Page 83 of A Simple Regret

His hips buck involuntarily and his hold on my hair tightens. It’s not painful. In fact, it spurs me on, encouraging me to keep going, to finish this. To finish him off.

I double down my efforts, twisting my hand and sucking him down my throat. I ignore the reflex that makes me want to gag, using the extra saliva as lube for my movements.

“Fuck,” he groans, his body starting to take over and move. He bucks his hips up, driving his cock into my mouth. “I’m gonna come, Shortcake. Pull out now if you don’t want me down your throat.”

I don’t move, determined to finish this one way. I go down as far as I can and glide my tongue across the sensitive head.

He thrusts his hips up and holds still as hot cords of cum slam into the back of my throat. I swallow, watching him as my eyes water. He sags against the mattress, breathing hard, while I lick him clean and smile.

“Best bonus ever,” he mutters, making me giggle.

“I’ve been dying to do that since I saw you standing in the hallway at the bar, waiting for me while I used the restroom,” I tell him.

Suddenly, he moves, leaping over me and somehow spinning me around in one swift motion. I’m flat on my back before I can blink, staring up at heat-filled eyes that promise dirty things. “Funny, because I’ve been dying to do something since I first saw you standing in your driveway that first time.”

“Yeah? What’s that?” I ask, breathlessly.

“I want to watch you ride my cock,” he says, nudging my nose with his, “after I eat your pussy.”

“You’ve already done that,” I remind him.

“Yes, but that was yesterday. I want to do it every day,” he states before starting to lower himself down my naked body. He places kisses against my flesh, sucking on my nipples, as he heads south and settles between my legs. “Mmm, breakfast.”

“Umm, I was actually thinking maybe you could come with me for breakfast,” I say, glancing down and meeting his gaze.

“Breakfast with your dad and son?”

I nod.

“Yes, I’d love to join you,” he says, shifting down closer and taking a swipe at my clit with his tongue. “We’ll call this pre-breakfast.”

I don’t have a lot of experience with oral, but I’m starting to think Camden somehow majored in it after I left town. His tongue is…wow. I don’t want to think about all the practice he’s probably gotten in the last seven years, so I’ll focus on how he makes me feel now and not dwell on the rest.

He flattens his tongue on my clit and licks from the bottom to the top. I’m already wet, thanks to the blow job I gave him. It was a heady feeling, bringing him to his knees—figuratively, of course—so quickly with my mouth, and it’s the exact same thing he’s doing to me now.

I rock my hips, seeking more of that glorious friction. I could get off with just him licking my clit. I grab his head, holding him in place, begging him not to stop.

“I can tell you’re already close, Shortcake. Do you want to come?”

“God yes,” I murmur, riding his mouth.

My body moves on its own, desire taking over. My orgasm is building, everything I have inside me tightening to the point of pain. But it’s the best pain you can feel, especially when you just…explode. I cry out, gyrating on his face as I fly over the edge of bliss. Raw euphoria races through my veins as he draws out every drop of release I have.

He licks my thighs before placing open-mouthed kisses across my pubis. “Fuck, I could do that every day and it would never be enough,” he says, crawling up my body and pressing a chaste kiss to my lips. “You taste delicious.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and bring him down to my mouth. I don’t even care neither of us have brushed our teeth. I crave his lips, need his touch. “Grab a condom,” I instruct, releasing my hold on him only long enough for him to retrieve protection.

He makes quick work at covering his erection before moving toward the headboard and leaning back in a slightly reclined position. “Climb on, beautiful.”

I do, swinging my leg over his and straddling his hips. His erection is long, hard, and ready, and within seconds, I’m slowly lowering myself down onto him. There’s a slight burn as I do, a bit of discomfort from use. It’s been years since I was with a man, and Camden is bigger than my previous partner.

“Easy, Shortcake,” he says, holding me against him as my body takes a few moments to adjust.

“Gotta move,” I insist, need pushing past any discomfort I may have felt.

“Then move.”

So I do. I rock my hips, letting my body lead. If it feels good, I keep doing it, gyrating and grinding down on him. He grips my ass, holding on and guiding me. My clit brushes across his pubis, sending pleasure racing through every part of me. A few days ago, I wouldn’t have thought it possible to have multiple orgasms so close together, but Camden is proving me wrong there too. He’s the king of multiple O’s.