Page 89 of Puppy Love

“Violet.” Her hand grabs my wrist gently, and my eyes flick up to hers. Her hair is a tangled mess, her cheeks flushed, her brows pressed together, pleading.

“God, you are such a desperate fucking mess, aren’t you?” I mutter.

She nods. I look next to me at the fluffy white pillow near my head.

“How desperate are you, princess?”

She squirms. “So desperate.”

I chuckle, pulling out the pillow, and setting it between us. Cam looks at me confused.

“Ride it,” I say firmly.

Cam’s jaw drops open.

“Violet, I said I was sorry. Please—”

I shake my head.

“If you want to watch me come, you have to give me a show.”

Cam swallows, reluctantly sliding the pillow between her legs.

“Good girl,” I mumble, watching as her eyes light up just a little. “But you need to take off the rest first.”

Cam slides her sweatpants and underwear off slowly, the already soaked panties leaving a wet trail down her thighs. Then, she folds the pillow before placing it back between them. I click the vibrator, intensifying the speed as I rub it around my swollen clit, my eyes locked onto Cam. She sucks her lower lip between her teeth, watching me, then slowly begins to roll her hips. I nod.

“Just like that,” I rasp, watching her through my lashes. Cam’s fingers sink into the pillow, her perfect pussy gliding across it needily. “Does that feel good, baby?”

She nods.

“But you wish it was me?”

She nods again.

“Now you know what happens when you test me like that, don’t you?”

She bucks her hips, letting out a moan while her head tips back. Those pretty pink nipples are on display, and no matter how badly I want to suck them into my mouth, I want Cam to learn her lesson much more. I press the vibrator against my entrance, letting out a low moan as it sits there, hardly an inch inside. My gaze flicks to Cam, her chest heaving as she watches me with wide eyes. I cock an eyebrow at her, before sliding it all the way in.

“God, Cameron. Do you see what you make me do?” I groan, the vibration inside me traveling through my skin to my clit. My stomach tightens. “You could have been the one licking this pussy, or even better—”

I begin to thrust it in and out of me slowly, and Cam moans again.

“Fuck,” she whimpers, humping the pillow faster.

“—I could have had my fingers inside of that perfect little pussy of yours.”

“Fuck, Violet,” she moans, speeding up. A crease forms on her brow, sweat slowly beading at the crown of her head as her lip shakes. I watch her intently, a wet streak forming along the mound of the pillow as Cam fucks it desperately. I pull the vibrator out of me and run it along my clit.

“Look at the wall,” I command. Cam’s chin tilts up, looking directly into the full-length mirror mounted next to my closet door. She whimpers. “Do you see what a mess you are, fucking that pillow like that?”

She nods, a tiny moan leaving her mouth that I don’t think she meant to let escape. A heavy sigh slips through my lips, my stomach tightening as the pressure inside me builds.

“I’m getting close,” I warn. Cam thrusts against the pillow harder, lustful tears filling her eyes. “Are you going to do it, or do I have to do it myself?”

Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t stop riding the wet white pillow.

“Can I?” she asks with a pleading gaze. My hand slides over to her, the vibrator gripped in my palm rubbing roughly against her swollen clit. She gasps.

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