Camilla's POV continues
“Yes,” I moan. Steading myself on his cock before I start to ride him, slowly backing my hips on him, my walls clenching hard around him. “Do I get to come?”
“When I tell you to.” he rasps, his hand reaching up to my throat, wrapping around it hastily, his mouth licking the side of my neck, lowering to the top of my chest, a warm kiss on my breast. I begin to ride him faster, fighting against the thrust of his hips, the friction of him attempting to fuck me while I ride him makes the toilet pan screech so hard I'm afraid we might break it.
My walls tighten around him, my body jerking and I find my whimpered orgasm, my head falling on his neck. Kingston rises, keeping me on his cock as I come down from the high of my orgasm. He slowly pulls out of me, steading me wobbly legs. “Hold on to the sink,” he tells me, not giving me a chance to retort. His hand strikes my ass, making me arch my back, my hands gripping the sink for balance. “I didn't say you could come Camilla,”
“I'm sorry.” I whimper breathlessly, a gasp following when his cock slams into me once again, my walks instantly clenching around him. His pace starts off fast, upgrading into brutal hard, balls deep inside of me strokes that have me holding my hand to my mouth, stifling the moans that escape me.
With every thrust, Kingston hits the right spot inside me, my second orgasm already building inside me. I plead with him to stop but I don't want him to actually stop, I want him to rip me apart. “Oh my God, you feel so good...” I trail off, not caring who can hear me screaming or the ruin of my makeup by the tears that fall.
“You feel even better Camilla, your pussy is as good as your shitty comebacks.” he grunts, his hand reaching under my dress, finding my breast and squeezing it, his hand resting on my chest, steadily gripping it as he slams into me. My body jerks once again, his hand the only thing holding me together while he withdrawals from me, his dick rubbing itself on my bare pussy, until a hot liquid shoot from it, onto my pussy. I moan, crying out with a soft whimper and I come on hard in his arms.
He turns me around, his hand rubbing my pussy through my whimpered protests and jerking, my third orgasm ripping through me with a force that has tears running down my face.
“You're so pretty when you come.” he tells him, holding me up in his arms.
I nod, “So I've heard.” I say, trying to catch my breath. Not once did I lose focus of who was fucking me just now, I didn't trail of to a past memory despite the near same feeling of being fucked to tears.
“Are you good,” he asks, still holding me up.
I nod, only then does he let me go, proceeding to grab some tissues. Cleaning me up and handing me my panties while he cleans the floor off. I slip into my panties, fixing my makeup in the mirror, I almost snort, I can't cry but Kingston just made me cry so hard my mascara would be running if it weren't waterproof. Once I'm done, I look over my shoulder to Kingston, watching me with so many thoughts in his mind I suppose.
He looks good, I didn't mess up his pants but I know that he still smells like me, he didn't bother to clean my release off him. “Don't look so scared,” I snort. “I don't expect a ring from you, this doesn't change anything except for us owing up to our desire for each other. I'm not looking for a relationship.”
“Neither am I,” he counters.
“Great,” I reply, my hands running on my dress. “So, how does it feel to fuck a "you're too young?" ” I ask him, my tone mimicking him and his earlier statement.
“Don't start,” he groans. “You are too young, how old are you?”
“I'm seventeen,” I tell him, watching all the color drain from his face.
“Fuck, I'm nearly ten years older than you.”
“Mmm, yea. Nearly ten years older than me cock feels good.” I pout, batting my eyelashes at him. “Shame it came from you and your restrained sadistic kink.” I tell him, reaching for the door. I walk out on him, leaving him to deal with the realization and acceptance of my age and how hard he fucked me just minutes ago.
************
I'm exhausted, and pretty annoyed by my supposed brother and my best friend's current situation. Tee never wanted to be a mother, she feared she would be like her mother was to her, selective and highly partial to her other kids while neglecting her because she's "trouble" in her words.
Hades as I've learned his name is probably forcing her into having the baby, she looks scared of Hades. I've noticed it through their interactions and I must say, he makes her want to dig a hole and bury herself to the top.
