Mile High club IV
Camila's POV
Alejandro's heavy breathing flows into my ears and he moves forward, shifting his hips and nudging his erection into my lower stomach, as his hand starts to once again pump me faster. His lips find my ear and he grunts. "I want to fuck you until you can't walk." He breathes and I whimper.
"You want that, baby?" He taunts, pushing his hips into mine and I nod frantically.
"Then beg." He reasons, darkly. "Show me how much you want my cock." He grunts pushing into me again while his fingers retract and thrust into my pussy.
I gasp and my entire body starts to shake as I give in, throwing my head back and looking up into his eyes. "Please, Alejandro." I moan.
He grunts and my body starts moving on its own accord as I try my hardest to grind into his fingers, and in doing so, I push into his erection between us.
With a grunt, he shifts, trapping his thigh between my legs once again and I know he's still not convinced. "Please." I beg, not knowing what to say or do as my body responds by grinding into his thigh while his fingers pump me in torturously slowly movements.
He pushes his thigh up into my pussy, grinding it into me, but that's all he does. "Come on, Principessa. You can do better than that." He grunts.
How does one even beg for something like this?
With a loud whine, I throw my head back. "Please, Daddy." The words escape my lips in a breathless whisper and I don't even realize what I said until Alejandro freezes.
His movements on my pussy stop and his grip on my wrists loosens. I whine out and roll my hips forward in an attempt to get him to continue but his hands move off me completely.
He grips onto my chin harshly and moves my face up to look into his eyes. His eyes are wide in outrage as they flicker all across my face. "What did you just say?" He breathes.
My face flushes and I blink, only now registering what came out of my mouth.
To be quite honest I didn't know where it came from. Maybe it was one too many dirty erotica novels or just plain desperation, but I couldn't tell if it was the right or wrong thing to say.
He grips onto my forearm and drags me towards the desk. "Say it again." He commands harshly as he pushes my front down onto the desk and moves behind me.
His tone is so harsh that I question if he's upset with me. But I still open my mouth and say it.
"Daddy."
My stomach tightens when he pushes down on my back, bending me over the desk and I feel him hastily yank down my shorts and panties. He removes them completely and I don't have time to even check where he throws them because the next thing I know, his hand is coming down harshly on my ass.
I shriek in surprise but he doesn't stop. Instead he lands another harsh smack on my other ass cheek.
He leans forward, his hand placed on the wood next to my head, his clothed erection digs into my ass as his lips find my ear. "Piccola sporcacciona, da dove cazzo viene?" He spits almost angrily, pushing his erection into my ass. (You dirty little girl, where the fuck did that come from?)
I hear his heavy breathing fill the room followed by the clanking of metal as I turn my head and rest my cheek against the wood of the desk. "Huh?" He booms, landing another harsh slap to my ass.
When I hear the sound of a zipper, I gather that he's undoing his pants, and my chest heaves as my nipples press against the cold wood. "I don't know." I breathe, before I pause and gather my thoughts.
"Alejandro..." I ask wearily. "What if someone hears us?" I ask frantically.
Even though my mind is filled with desire, there's still a hint of fear of the prospect of them hearing us.
"Lucky for you, the walls are soundproof in here." He grunts and then I feel his absence behind me. He returns a moment later with a pillow in his hand and then, he's lifting my hips and placing it between my lower stomach and the hard surface of the desk.
"Cazzo." I hear him curse and when I crane my neck back. He's standing behind me, bare with his hard dick out.
He moves to stand right behind me, his hands moving to grip my ass cheeks as he rubs at the sore skin. "You're on the pill, yes?" He's asking for confirmation as he moves behind me, gripping onto my hips.
My hands move to grip onto the edges of the desk and I nod. "Yeah." I breathe as he leans forward and slowly starts to move all my hair to the side.
He hums, satisfied before moving to kick my legs apart. My ass is in the air and when I feel his tip move to skin my slit and I whimper when he speaks next. "And is my good girl going to let me fuck her raw?"
He continues to coat the tip of his cock in my wetness and a strangled sound escapes me as I nod frantically. "Yes." I plead.
He pushes his tip into me slightly before retracting, teasing my entrance as he lands another harsh smack. "Yes what, baby?"
I whimper. "Yes, Daddy."
I feel his tip nudge my entrance and he grunts, but not before landing another harsh slap to my ass.
I cry out only for it to turn into a strangled gasp once I feel him start to push into me. I instantly squeeze around his cock as he groans out and places his arms on either side of my head, leaning over me and bringing his lips to my ear.
His low grunts spill into my ear as he slowly starts to push in and my eyes shut, my face scrunching up. "I've done some dirty, filthy things," Alejandro grunts and in one fast thrust he pushes his entire length forward, burying his cock into my pussy from behind.
My lips part but Alejandro doesn't give me time to adjust before he's circling his hips. "But I've never let anyone call me that." He spits, angrily into my ear.
And then he retracts almost completely, before trusting into me in one fast motion. "I never really liked it." He seethes as his cock hits a spot so deep that my toes curl.
He straightens out to his fill height behind me as his hands move to hold onto my hips. He thrusts into me and my body lulls forward but his hold on my hips tighten as he keeps me in place, so he can hit the right spot.
"But." He grunts, landing another smack to my ass. "I don't want to stop hearing it from these lips." His voice is a breathy groan as he continues his movements.
They're fast and harsh like he's trying to punish me and all I can do is moan and try not to scream out at the feeling.
His hand sensually slides up the length of my spine and he grips onto my hair, pulling me up and I arch my back as I lift off the desk.
His lips find the side of my neck and he places wet kisses along the skin. "Am I understood?" He grunts harshly. He's got one hand gripping onto my hair and the other on my hip helping him thrust into me deeper.
I nod and when he briefly stops only circling his hips, I moan out. "Yes, Daddy." And then it's followed by another moan when his hand in my hair moves to cup one of my breasts. He resumes his movements, trusting into me, his hand on my breast rubbing and teasing the hard nipple. "That's my good fucking girl." He grunts into my ear, before pushing me back down onto the desk and griping onto my hips, he lifts them slightly as he dives into me faster.
His arms eventually move out to brace himself against the wall that the desk is pushed up against and his low groans fill the space. "Cazzo, I wish you could see what I'm seeing, baby."
"Alejandro." I moan, as I start to move my ass back, pushing back into him as he thrusts forward. My stomach tightens and I start to feel the buildup once again. "I'm gonna come-" I say.
"Not yet, baby." He grunts. "I wanna see your face as you squeeze around my cock." He groans and then a whine escapes my lips when he pulls out of me completely.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
