“How else am I ever going to get you to grant me anal sex?”
My mouth falls open in shock and I burst out laughing. “Every single time your romance score rises, you open your stupid big mouth and crash-tackle it back to zero.”
He smiles with his eyes still closed. “Well...” He brings his hand up to behind his head. “You did say that you were saving your ass for your husband.”
I giggle and kiss his big, stupid lips.
He raises his eyebrow. “And I am a goal-orientated man, you know.”
I laugh. “I think you told me about your goals on the first night you met me.” I smile and look back at my ring. “When you wanted to consummate our fake marriage.”
He rolls over quickly so that he’s on top of me. “That’s when you told me you were saving yourself for your husband.” His dark eyes drop to my lips.
“You’re not my husband yet,” I whisper.
He bends and catches my bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it to him. “I’m going to be your husband very soon.” He reaches down and circles his fingers over my clitoris, and then as his eyes hold mine he slides two fingers deep into my sex. My back arches off the bed in approval.
I watch him watching me.
He slowly pulses his thick fingers in and out as he watches my face in wonder. His lips move to my ear and he bites down hard. I wince at the feel of his teeth on my skin.
“When I’m your wife you can do whatever you want with me,” I breathe.
His eyes flicker with arousal. “I intend to,” he whispers. “And you’re going to love every fucking hard inch of it.” He pushes three fingers in aggressively, and I moan in pleasure. He starts to work me hard, then harder, and the bed is rocking as I ride his thick, strong fingers.
“Do you like that, Bloss?” he whispers as he watches my face. “My dirty little fiancée.”
I smile and close my eyes. God, he’s so good at this.
G spot… every damn time.
He strokes it, pumps it and stretches me wide, causing my mouth to drop open from the pleasure. “Oh...” I moan, my legs opening farther without instruction. I need him deeper. “God,” I whimper. He’s been touching me for all of two minutes and I already can’t take a second more.
I need him now.
He slides beneath the blankets and my eyes fall to the open door. “Cam, the door,” I breathe.
He goes lower and lower, and he nips my hipbones with his teeth. I jump off the bed and bring my hands to the back of his head. He throws my legs over his broad shoulders and drops his lips to my sex. I hear him inhale deeply and my eyes roll back in my head. Fuck, he’s so damn hot. Then he really starts to go to town. Long, deep licks tease me, followed by a slow suck and then a nibble of my clitoris... the perfect trifecta.
Again and again.
Cameron Stanton is the king of oral.
There isn’t a woman on Earth who wouldn’t orgasm within one-minute-flat with this technique, and I’m no different.
My breath begins to quiver as my body loses control, and my fingers instinctively run through his hair.
He adds his fingers in time with his tongue and that’s it.
I can’t hold it.
I bring my legs up as I try to deal with the sensory overload. “Open your fucking legs!” he growls as he slams them back against the mattress.
One more deep lick, and my whole body convulses forward as an orgasm rips through me. Before I can react, he has my legs lifted over his shoulders and he slams into me.
“Fuck, yeah,” he whispers in my ear.
He kisses me, and I can taste my own salty arousal on his lips, feel it in his stubble and, holy fuck, this man is off the charts.
Then he’s riding me hard. Deep, punishing hits. All I can do is cling to him as his body takes what it needs from mine. Perspiration dusts his skin and his hair falls over his forehead as he concentrates.
He widens his knees to give himself better control and really lets me have it.
Ah, shit, the door. I glance over at it again. “The door, Cam,” I whisper.
“Shut up and fuck me,” he growls. He turns his head to kiss my ankle and the sight of him tenderly caressing my foot as his cock near rips me in half is a