Page 99 of Hard Rock Sin

He paused with a questioning noise.

"I want to feel you," I told him, cheeks burning.

His eyes blazed with heat, understanding my meaning. "You sure? 'Cause I would fucking kill to come inside you. But—"

"I'm on the pill," I reassured. "I mean, as long as you…" I trailed off.

"I'm clean." He ran a soothing hand up and down my hip. The touch sent shivers through my spine. "I made an appointment to get checked right after our first time."

"Then I'm sure. I want to feel you inside me, skin to skin."

I angled him towards my entrance, nestling the tip between my folds.

He cursed, falling forward until his forehead touched mine. "You're so fucking wet."

"It's all for you."

"I don't think I can go slow."

"I don't want you to."

He narrowed his eyes at me. "You want it hard and fast, Angel?"

"God, yes," I breathed.

He nudged my thighs wider. The tip brush my clit. I almost came instantaneously from that touch alone.

With a thrust of his hips, he drove himself into me. My wet walls stretched around him. I let out a choked cry. He captured it with his mouth.

He held himself there, letting me get used to his size. My insides fluttered around him. That sweet ache began building again. I arched my back, trying to take more of him.

Despite his words, he moved slowly at first, with smooth deep strokes. A universe of sensations gathered between my legs. I locked my legs around his hips and writhed shamelessly, urging him to go faster.

Cameron gripped my hips in his hands and lifted me up, until the head had nearly left me. He snapped his hips at the same time as he pushed me down, impaling me on his cock. Then he did it again, and again. I cried out, a continuous series of gasps and moans. He didn't try to quiet me. The look of utter concentration on his face, the trembling of his muscles, told me he was fighting for control.

"More," I urged breathlessly.

His eyes glinted darkly. He lifted me up and shoved me back down again. I moaned. He picked up the rhythm, grinding into me before pulling out and slamming in. My mind was sent reeling. The dig of his fingers in my thighs was going to leave bruises. I relished the thought. I wanted evidence of his passion, of his need for me.

He drove his cock deeper and deeper inside me. I felt it swell even further. The hardening length rammed into me, hitting me in just the right spot. I let out a choked breath as a powerful orgasm rose within me.

Cameron crushed his mouth to mine and pressed a thumb into my clit. He ignited an inferno inside me, fanning the flames higher and higher. I clung to his shoulders and lost myself in him. Those skillful lips and tongue and fingers and cock unraveled me from the inside out.

My mind was still soaring through the clouds when I heard him grunt and felt him pulse inside me. He spent himself into me, twitching and throbbing. His thighs were straining, his jaw clenched.

The pleasure slowly abated. I found myself collapsed against his chest, panting heavily. His arms were wrapped around my waist. His face was buried in my hair. We leaned into each other, catching our breaths.

After long moments, my hips began to ache. I shifted uncomfortably.

"Did I hurt you?" Cameron immediately asked.

"No." I was slightly achy, but in that wonderful, amazing, life-altering way. "This is just an awkward position to be in for too long."

Cameron reached for a box of tissues on the closest end table. He helped me clean up as I gingerly lifted myself from his lap.

When we were clothed, Cameron pulled me in for another kiss. He traced a line down my cleavage, to my breasts.

"See? No visible hickies," he said.