Page 29 of We Will Rise

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Now be a good girl and take my phone off hold for me.”

I reach forward and do as he says, forcing my body to remain relaxed despite how desperately I want to move.

“Sorry about that, Christopher, I had to take another call,” Crew says evenly, as if he’s not currently buried deep inside me, as if he’s not affected by our position at all. He pulls me back so I’m pressed against his chest, and I relax into him as best I can.

“No worries, Crew. Now, I know you have other things on your mind, but I wanted to discuss the issues we’re experiencing with Davenport.”

I roll my eyes. Get in line, Knight, we’re all having issues with Davenport. He’s a goddamn nuisance, and when you add Caleb to the equation, it just makes matters even worse.

“Unfortunately, the show must go on, as they say.” Crew sighs, and I roll my eyes to myself. I can’t wait for the day Kovu is no longer playing dead so we can all stop pretending to be mourning him. Every time I’m forced to play the part of the grieving girlfriend, I’m reminded of just how much it hurt when I thought he was gone.

Christopher starts yapping about issues with shipments and how he thinks Davenport is the reason for the issues, but I stop listening after the first few minutes, instead allowing my body and mind to drift away.

Despite how my pussy aches for movement, having Crew’s cock lodged inside me is comforting in a way I never could have anticipated.

I’m dragged back to earth when rough fingers brush over my sensitive clit, and I almost squeal at the sudden stimulation but manage to catch the sound at the last second.

Crew’s expert fingers circle my clit as he replies to Christopher, not that I hear a single word he says. No, I’m completely lost in the way he plays my body like it’s his own personal instrument.

I bite down on my bottom lip, forcing myself to remain relaxed against him despite how desperately I want to move. He’s not going to let me, so any attempt is going to be useless.

His fingers press on the sensitive bundle of nerves hard enough to make me crazy but nowhere near hard enough to bring me to the edge, and that’s almost as frustrating as not being able to move.

The call with Christopher wraps up, and I breathe a sigh of relief when Crew presses a kiss to the side of my throat. “You’re being such a good girl for me, Camilla. Your pussy is clenching down on my dick so hard.”

“Good enough for you to make me come?” I ask hopefully.

He chuckles. “Not even close.” He reaches past me and picks up his phone, quickly scrolling through his contacts and making another call.

It’s going to be a long fucking afternoon if he’s going to keep this up.

Three phone calls later, and I’m an overstimulated mess.

My entire body is on fire from having him inside me without moving and his gentle ministrations of my aching clit.

He ends his call with someone I think works at the casino, and I allow a strangled moan to escape my throat, and I’m promptly rewarded with a sharp smack to my clit.

“Fuck,” I cry out.

“What did I tell you about being quiet?”

“I am,” I whine. “Please, Crew. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Would you have allowed me to touch you if I’d said the same thing last week?” he asks, and the memory of him tied to his chair as I pleasured myself in the middle of his desk makes me smirk. “Didn’t think so.”

“But that didn’t last anywhere near this long.”

“Maybe I’m just better at dishing out punishments than you are.”

“Crew, please. You’re being unfair.”

“What gave you the idea that I was a fair man, Camilla?”

A strangled sob rises up the back of my throat, and I don’t bother trying to mask it. I’m so frustrated. I’ve been on the verge of tears for the last half hour, and I don’t have it in me to swallow them anymore. “You were pulling away from me. I didn’t know what else to do.” I hiccup.

Crew’s arms tighten around me, and for a moment I think he’s going to give in, but then he returns his hand to between my legs, gently brushing his fingers over my aching clit.

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