Total surrender

Camille's POV

Holding 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