His pleasure V

Camila's POV
He regards me with so much filth and need that I moan out onto his length, the erotic sight of him making heat pool in my stomach. I continue to exhale heavily through my nose as I pick up my movements on his cock when I feel him pulse inside my mouth.
I love and hate the way he's treating me right now.
He watches me intently in so much approval that he gives me more control, allowing me to bob my head and start sucking impossibly harder. I move my head up and down while he simultaneously pushes his hips forward.
His tilts my head up, and my eyes look into his hooded ones that stare down at me. His face is flushed and his lips are parted as shallow grunts escape them.
He stares down at me with so much admiration and desire. "I'm close, baby." He groans softly, staring into my eyes, "And you're gonna suck me dry, yes?" He breathes heavily his tone not a question but a soft demand.
I nod moving faster as he swallows thickly, nodding back in approval."Good fucking girl." He groans his fingers lightly treading into my hair, as he starts to massage my sore scalp.
His movements on my scalp are soft and delicate, yet the movements of his hips pick up and he starts pushing into me impossibly faster and harder.
"Cazzo, you're taking me so well, piccola." He grunts but it turns into a low moan once I hollow my cheeks and bob my head.
With a string of curses Alejandro stills as I continue to suck. His hips slowly rock in and out of me, a loud groan of pent up frustration mixed with immence pleasure rolls off of his lips before he shuts his eyes and throws his head back. His lips part and my name spills from them in a whisper as his cum shoots into my mouth while I continue to suck him dry, helping him ride out his orgasm.
The sight of him coming undone before me is so erotic and satisfying that I find myself licking his entire length clean as I swallow every last drop of him.
It's a little salty but nothing unbearable and the sight of his face scrunched up in pure bliss is worth it.
I remove myself from his now semi erect cock and take a few breaths as I stare up at him. Alejandro holds his hand out, and when I take it, he pulls me up to my feet.
I slump back against the wall and he slumps forward. A tired smile graces my lips as I watch him come down from his high, his heavy breathing hitting my cheek.
The room is silent save for the sounds of our heavy breaths as we bask in each other's company.
"So, did I do it?" I ask breathlessly, turning my head so that our faces are a mere inches apart. I wanted to hear it from him.
His droopy eyes lift up to stare into mine and he blinks at me like he's in a daze of disbelief. "Cazzo, Camila baby, I don't know if I should be happy at how good that felt or angry at how you got so good." He murmurs slumping forward to rest his forehead against mine.
I smile and bite down on my bottom lip as his eyes move to stare down at them before they trail down to follow the movements of my hands that are tucking him back in his pants.
"Oh, you don't need to worry. The only practise I've had is when I used a banana to see how far I could go without gagging. But there was that one time I tried it with a popsicle- that didn't work out so well." I say pursing my lips at the memory, before smiling up at him. "But you were the first real dick I tried it on." I say proudly.
His mildly amused eyes watch me as a lazy smile crosses his lips before he throws his head back with a groan. "Principessa, that's not making it easier for me at all." He breaths.
My brows furrow but before I can reply he's placing his forehead against mine and ghosting his lips over mine.
And then when I'm about to ask him what he means, he pushes his face forward, capturing my lips in a chaste kiss.
I kiss him back, moving my lips against his and when he brings a hand out to hold my jaw and tilt my face, butterflies explode in my stomach. His lips are soft and gentle and work alongside mine perfectly.
I don't push it by trying to slide my tongue in and when he pulls away I blink up at him dazed.
The kiss was soft, sweet and it brings a small timid smile to my face as I stare up at him, blushing before I remember what he was just saying. "Making what easier? Did I do something you didn't like? Tell me so next time I can get it right." I whisper against his lips, shutting my eyes.
When he doesn't reply I open my eyes to stare up at him. His gaze is still trained on my lips and the next thing I know he's growling under his breath before holding my jaw and smashing his lips to mine.
