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Her words stroke my ego as her tongue explores the ridges of my abdomen. I fill my lungs until my ribs ache and savor the hints of her arousal as she relentlessly teases me.

She hesitates again, but when I guide her hands to my belt, she works the buckle open with steady fingers. Her gaze lifts to mine. The vulnerability in her eyes floors me.

She trusts me. I must prove I am worthy, so when she unfastens my trousers and tucks her digits under the waistband of both my pants and my boxer briefs, I clamp down on my control and slip my hands off hers.

She makes a small sound of discontent from the back of her throat, so I bring them back. The tension eases from her shoulders.

She pulls the fabric down. I lift my hips. My cock springs free and bops her chin. She sucks down a startled breath, leans back, and stares at my shaft as though at a loss for words. Masculine pride overflows my chest, and I chuckle as I wrap her hands around my shaft.

When I tilt my hips, shifting my cock in her grip, she swallows and flexes her fingers around me. I groan and clench my teeth together, hanging onto my control by the barest thread.

“I found it. So hard. So smooth.”

Her nostrils flare as precum seeps from my tip. When she scoops the droplet up with her tongue and ferries it into her mouth, my entire lower half contracts.

Her lashes flutter over her dark brown orbs and she hums.

“So tasty, too.” She adjusts her posture, draping her elbows over my legs and pressing her breasts against my balls as she kneels up and positions her mouth over my tip.

My world narrows to her eyes as she captures my gaze.

“Mine,” she whispers.

She takes me into her mouth. I die a million glorious deaths as she swirls her tongue, suctions her lips, and pulls back. With delicious agony flowing through me, I guide her fists up and down my shaft as she licks, nibbles, and explores me with teeth and tongue. I hold off for as long as possible, but she drags me back to the edge over and over again with playful wickedness in her eyes. Her growing confidence is the biggest turn-on I’ve ever seen.

As the dam of my control threatens to burst, I weave my fingers into hers and tug her hands away, but she growls and tightens her grip on me.

“I am close,so´lnyshka. Stop before I flood your mouth,” I snarl.

She runs the length of her tongue over my slit.

I lose it.

Liquid fire explodes from my balls, sears the inside of my shaft, and spurts from my tip. She swallows, takes me deeper into her mouth, and curls her tongue around me as she works our hands up and down my base.

Ringing filters in through my euphoria, but I don’t recognize it as my phone until Camilla lifts her head, presses a chaste kiss to the tip of my cock, and reaches for my pocket.

I intercept her by weaving my fingers into hers. She shifts proud yet wary eyes up to me.

“Yours, Camilla. All yours,” I vow.

Tears glisten on her lashes. She takes a deep breath before offering me a lopsided grin and locking my soul together with hers with her response.

“All mine.”

Chapter 13

Camilla Volkov

His phone continues to ringand buzz in his pocket. The vibration travels into my breasts through his lap and my hand from his softening cock. As I peel my wet digits away from his silky flesh, an odd mix of disappointment and satisfaction flows through me.

Heat pulses through my core and my panties stick to my damp pussy, but delight courses through my veins.

To think I pleasured this massive bratvaubiytsaon my own with my hands and mouth despite everything I survived, fills me with pride.

He could have destroyed me in so many ways, but instead he gave me confidence and power.

I’ll never be able to repay him.

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