Page 49 of Hawthorne

“No coming until I say so,” I grumble, pulling her legs and forcing her to stand.

“But that’s...cruel,” she whimpers.

“Want me to stop?” I ask earnestly.

She hesitates for a second before shaking her head. “No.”

“Then, turn around,” I order. “And bend over.”

Wide eyes stare back at me, and I quirk my eyebrow and nod pointedly at the dresser. She does it slowly, and I take the chance to pick up the rubber that was in my pants pocket.

Yes, I was expecting to get laid.Sue me.

I can’t fucking resist her. It was something I knew would happen constantly as soon as I tasted her.

She’s quite the sight, though with her flushed cheeks, hooded eyes, and swollen lips. Her front is now hidden against the dresser’s wood, but her ass is perked up in the airjust for me.

Taking a step forward, I press her back down, making her lay her head on the hardwood.

It looks as hard as I feel.

“Can I fuck you over this dresser, little Milla?” I ask, grazing my cock against her ass.

“Hmm-mph,” she mumbles with a flustered expression.

She’s looking up at me from the corner of her eyes, a dazed expression plastered all over her face.Camilla wants this as much as I do.

I still need a spoken confirmation, though. “Words, darling. I need words.”

“Yes, Vincent. You can.”

“Good,” I groan when I rub against her slit. “You’ll take it like the good girl you are and will only come when I say. Got it?”

I take her whimper and ass wiggling against my dick as a yes.

My foot nudges her legs slightly apart, giving me just enough access to her core. My hips move with a will of their own, grazing my erection against her damp slit once more. It’s so pleasurable that we both moan at the same time.

This is just a fraction of what it feels like to be inside her, and it’s enough to drive me wild.

Without thinking twice, I thrust slowly, filling her up to the tilt. My eyes shut tightly in an attempt to control myself when I hear her sounds. It makes me want to pound into her relentlessly, but I need to ease her up first.

“Argh, bloody hell,” I groan at the feeling of her tightness and warmth.

Camilla whimpers my name, urging me to move, and I do—slowly. But fucking hell, I do. And it’s such a sweet torture, even for me, like climbing a stairwell to heaven that never ends.

That exhilarating feeling you’ll be reaching something amazing, but the in-between is still tormenting. That bitter feeling right before the sweetness, right before the high.

For a little while, my will to torture her for earlier is forgotten, and I speed up.

Camilla becomes a writhing, whimpering mess in front of me. The slapping sounds of my hips hitting her ass are as loud as they are erotic. The force of impact is so strong she has to flatten her palms against the wall to prevent her body from going forward.

“Vincent,” she moans loudly at the same time her pussy starts to squeeze my dick rhythmically.

I almost come right here and now, but the idea of edging her quickly delays it. I want to watch her squirm under my touch, struggling to reach the climax I’m not giving her,not yet.

“Do not come, Camilla,” I order, and she whimpers in a weak complaint.

“I can’t...control...that,” she pants between her harsh breaths.

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