Page 48 of Hawthorne

“Camilla,” Vincent pants, and I can’t help but moan at how breathless he sounds saying my name. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come soon.”

His words are enough to make me increase the intensity again. The burning on my head from the few pulls of his tight grip is welcomed, heightening my pleasure.

This time, I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder. My breaths are short and through my nose due to his size, but I don’t care. The desire of watching him fall apart is much greater.

Just then, his hips thrust harshly, hitting deep once again. I try not to let my gag reflex take the best of me as his dick twitches inside my mouth and hot spurts of semen slide down my throat while he grunts.

“Fuck,” he growls before bracing himself on top of the dresser in short and fast breaths. “Are you sure you’re not that experienced?” he asks breathlessly, making me blush.

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Vincent Hawthorne

That was fucking intense.

I have never had someone make me feel this high with something as simple as a blow job. Yet, Camilla made me come in less than five minutes like a teenage boy.

“Come here,” I order impatiently.

Camilla stands and is barely on her feet when I sit her on the dresser.

She’s naked from the waist down, showing off her black underwear. So damn beautiful and sexy—even that teasing little mark on her hip that makes me want to kiss it every time I set my eyes on it.

This woman doesn’t even know how stunning and sexy she is.

“I’m hungry now,” I comment as my hands start to pull her panties down, revealing her to me. “I need my dessert.”

Snaking my hands around her legs, I tug her closer to me and lower my head to her core. It’s warm and wet, and a musky scent fills my nostrils. Everything about her is pleasant and addictive. That’s why I take a deep breath in before I dig in.

Camilla gasps as soon as my tongue licks her damp slit, and I bask in her salty flavour. Her trembly hands let go of the dresser and hover in the air for a few moments.

When I peek up at her, I see the hesitancy on her face, so I decide for her. I grip one of her hands and bring it to my head.

“I told you, little Milla,” I mumble to her pussy, and she shudders. “Donotbe afraid to touch me.”

I suck on her clit just as I slide one finger inside of her, pumping it slowly at first.

“Oh my,” she moans, absentmindedly gripping my hair tighter, and my semi-hard dick twitches.

Just a few moments ago, I was at her mercy, but now she’s at mine. And it satisfies me to no end…Camilla does not realise the power she has over me and how catastrophic it can be for both of us if she or someone else realises it. I can cover that with my dominance, give her a semblance that I am the one in control when in fact, I lost control of my own life the day I met her.

This is the refuge I didn’t know I needed.

Her slender legs tremble, and I use my free hand to place them over my shoulders for support before grabbing her hip again. Camilla’s eyes have long since rolled back, and her mouth is open, letting out sexy little moans and whimpers that invigorate my actions.

There’s a part of me, the one who gets off from watching her pleasure, that wants her to fall apart in my hands, but that’s not what’s going to happen. Not until she’s a writhing mess and begging for it.

“Yes, Vincent,” she pants erratically.Fuck.“Just like that,” she coos when my two fingers curl deep inside her, hitting the soft spot.

“Right here?” I ask quickly before going back to licking and sucking on her clit.

Almost there.

“Yes! Yes!” Her volume rises a big notch, but I don’t care. “Please don’t stop,” she begs, and I smirk internally.

And right when her legs start to tremble violently and her vagina squeezes around my fingers once, I withdraw from her, standing up.

“Wha–” she gasps.

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