Chapter 58 Camilla’s Pov.
Wave after wave of pleasure ran through my body. My nails dug deep into his soft skin, leaving marks as he continued to fuck me relentlessly.
“Such a good girl for me.” He mumbled in a husky voice as he made circular motions around my clit, stimulating it as if to punish me after my first orgasm. I don't know if I can handle the pleasure again. It's all too much.
“Àlvaro.” I moaned as he removed his fingers from my mouth and wrapped them around my neck.
I moaned, barely managing to control my sounds. The feeling of each thrust in combination with his fingers on my clit was just too much and I knew he knows exactly what he's doing.
My second orgasm conquered my body powerfully, my body shaking beneath his and I closed my eyes, leaving myself to the sinful, yet so amazing feeling as he began to tighten his body after each thrust, his groans getting louder.
“Down on your knees.” He demanded, almost out of breath as he stood up from the bed and even though I hadn't yet recovered from my orgasm, I did as I was told with trembling legs. I knelt in front of him while he ran his hand along his cock, looking down at me.
He let out a throaty moans and then I felt his sticky warm cum spilling all over my face. It was a lot because I could feel it falling on my chest also.
His hair was a mess and his whole body was tight and sweaty as he breathed heavily, looking down and trying to recover from his orgasm.
I looked at him through my lashes, my entire face covered in his cum which he was visibly enjoying seeing as he had a grin on his face.
“I think you need to take another shower.” He spoke in a low voice, running his tongue along his bottom lip as he put on his pants and buckled his belt, still watching me down on my knees in front of him, covered in his seat. “I'd offer to join but we both know we've done quite enough under your mother's roof.” He winked.
But before I was able to say anything, he walked out of the room.
He did it again. Fucked me and left but this time, I didn't feel the hollow feeling from the other day. I actually felt….happy?
I guess so because how else do you explain the smile on my face?
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“I don't want to hear any of these fucked up excuses, do you hear me?” Àlvaro spoke into the phone, a frown on his face. “We need to take down Sergei and this might be the only real chance we get to be rid of him once and for all.” He spat angrily as he hung up the phone. He sighed deeply, letting his hands fall to his sides.
I knocked on the slightly open door, announcing my entrance.
He turned to look at me as I walked further into the room.
After a family breakfast, Àlvaro and I had the house to ourselves while my mum and Hector ran a few errands, both of them none the wiser to what Àlvaro and I did last night. Thankfully.
“What's wrong?” I asked, genuinely concerned.
“I have to leave, chica.”
My heart sank.
“Why?” I mumbled.
“We're getting closer to nailing that son of a bitch, Sergei and I need to be there to organize my men. Santiago is doing a shitty ass job.”
He walked closer to me, cupping my face in his hands. “You don't have to come back with me.” He muttered.
Wait.
Was he offering me my freedom right now?
What about Omertà?
But there was no life for me here. Granted, I missed my mum and Hector but not enough to want to remain here for the rest of my life.
And even though I knew I was going back to a lonely house, it was better than being far away from Àlvaro.
“I'll tell my mum that I have to leave for school.” I muttered, already dreading the conversation sewing as I was literally only here for a day.
A few hours later, I was hugging my mum and brother goodbye. My mum was sad that I was leaving way earlier than expected and I was even more sad to have to lie about the reason for the sudden departure.
My mum told Àlvaro to visit again and Hector stood beside her nodding vigorously. Well, we both knew the reason for his eagerness.
After another lengthy plane ride, Àlvaro was soon dropping me off at the house.
“Thank you, Àlvaro.” I said sincerely, wrapping my arms around his neck from the passenger seat of the car.
As I pulled off and got out of the car, Àlvaro looked like he was about to say something but decided against it. He zoomed off without so much as a word to me.
When I got in the house, the first thing I did was to retrieve my phone from my bag to text Chloe.
“Bitch! You won't believe where I just got back from!!!”
Àlvaro's Pov.
The next day, I sat in my office trying to focus on some crucial work when my phone buzzed. I glanced over to find Camilla’s name flash up on the screen. She has never texted me or nothing. My hand quickly reached over to grab my phone, opening the text in case anything has happened.
Camilla.
I miss you.
Huh? I slumped into my chair a little with a half smile on my face as I held my phone against my fingers, deciding to play along because I fucking missed her too.
Àlvaro.
Yeah? How much?
My teeth clamped down on the inside of my cheek as I stared back at the messages. She doesn't respond instantly so I fixed my gaze back on my laptop screen.
I was expecting a call from Anthonio later and all I could think about was the way I was going to torture Sergei until he was screaming for mercy.
I heard my phone buzzed again and I quickly opened the message.
But it's not a text. It's a picture.
As the image opened, my breath became stuck in my throat as I stared back at my phone screen.
Camilla was laying on the bed, in a black lace bra and matching thong. Her stomach is stretched out and her hand is draped over her midriff. I groaned at all her curves and gorgeous skin, my cock twitching in my pants at the sight.
I hadn't seen her for a few days now and even though I allowed her friend, Chloe to come keep her company, I was craving a taste of her.
God! I missed her more than I would like to admit.
Then a text comes through.
Camilla.
This much.
Àlvaro.
You're pushing me, chica. The things I'd do to you right now if I was there with you.”
Camilla.
Like what?
Àlvaro.
I'd tear those fucking little garments off your body and suck the waterfall between your leg dry.
Camilla.
Really?
Àlvaro.
You'd be screaming my name.
Camilla.
So you'd really rip them off? Don't you think they're sexy?
Àlvaro.
I like it better when you're naked.
Camilla.
Huh? Like this?
Then she sent a picture with her wearing nothing at all. Her rose pink nipples were hard and her hand was between her legs. I groaned at the sight and found myself staring at it for a moment too long but I just couldn't help myself.
Now my cock was fully hard in my pants. I wanted to see her like that in person. I wanted to flunk off work and head down there so I can pound her sweet little pussy and listen to her deep moans because no matter how much I fucked her, I just couldn't get enough.
Fuck!
I really need to focus, else I'm gonna cum right in my pants if I wasn't careful.
My phone rang this time and I expected to see Camilla’s name on the screen but instead, I saw Anthonio.
Fuck!
I needed to stay focused.