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GRACE
DidI say I hate New Year’s resolutions? I was so wrong. Cam’s eating my pussy like it’s his last meal, and I’m about to come faster than I ever have.
Bold was a great plan.
And Cameron’s wild. He’s fucking goddamnwild.He growls and bites and drags me where he wants me. Totally in control. I’ve never been grabbed so roughly, sucked so hard, fingered so aggressively.
It’s beyond anything I’ve ever imagined, and when I do finally come, my thighs squeeze so tight around his head that I’m afraid I’ll rupture his eardrums. But he just rides it out, his tongue and fingers never slowing.
Once I’m slumped on the mattress in a boneless pile of woman, he swipes his forearm across his mouth and grins like he’s proud of me. Hell,I’mproud of me.
“That,” I gasp out, waving a limp hand, “was way more than competent.” He crawls up my body to sprawl next to me, resting his hand on my stomach while I’m still rocked by little tremors.
“Misspent youth pays off.”
His eyes wander down my body, and the hunger on his face has me flushing in embarrassed delight. He doesn’t make a move to take things any further, and I appreciate the chance to catch my breath. More than that, I appreciate the chance to study him up close like I’ve always wanted to. He’s got lean muscles and strong thighs, the perfect amount of chest hair, and a cock that looks painfully hard.
I can help with that.
“Are you as good with this as you are with your tongue?” I lick my palm as I sit up, wrapping it around his length and pumping until his hips lift and moisture beads at the tip.
“You fucking know it.” His knuckles are white where he’s gripping the sheets, the tattoos on the backs of his hands a brightly colored contrast. “Can I show you?”
“Yes, Chef,” I breathe, and he barks a laugh and loops his arm around my neck, pulling me in for a quick kiss.
“I like you, Gracie.” Another lightning-quick press of his lips against mine and he’s grabbing a condom from the nightstand and rolling it on. Then I’m on my back, and he’s between my legs, a beautiful stranger and a familiar face all at once.
He pushes inside me in one smooth motion, freezing once he’s fully seated, and I gasp at the sheer pleasure of being filled. When my eyes meet his, he flashes me another one of those smiles, quick and bright and sincere, and then he does it again, manhandling me where he wants me. I’m not a small woman, but he moves me around with ease and authority, lifting my hips and slinging my leg over his shoulder as he thrusts into me.
This man is going to ruin me for all future sex partners.
The thought’s barely moved through my brain when he hauls my ass onto his thighs and palms one of my breasts, thumbing my nipple as he rocks into me with fluid motions. His forehead’s furrowed in concentration, his expression fierce, but I prefer this man with a little more sweetness. So I buck upward, tightening my inner walls around his rock-hard cock as I murmur, “Mmmm, yes. Al dente.”
This pulls a surprised laugh out of him, and he pulls all the way out of me, only to thrust back into me with such delicious roughness that I squeal.
“Fuck, Gracie. Ilikeyou,” he says again, shaking his head as his chest heaves.
He pulls out again and flips me like a pancake so he can drag me up by my hips and push into me from behind, and oh my Christ, it’sso good, the angle he’s hitting, the way my vision’s going black around the edges. A second orgasm dancing on the horizon has me reaching blindly for my clit to help it along.
He slaps my ass and growls, “Yeah, touch yourself, baby. Come for me again.”
But he only lets me circle my clit a few times before he’s wrapped an arm around my throat and pulled up so my back meets his front. He replaces my fingers with his own, and his other hand moves down to my breast. I reach behind me and grab onto his ass as he pumps into me, and then I’m coming. And coming and coming.
He comes too, with a guttural moan that I can feel rolling through his chest. “Fuck, that’s incredible,” he groans out. “You feel so fucking hot, baby. So tight.”
Afterward, we flop onto the mattress, both of us sweaty and grinning, and I have to bite my lip to keep from saying it back:I like you, Cam. But that’s just the post-sex hormones talking, so I don’t let it slide past my lips.
The headboard-rattling orgasm seems to have drained all the frenzied energy out of him, and his eyes are soft and sleepy as he loops an arm around me and rests his head against my neck to catch his breath.
“Christ, your pussy felt good,” he murmurs, running a hand down my side. “Maybe the best I’ve ever…”
His voice drifts off as I stretch languidly and poke him in the ribs next to those ridiculous pasta shapes. “I believe I was promised food,” I remind him.
But he doesn’t joke back like I’m expecting him to; he’s too busy staring at his lap. When he looks up, his whole body is rigid.
“The condom broke.”
