Page 601 of Manhattan Bossholes

He inhaled sharply. “Felicity…”

I could tell he wanted to get right to fucking me, but, as I’d expected, the rhythm of my mouth and tongue along his cock was too much for him to resist. He pulled the elastic from my hair and wound the long strands around his fist as I worked him. I could feel heat pooling between my legs as his breathing became more ragged.

I loved seeing big, strong Cameron O’Connor under my spell.

“Felicity…” he panted, gently pushing himself deeper into my mouth. “I want to fuck you…I need to…”

He was saying one thing, but his body was betraying him. I ignored him and kept worshipping him with my tongue. He seemed to be at war with himself, wanting me to keep going while wishing he could bury his cock deep inside another part of me.

“No.”

He pulled away abruptly with an anguished grunt and picked me up from my knees in a single fluid motion, then cradled me as he carried me over to the couch. He placed me down on the edge so my feet were on the floor, then pushed me back against it.

“My turn.”

Cameron slid his finger beneath the delicate strap on my underwear and snapped it in half, then pulled the ruined scrap out from beneath me. He bumped between my legs, looking almost hungry as he stared into my eyes, then lowered his head and pressed his mouth between my legs.

The jolt of his warm tongue swirling against my nub pulled an immediate cry of pleasure out of me. I writhed as he made love to me with his mouth, trying to hold on even though the orgasm was right there. I couldn’t comprehend how Cameron could get me to this point so quickly. It was like he could read exactly what my body needed, and he delivered on it, big time. Tongue, fingers, both together…I couldn’t keep track of the sensations building inside of me.

Cameron pushed against me and eased my leg over his shoulder, and the new angle was all I needed to throw me over the edge. One delicious tongue-sweep later and I was arching my back in a firestorm of ecstasy, chanting his name over and over.

When I finally caught my breath and opened my eyes, Cameron was watching me, still kneeling between my legs.

“I like the way you sound when you come,” he said in a low voice. “Especially when you say my name.” We stared at each other, the tension of the moment heavy in the air.

He leaned over to grab something from his pants, and when I heard the crinkle, I knew he was rolling on a condom.

“I like it so much that I need to hear it again. I wanna hear you screaming ‘Cameron’ at the top of your lungs when you come this time.”

I didn’t even have a chance to answer because he swept me up in his arms and moved me all the way back on the couch, then covered my body with his.

“Cameron, you feel so good,” I sighed, scratching lightly down his back with my fingernails.

He shivered. “No matter how you touch me I always want more,” he said gruffly.

He teased me with the tip of his cock, pressing ever so slightly on my heat, and I squirmed beneath him, trying to coax him closer.

“You ready?” he whispered in my ear.

He was still hovering at my seam, teasing my slick nub and promising more.

“Since the first moment I saw you.”

The words were barely out of my mouth before he pushed inside me with a heavy grunt. He filled me so perfectly, the wave of my climax started to build the moment we connected. I immediately raised my hips and wrapped my legs behind his back so I could take the full length of him.

Cameron started off slowly, teasing me with a steady rhythm, but the sound of my little whimpers and moans did something to him, and each thrust got harder. He wrapped his hands around my hips and raised onto his knees, positioning me so that only my shoulders were still touching the couch, all the while fucking me like I’d never been fucked before.

He reached down between my legs to caress me as he stroked in and out, and the orgasm that was right there, just waiting for the perfect moment, roared out of me with a force that nearly brought tears to my eyes.

It obviously wasn’t the first time I’d had an orgasm with a man, but it was the first time it had ever felt like that.

I was still riding out the shockwaves when Cameron threw his head back and let out a primal roar that seemed to go on forever. He paused, breathing heavily, then slowly lowered us back down to the couch so he could rest on top of me.

“That was…” I panted.

“Just the beginning,” Cameron answered, kissing my neck.

I could barely form a coherent thought as we rested in the afterglow, but the one persistent drumbeat echoing in my head was how I’d never been properly fucked before.