Camille's POVI adjusted my dress and added a touch of my lipgloss before stepping out of my room. It was exactly an hour since Gavriel left. I was sure he headed straight for the suite. I would have left immediately as well, but Dad stayed in the living room, murmuring and rambling. He was probably drunk. And now he had to be fast asleep. I yawned, then shook myself awake. I couldn't sleep yet. If my guess was right, Gavriel would fuck me tonight. And oh boy, I couldn't wait. The taste of him still lingered on my tongue. I closed my eyes briefly recalling how mercilessly he had fucked my mouth. It had been too much at first. I was afraid I'd choke and die. But he knew how far my limits were. He knew what I could take better than I knew myself. That made him addicting as hell. I tiptoed down the stairs and just when my feet graced the last stair case, the lights came on. Shit. My father stood at the top of the stairs and he didn't look happy one bit. “Hi, Dad,” I ga
Camille's POVPain mixed with pleasure filled my head, driving me nuts. My hands gripped the bedsheet as he fitted the clamp properly around my pussy lips, stretching me, exposing me. Tears stung my eyes and I struggled to think straight. “Daddy,” I gasped. “It's too much.” “You can take it, pet,” He murmured, caressing my exposed clit lightly. I moaned at the warm liquid pleasure that filled my veins with his touch. “Please,” I begged. I just wanted his cock. I thought he was going to fuck me, not punish me some more. “Please, what?” He whispered, his hand growing more insistent as they stroked my exposed clit. He leaned down, taking a nipple into his mouth. My hands flew up to his hair, holding him in place. “Hands on the bed!” He ordered pulling at the chain that held the clamp. “Yes sir!” I sobbed, writhing in pain. His mouth closed around my nipples then, soothing the pain he had just caused me. He teased my nipples, sucking on them, grazing my tits with his teeth. A
Gavriel's POV“Fuck!” I cursed, gritting my teeth as my pet’s tight walls clamped around my cock. Clamped was a fucking understatement. They squeezed so hard, threatening to milk my cock dry. “You’re tight. Too fucking tight!” Her heat and juices flooded my shaft and for a second, it was almost too much. The minx had orgasmed with just a thrust. She must have been so close to the edge. As her walls squeezed against my shaft, I withdrew and thrusted right back in, fucking her through her orgasm. Her eyes opened slightly, and that pert mouth formed an oh before she fell limply against the bed, whimpering. Those walls twitched harder, making it so fucking hard to get my cock in. And hell, that felt so damned good. I pulled my cock out, watching her greedy little cunt walls grip onto it fiercely. I pinned her hips down with my hands and buried my cock in that wet, warm heaven. My breathing came down harsh and heavy. She felt so good. So fucking perfect.“Camille!” I roared. “Y
Camille's POV“I need the files on the fashion shows in Italy.” Gavriel's voice buzzed through the intercom. I glared at the device before standing up with a sigh. Walking into his office, I glared at him, folding my arms. “I dropped the file on your desk this morning.” “Well, I can't find it,” he grunted, his eyes fixed on his laptop screen. He would not look at me. Just like he hadn't all through the morning. And he seemed rather hell bent on acting like he hadn't had his cock in my pussy yesterday. “Did you check?” I scoffed , feeling irritated with him. Yesterday was amazing. Until it wasn't. He ruined it all with his silly attachment to my father. Okay perhaps it wasn't silly. And I would admit, his loyalty to my dad was amazing and commendable. But that only made me want him more. Standing before him, knowing that under that cold stiff demeanor of his, there was a blazing passionate man, who knew just the right places to touch to set me on fire. “Search for the file,M
Gavriel's POV“Mr Donovan?” Fuck, I cursed mentally, withdrawing my fingers from the tight, hot piece of heaven they had been buried in. With her pussy juices still coating my fingers, I tapped on the intercom. “I'm here,” I told the receptionist. Why on earth was she contacting me? They were supposed to go through my secretary-Oh right, Camille.My secretary was currently bent over my desk, mewling and pouting at me. “Your meeting with the marketing team was supposed to start a few minutes ago. They tried to reach Miss Camille to remind you, but she isn't responding to the intercom.” My receptionist explained. Shit. I had forgotten all about the meeting. I was sure Camille had as well. Every logical thought flew out the window the minute she walked in. “I see, thank you. I'll be there in a few minutes,” I let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of my nose in irritation at both myself and the tempting slut who remained bent over my desk. “Get dressed,” I ordered bleakly, mak
Camille's POVHolding Gavriel's gaze, I slid my pussy up and down the leather. The rough material rubbed harshly on my pussy lips, but with how wet I was, it felt so good. I placed my hands on the table to steady myself, grinding my cunt all over the chair. I rolled my hips, moaning when the leather hit the hood of my clit.Gavriel cursed, watching me intently. His hazel eyes burned holes into my skin, watching as I tried to make myself cum. His hands reached into my hair, stroking it gently. “Grind that pussy harder, Camille.”“Yes sir,” I moaned. His hand grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling on it. My pussy clenched and quivered at the action. I wanted to tell him, give me more. His cock rose within his pants, on the same level as my face. “Can I lick it?” I asked, licking my lips. “Not yet,” he ordered, still gripping my hair with one hand while his other hand moved down and unbuttoned my shirt. I moaned when he freed my tits, the pink nipples stiff and hard. Making a
Camille's POVHis eyes flashed at my words, and his nostrils flared. He watched me touch myself, watched me delve my fingers into my pussy and struggle to make myself cum. My lips were parted, my eyes hooded as I stared at him, begging him to come closer. Begging him to finish what he started. Fuck, I really was a slut. The entire room was filled with the scent of my pussy juices, driving me drunk with passion. Holding his gaze, I slipped my fingers, thoroughly coated with my pussy juices, into my mouth. I closed my eyes as my taste flooded my tongue, moaning softly. He growled, yanking his tie loose and stalked towards me. His arms looped around my thighs, bringing me closer to the edge of the table. Tossing me a wink, he buried his face in my pussy. My body tensed. His nose rubbed against intimate parts of me, over my pussy lips and then between them. “You smell so good pet,” he groaned. “And heavens, you're as wet as the fucking ocean.” It's all your fault, I wanted to say
Camille's POV“Ah, shopping,” I sighed as we walked into the grand mall. “How I have missed you!” “We haven't done this in forever,” Megan groaned behind me. “I used to hate coming here with you,but now I actually miss it.” “Oh please,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “You enjoyed coming here with me. Don't deny it.” “Maybe,” she said cheekily, weaving her arm with mine.“So, what's the occasion? Your dad finally gave you your credit cards?” I scoffed, pressing my lips into an angry line. “I wish. I thought he would calm down soon when he first decided to seize all my cards. But considering it's been about three months now, I doubt I'm ever getting them back.” “He must have been really pissed with you,” Megan mumbled. I tried to shrug off her words, but they stung. My father really had been angry. In all my years, I had never seen him as angry as when he had come to bail me at the police station after I had hit that girl with my car. It had been a mistake. And if we were being tru