Page 50 of Hawthorne

Automatically, I slow down my tempo. If she can’t control it, I will.

“No,” she whines, one of her fists coming back to hit on my thigh twice.

I know. It’s difficult for me, too.

“I told you, little Milla, you’ll come only whenIsay,” I grunt, trying to keep the slow pace. “Want me to speed up again?”

One hard thrust. “Yes,” she answers.

“Want me to fuck you hard again?” This time around, I wrap her locks in one of my hands while the other grips her hips.

“Yes.”

“Then...” I chuckle darkly before thrusting once more. “Beg for it,” I pant. “You’ve got to earn it.”

“P-please, Y-your Grace,” she stutters when my hand tightens on her hair.

Camilla and her fuckin formalities.I want to hear my fucking name.

“That’s not my name,” I growl in her ear before straightening up again.

“Please, Vincent.” Moans fill the air around us, circulating between these four walls.

My dick twitches inside of her, and my hips jerk roughly, hitting her cervix and making her yelp.

“Again,” she begs.

I slowly retreat almost entirely and thrust back inside again. My balls tighten, and I shudder, knowing I’m close.

“When I tell you, you can come,” I order, and she eagerly nods.

I repeat the same movement. Once. Twice. Thrice.

Always the same tempo, slow but hard, and she moans every time I hit just the right spot. Her hands push against the wall, bringing her ass against my hips every time.

Like the good girl I know she is, she takes it and meets all my thrusts, bringing me closer to the edge every single time.

“Fuck, yes,” I growl when I can’t hold it in any longer. “Come for me,” I order.

And just like that...As if she can do it on demand, her pussy squeezes my dick, sucking me dry. We come together in a frantic mess.

Our sloppy, slapping noises mix with both of our vocal moans, drowning all other sounds that the night brings. As we chase our high,nothing else matters.

Nothing but the tempting woman in front of me and the amazing ways she makes me feel.

My chest falls on top of her back when all the energy is finally drained from me. I try not to bring all my weight on top of her and smother her to death, but the truth is I am spent.

The day started badly when I woke up alone, even though I expected it. There was a slight hope she’d be there when I woke up. Not to mention the draining work day I had after having to put up with my annoying brother.

Watching them so close together was the last drop left in my patience jar.

Now, this...Everything with her is just so fucking intense. It feels like all life has been sucked out of me.

After a couple of minutes, I muster up the energy to straighten up and slowly slip out of her. Without uttering a word, I head to her bathroom and dispose of the condom before running the water in the bathtub. Camilla is trying to compose her hair and wrinkled clothes when I reach her.

She looks at me questioningly when I slowly undress her and pull her into the bathroom.

“Get in,” are my only words when we reach her bathtub.

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