He takes my lips with so much passion and need that I get lost in him. His lips move with fever while he groans into my mouth as he starts to nibble on my bottom lip. The sensation is so amazing that I softly moan into his mouth as I push myself into him.
He holds my neck pulling me impossibly closer as he snakes his tounge out to push into my lips. I part my lips allowing him to dominate my mouth and he doesn't disappoint when he swipes every inch of my mouth with his tongue.
My arms wind around his neck while he moves his hands to my waist and pushes my back into the wall while pushing his body into mine.
The kiss is demanding, sloppy and hungry, and when I nudge my tongue to tangle with his, he groans into my mouth allowing me to reciprocate his movements.
He slides a hand to the small of my back and down to grope my ass as he continues to devour my mouth, like he can't get enough of me.
I get breathless and go to pull away but he doesn't let me, instead he pulls me closer to him not letting me go. The kiss gets more fervent, like he's trying to cherish every last second before it's gone forever.
He's kissing me like it won't ever happen again and I don't like what this has turned into anymore. I place my hands on his chest and push him away, confused by his action.
He pulls away, his lips red and swollen as he stares back at me- no my lips like he's still not done.
I suddenly don't like where this is going. "Alejandro?" I say wearily. I don't think I could take anymore back and forth with him.
I couldn't handle him pushing me away one more time.
He pushes his body against mine, moving forward to ghost his lips over mine, "Principessa, that was beyond amazing and believe me when I say I will never forget the sight of you like that for me." He murmurs against my lips in a strained voice before capturing my lips in another sloppy chaste kiss, one that I instantly pull away from.
He doesn't get to kiss me if he's about to do what I think he is.
I hear him heave a sigh as he takes my hands and moves them from around his neck. "But, Camila, it can't happen again." He mumbles seriously but his eyes are telling a different story.
"Why?" I say growing agitated with him as I pull my hands from his grasp.
His face instantly softens. "Baby, you have to understand, we can't do this-"
My face drops and I recognize the look in eyes. He's going to do it again.
Hurt me.
But this time I know I won't be able to get over it so easily. My eyes instantly plead with his, I don't want him to do this to me again.
But when he doesn't look like he's changed his mind, everything crumbles again, only this time there's nothing left but hurt. No anger, no sadness, no heartbreak.
Just the hurt that I'm tired of feeling because of him.
I push away from him and look up at him, pursing my lips. "I'm done."
He blinks down at me in confusion but I don't let him continue, "You don't have to ever worry about making sure you don't 'have me' anymore because you won't. I don't want someone that treats me like this." I sigh.
His brows furrow and he steps forward to protest but I'm not having it anymore. "Just, please leave." I whisper softly.
He searches my face and when he looks taken aback by what he sees, he shakes his his head. "Camila-"
And then our attention goes to the ringing of his cellphone. He stops to pull it out of his pocket and when he does a small growl of annoyance leaves his lips. A growl that turn into a curse when he glances at the screen. "This conversation isn't done." He rushes out, his jaw tight.
"Yes it is. And so are we. Whatever this was, is done. I don't want any part in it anymore." I say motioning between us. There is no hysterical emotion on my face, I'm dead serious.
He shakes his head and he looks like he wants to say more but when he glances down at his phone his face tells me the phone call is stopping him from continuing.
He looks up at me, his eyes pleading for understanding before he looks back down at his phone.
I simply blink back at him, waiting for what he's going to do or say next. Maybe I was wrong and he was going to tell me that he wasn't pushing me away, he wasn't going to treat me like shit anymore.
But I guess whoever is on the phone is more important to him right now because the next thing I know he's answering the phone and stepping out of the room.
I hate that little burst of disappointment that shouldn't have been there in the first place. He's been a disappointment far too many times for it to effect me anymore, but it still does.
I guess if a phone call was more important than me, then it was time I took a step back and recognized my worth.
It was definitely more than some phone call.