All Chapters of Craving my Dad's Billionaire BestFriend: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Camille's POV"Interesting choice," Gavriel hummed, untying my hands. I could swear my knees buckled at that sound. Now that I knew it was him, it somehow heightened my pleasure. The desire for him. He still hadn't figured out who I was, and I was grateful for that. The minute he found out that I was Camille, all of this could end. My eyes fell on the impressive cock pushing against the zipper of his pants. I had to have him before then. "Pick it up," he ordered, bringing me back to the present. I reached for the toy. It was an odd looking, cylindrical vibrator, about six inches long. It had a handle at the end. The head of the vibrator was covered with ridges and bumps. The size, the design made it look so nasty, I could barely wait for it to be lodged in my pussy. Gavriel slipped behind me, covering my hands with his. "Do you like the toy?" He whispered, guiding my hands to bring the toy to my lips. "Yes sir," "Hmm. Open up slut," he murmured. I parted my mouth. The t

Camille's POVCrap. I tapped my bag nervously. "It's nothing," Gavriel's eyes narrowed, and he stepped closer. I could feel his warm breath fan my face as he demanded. "I asked a question!" Shit. I thought I had hidden the mask quickly. I couldn't risk Gavriel finding out that I was the stripper. He would definitely stay away from me. Or worse, he could tell my father. "It's none of your business!" I yelled. "It's just a silly game I play with Megan. Now, if you're done being such a brute, let me go!" "Watch your tongue," He hissed, looking confused. "Who is Megan?" "A friend," I scoffed, adjusting my bag. I tightened my grip on it. I couldn't risk him trying to snatch it off. I doubted he had noticed the mask designs. Or that he had figured it out. Yet. People around us watched on, probably trying to figure out what was going on and who we were. Gavriel simply stood there, those eyes peering at me. Clearing my throat, I asked awkwardly. "Are we leaving? Or are you goi

Gavriel's POVCamille. I was fucked. Blue eyes stared back at me, wide as if caught red handed. I tried to think about what was happening. Why the hell was Camille in my arms? No. No, that didn't exactly explain the situation. Why the hell was Camille sitting on my thighs, with my cock mere inches from being buried in her cunt?! I had been so close. I had wanted to damn it all, lift those sexy hips and just give her what she wanted. What we both wanted. I had almost fucked Caldwell's daughter. I was a fucking fool! She smiled sheepishly at me before stuttering. "H-Hi Gav," I blinked, her words settling in. I still had my mask on. "How the hell do you know it was me?!" Now that I think about it. She wasn't surprised. If she hadn't known who I was, she was supposed to freak out. I was freaking out! I hadn't fucked her yet but hell, I ought to burn for the naughty things I had done to her. The things I had made her do. A replay of how I had mauled her pussy right in the

Gavriel's POVI resisted the urge to drag a hand through my hair and tug at it. I had gotten carried away again! I had expected to see Camille today. I knew the little slut way better than she knew herself. And I had thought I would be able to chase her off with a clear head. Until she had walked in, dressed in an abomination of a dress and all my coherent thoughts flew out the window. The only thoughts I had were to dominate the wild vixen. Now, I had to pick her father's calls while the scent of her pussy clung strongly to my fingers. I wanted to lick them. To taste her. To have her sprawled on my desk and eat that delicious cunt. The call dropped. I sighed in relief. And then it rang again. "Damn it, Caldwell!" I growled. I couldn't speak to him without feeling guilty. His little girl. I had her on my knees barely thirty seconds ago. With my fingers lodged in her tight as hell pussy. He would kill me. I was a terrible friend. I took a deep breath, snatched the device off

Gavriel's POV"Got the meds!" Caldwell's voice rang so loud as he stepped into the dining hall. He looked rather proud of himself yet completely unaware. Could he smell it? His daughter's arousal. Could he smell that tangy scent of her cunt juices? I could. And I would be damned for it, definitely. Because now it was all I could think about. They flooded my entire thinking. "I don't need meds," I watched Camille say. She walked towards the door that led to the dining room. "I'm going to rest a bit in my room." Caldwell tossed her a scathing look. "You're just running away from doing the dishes, aren't you?" "Maybe," the minx giggled before slipping out through the door, leaving me with her father. The toy, the vibrator that had been buried in her pussy a few minutes ago burned in my pocket, reminding me of her words earlier. Fuck I ought to teach her a lesson. For trying to play games with me. I glanced at her seat. I should have made her lick up all her juices from the cha