Mile High club III
Camila's POV
My chest is heaving against Alejandro's own and when my eyes snap open, I look up into his. A whimper leaves my lips at the dark glint in his eyes and when he speaks my heart sinks. He simply tsks, shaking his head. "You don't get to come." His voice is rough.
I throw my head back with a loud whine. "Alejandro." But I cut myself off with a gasp when Alejandro moves my panties to the side and trails his fingers up and down my slit.
"You don't get to whine either." He grunts.
His grip holding my hands up above my head tightens and it isn't loose or gentle. It's firm but I can't complain because his fingers start spreading my lower lips apart as he dips his fingers in and out of my pussy. And despite his words, the pressure isn't enough and I find myself whining out.
His jaw clenches and he squeezes my wrists in warning twice. "You don't like to behave, yes?" He grunts, angrily.
I exhale heavily, gaining some of my senses as I weakly shake my head. "You can't do this... What if someone hears." I whimper.
He doesn't offer a response. Instead he hums, his fingers rubbing at my clit telling me he doesn't care.
He dips his head, moving his lips to ghost over mine, "So you want me to stop?" He slowly brings his index and middle finger to my clit. "Stop when you're dripping for me?" He breathes against my lips.
And then his fingers are slowly moving down and swirling themselves around my pussy, gathering some of my wetness. "Huh?" He grunts, tilting his head.
I shut my eyes and my legs squeeze on their own accord in attempt to trap his hand between them but he pries his hand out from my shorts and instead brings his fingers up to trace my nipple, coating the sensitive skin in my wetness.
"Squeeze your legs one more time and I'll finger fuck you until you're on the brink of losing it and then I'll stop." He promises, pinching my nipple, hard and I gasp out.
"And I'll do it over and over again." He drawls lowly. My eyes snap open and I look up at him while his fingers move back down to my pussy and he's gathering more of my wetness, only this time he's bringing it up to the seam of my lips.
He brings his fingers- coated in my wetness to my lips and he spreads the liquid along the seam of my lips. His eyes following his movements hypnotically. "Until you're begging for a release," He murmurs moving forward to run his tongue across my bottom lip, licking it off.
I withhold a whimper as he moves onto my upper lip. And it's only when he's licked my lips clean of my wetness, that he looks into my eyes and continues his threat. "And even then, I won't give it to you becasue you don't deserve it." He spits lowly, his eyes filled with carnal desire.
I go to whine out but he cuts me off by shoving both his fingers - covered in my juices into my mouth. He tilts his head his eyes flickering down to my lips. "Now stop whining and suck it all off for me, baby." He commands.
I stare up into his eyes, my wide ones wanting to protest but I know he's in control here and so I wrap my lips around his fingers and suck as his hold on my arms above my head tightens even further.
He hums in approval, watching me and pulling his fingers out with a pop as he moves forward and gently pecks my lips while his hand moves back to dip into my pant. "Good girl." He breathes under his breath.
And then his fingers are back in my shorts but this time, they slip into my panties and his fingers come in contact with my bare pussy.
He instantly starts to rub my clit faster and my eyes roll into the back of my head as I tip my head back.
But when I do so, Alejandro's tutts' of disapproval instantly fill the space. "Occhi su di me, Dolcezza." He commands softly. (Eyes on me, sweetness.)
I force my eyes open and look up into his eyes. Alejandro licks his lips, his fingers working my pussy faster as a low grunt escapes his lips. "You're gonna look at me and tell me why you deserve to come." He murmurs.
"I..." I start but then cut myself off with a moan once I feel his fingers move towards my entrance. "I really want it." Is all I can offer before a breathy gasp escapes my lips and flows into his that are ghosting above mine as he pushes two fingers into my pussy.
My lips part and my eyes want to shut in bliss, but I force them open as I look into his dark ones. They're swimming with desire, need, possession and control - none of which are accompanied by understanding.
He simply hums telling me he's not impressed as he starts to pump in and out of me. His movements slow and torturous.
My eyes widen and I blink up at him, trying to communicate that I'm getting desperate."Please." I say and I want it so badly that I'm on the brink of begging.
He increases his pace, sinking his fingers into me faster. I bite down on my lower lip to suppress my screams when he retracts his fingers and thrusts into me, in harsh, fast movements.
"Fuck." I breathe once my stomach tightens and I feel the build up once again. But just as I'm about to release, he slows his movements, now resorting to leisurely sinking his fingers in and out of me. A whimper escapes my lips, and the corners of his lips tilt.
"Why should I give you what you want when you can't even behave?" He hums, his voice throaty and deep.
Tears of frustration threaten to spill from my eyes and when I stare into his, I know he's not going to show any remorse. I'm gonna have to work for what I want.
"I'll behave." I breathe.
He tilts his head, telling me he's not convinced and he starts to increase his pace yet again. Only this time he throws his thumb into the mix as it rubs circles on my clit. "Is that so?"
His fingers slightly curl and the pads of his rough calloused fingers rub against my inner walls, driving me insane.
I couldn't take this torture anymore.
"Yes, please." I breathe out once he starts moving faster. My hips start rolling into his on their own accord and when he shifts, pushing his thigh in between my legs, I shamelessly start rolling my hips into it as I ride his fingers and this thigh.
"You're so fucking needy for me, yes?" He grunts, curling his finger once again. My body threatens to give out but he simply holds my hands above my head tighter.
I nod, my eyes shutting as my head moves forward and I bury it into his neck as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of my pussy with small little grunts.
I inhale his intoxicating scent as I feel his chest rumble against mine as he speaks next, dipping his head so his lips move to my ear. "You want my cock, yes?" He murmurs, his thumb circling my clit faster.
My lips part against the skin of his neck and all I can manage is a weak nod.
"Words, baby." He says firmly. "If you want something, speak up."
I lift my head, moving back from his neck as I look up at him. I can feel the build up and I don't want him to stop again. "Yes. I want your cock." I say, too aroused and desperate to feel ashamed for my words and how degrading this was starting to feel.
He looks down at me, his face a mix of determination and arousal but there's no traces of softness. He dips his head, moving his mouth to rest against mine. "If you're so desperate." He spits, his eyes flickering to my lips. "Then beg."
My eyes widen. Was I not already begging? What more could he want? I was already nothing but a puppet, one that he could toy with how he pleased.
I whimper, trying to pull my hands from his grasp, but he simply holds them higher above my head. "I..I don't know what you want." I cry out in frustration, my shoulders slumping once he -yet again - slows his pace, stopping me from climaxing.
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