Cucciola III
Alejandro's POV
It was a tiring day to say the least and I needed a release.
The silence in the car is calm and when Camila turns her head to place a small kiss on the underside of my jaw, I move my hands to her thighs and rub at them affectionately.
She sinks further into me, and her lips don't stop. Instead she continues to place kisses along the underside of my jaw.
They're small and sweet and I breathe out in approval, moving my hands to the skin of her upper thighs as I trace little patterns with my fingers.
Her kisses get sloppier and she deepens them by placing one of her hands on my jaw and tilting my face to give herself more access.
My eyes shut but when I realize she's not kissing me anymore and she's now, nibbling, sucking and licking the skin of my neck, I move my hands to her waist, prepared to push her off.
"Camila ." It's more of a pointed warning and the frustration in my voice is as clear as day. I couldn't handle another case of blue balls. "I can only take so much of this." I warn.
She lifts her head and brings her face close to mine. Her lips ghost over mine and when her hooded eyes move from my lips up to my eyes, she speaks. "Of what?" She breathes.
The sound of her voice is so soft and fuck, I find myself close to throwing away my self control over that little breathless noise.
"Of this." I growl back in pent up frustration. I couldn't take her toying with me.
She tilts her head, moving forward and taking my bottom lip between her teeth before releasing it and soothing the sting with small pecks. "Of this?" She ask, sliding her hand to grip onto the back of my neck as she twiddles with the hairs on the back of my head.
I shut my eyes and grit my teeth trying to get ahold of myself. My hands fist the silky material of her dress. Before I can reply, she takes me by completely surprise and reaches her hand down to the side lever, lowering the seat as far as possible.
It isn't completely flat, but it's enough where she's slightly hovering above me. Her hands are placed on either side of my head and she looks down at me. "Or this."
And then in one torturously slow movement, she rolls her hips down into mine. The action causes a guttural sound to escape from the back of my throat as blood rushes to my cock.
She's killing me and despite all my rational senses telling me this was only going to make things worse, I place my hands on her hips.
I don't push her down or move her. I work with her, my hands simply follow the movement of her hips that are grinding into me and my chest heaves as I try to think.
She was still injured, but with the way she was holding herself up, I knew it wasn't that big of a deal.
Her body was still sore.
No strenuous activity.
But maybe just a peek...
And despite all my senses, I tilt my head down to watch her. The soft green dress of hers blocks most of the view. But I simply grab the bottom hems on both sides and scrunch up the material holding it up by placing my hands on her hips.
The placement of my hands, holding up the material of her dress allows me to see the barely there red panties underneath. I take my bottom lip into my mouth as I watch her hips move and she grinds her pussy into my erection.
I briefly wonder how it would be like to have her like this, the only difference being the annoying material separating her little pussy from my cock gone. In place of it, the sound of her skin slapping against mine as she rode my cock.
The way she'd scream. The way her breasts would bounce. The way she'd throw her head back.
"Fuck." I grunt, under my breath.
She moves forward, her lips moving to ghost over the shell of my ear and her little breathless sounds flow into them.
Ive let go of my control and I don't even realize it until she moans into my ear and I look down to see my hands on her hips, now pushing and grinding her against my cock faster.
I'm throbbing and the mere though of her tight little pussy beneath the fabric of that little red lace has me working her harder against me.
"Cazzo, baby." I breathe.
She's irresistible and the way in which she's taking control has me oddly wanting to encourage it.
I wasn't one that found pleasure in giving up control. But fuck, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying watching Camila grind herself into me, while she spoke to me with a hint of dominance.
I liked it when my baby took control.
"Do you want me to stop?" Her voice is a low murmur and when she snakes one of her hands under my shirt, she skims her nails across my abdomen.
The sensation sends goosebumps all across my body and her mouth moves to take my earlobe into her mouth. My grip on her hips tighten and I continue to move with her, grunting as I work her harder.
"Or." I can feel her lips tilt into a devious little smile. "Can I slide down and suck you off?" She whispers breathlessly.
The hand on my abdomen slides down and when she starts undoing my belt, I lift my head and watch her.
She snakes her hand into my pants and wraps her hand around my cock, her movements are slow and I find myself withholding a groan.
"Cazzo, yes. Anything you want, Principessa." I grunt, throwing my head back with another low groan when she starts to slowly pump me.
"Really?" She blinks up at me, removing her hand as she slowly starts to slide down the length of my body. "Anything I want?" She gets on her knees and although the space is tight, she still manages to look absolutely perfect.
I nod, my hooded eyes staring into hers. "So if I say I want a puppy...?" She says lightly, her hands undoing the zipper of my slacks.
I watch her as she pulls out my cock and it's only when she pauses to look up at me expectantly that I stop and blink down at her.
"Hmm?" I mutter distractedly as I reach down and bring her face closer to my dick while opening my legs as wide as they can go.
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