All Chapters of Craving my Dad's Billionaire BestFriend: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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

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 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“You're here,” I tried to hide my excitement as I approached Gavriel. I could feel the eyes of every single woman in the store on us right now, and I would bet the world that they were jealous. The devilishly handsome hulk standing in the room was obviously mine. And he had eyes for me alone.“I am,” he rumbled in that deep baritone of his. “How did you know I was here?” I asked, trying to resist the urge to fling myself into his arms. I had missed those large hands on me. Gripping me, choking me, stroking my hair. “Your messages,” he said in a cryptic voice, then leaned down to whisper in my ear. “You're getting all the dresses.” “I-I am? There's about fifteen-”“All of them,” he growled. “You're going to get all those dresses, and you're going to put on a show for me.” “Oh,” I panted. Why on earth was his voice so sexy? My panties were getting soaked like the shameless slut I was. “Am I clear?” “Yes Daddy,” “Good, go get them,” he ordered, withdrawing from

Gavriel's POV"It is a pleasure to meet you, Monsieur Donovan," I gave Elliot Rocheforte a brief nod, grasped his hand in a hand shake before settling down on my seat. "And my who is this beauty?" The french man drawled, and my insides clenched as the sweet little vixen beside me laughed. "Hello, Mr Rocheforte. I am Camille," The bastard grinned widely, took her outstretched hand, and kissed it. "Call me Elliot, darling," My jaw clenched at the sight. I wanted to grab him by his luscious gold hair and smash his face right into the table. But of course, that would give me a bad reputation. A man who couldn't control himself around a woman was a damned pussy. But fuck, I wanted to be a pussy so bad. Especially with the way Elliot kept buttering my pet up with compliments. And she ate them up. "Sit, Camille," I growled. The minx gave me the stink eye, gave Rocheforte another one of those laughs that was meant for me before obeying! Damn her! She had sat as still as fuckin