of my room. All in all, I considered it an excellent way to spend an evening.
“Uh-huh,” I said around a mouthful of Rocky Road. “So good.”
