Dylan’s POV
“Yes!” Damien’s answer rang in my head as my eyes fixed on Camilla’s jumping boobs and her already thrown back head as she rode my c**k, “I kidnapped and tried to f**k her, what are you going to do about it?!” His voice came again and I tried to shut it out of my head but I couldn’t.
My arms wrapped tightly around Camilla’s waist as I kept pounding her ass on my c**k, riding it and forcing her to take the entire length of my d**k.
I shouldn’t be f*****g her like this, I’d initially intended to f**k her gently and slowly but the more I thought about Damien, the more angry I become and it’s not at Camilla.
I was mad at myself, mad at the fact that he was right and there was nothing I could do for him at that moment but I sure as hell am not letting it slide.
“Fuck.” Camilla