As much as that bothers me, I'm hornier than I am pissed off by the entire Tee and Hades situationship. I wanted to take her with me but she can't leave Hades or his side until she's had the baby, with the option of being a mother or not to his child.
Anyhow, in my opinion that I strongly stand by, she can't hold a candle to Tee, despite the slight similarity in how petite they both are, Tee takes the crown, and not just because she's my best friend but because she's gorgeous, and she owns it so perfectly.
I don't think it was much of a pleasure, but I had the opportunity of meeting his girlfriend, a stunning young woman with a not-so-loveable personality, or perhaps that's jealousy talking?
Nonetheless, I'm not a fan of neither her nor anyone in that family just yet.
King and I got home later than Mirabelle did because I was keen on battling with Hades to let Tee come and spend the night at my place, which I couldn't do because he gave a good reason as to why I can't take her to my pack just yet, “She needs the rest, I'm not taking chances with her health, much less my baby. If she were to go with you, she would be up half the night talking to you rather than sleeping.” to which I can't oppose but he doesn't know one thing, Tee never sleeps, she is an insomniac.
The only way she's going to sleep is if and when you drug her. I thought it was odd until I found myself in her situation, worst case is she can't take her medication because she's pregnant.
That aside, I must say, I've had quite the night, from the birthday girl hanging onto my date for the night to me fucking Kingston in the Royal household bathroom and carrying on with the night like nothing happened.
I think that part pissed King off, he watched me questionably the entire night and left me no choice but to tell Mirabelle and Tee I had just gotten railed in the bathroom all while watching him, knowing full well he could read my lips as well as theirs and their reaction to me telling them about our bathroom scene.
He also tried to pretend the few minutes or hours in the bathroom didn't happen but he knew it did, and if he didn't, my wet panties in his pocket reminded him of it.
“Come on Cami, I know you miss Tiana but your brother did say he'd bring her tomorrow morning.” Mirabelle says, her hand rubbing my back as she rises, my gaze peering at her.
I smile at her, I'm not thinking about Tee, I'm thinking of King and how bold I was sliding down on his cock a few hours ago.
I am a different person with him, nearly like I was with Adrian but with him, I never pushed his button, much less his belt.
The high sex drive I've obtained could have me fucking like a rabbit, but I've been controlling it, up until now that is.
Even now, as I watch Kingston over my shoulder, my gaze falsely on Mirabelle and her comforting words, I'm looking to get fucked a second time, preferably until my body sweats out every urge I'm fighting to tease him about it.
“Goodnight,” Mirabelle utters, finally walking away, unknowingly providing a clear view of Kingston on a silver platter.
“Goodnight Beta,” King and I call out as she walks away, flashing us a smile as she walks up the stairs.
Kingston and I stare at each other silently, I hate that. I hate how his gaze tries to penetrate me every time he looks at me. “So, you're going golfing with Ryan?” I ask, breaking the silence between us.
Kingston nods, his fingers tapping into the sofa armrest. “Of course, he is the only man that can beat me at golf.”
My body relaxes, the silence no longer itching every inch of me. “I could whoop your ass at any game any day.” I retort confidently, knowing I beat Miquel countless times and he is pursuing a career as a professional golfer.
“You wish beautiful,” he snickers.
Beautiful.
I arch my eyebrows at him, “You are making a habit of calling me beautiful.”
“I like it better than your name.” he shrugs, his tongue sliding over his lips.
“Um, okay Andrew.” I mumble, a snort escaping me unintentionally.
“Hey, you should not be calling Andrew, my parents made a terrible choice of names.” he scowls, making me laugh out loud, my voice the loudest and only audible sound from miles away considering the time.
“Camilla,” someone calls out in a high-pitched tone.
I gather myself, hearing the voice again as I silence my laughing. “Did you hear that?” I ask him, my gaze searching the room but there's no one there. Kingston shakes his head, the exact moment I hear my name being called out once again. “That, someone is calling my name.” I told him.
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