Camilla’s POV
Pulling me up from the floor, my legs felt weak and I almost collapsed but Dylan caught me before I could hit the ground.
“I haven’t even started yet and you’re already tired.” He whispered in my ear when I crashed into him.
“It’s your birthday tomorrow and let’s just say I’m about to give you a pre-birthday gift which is my cock.” He added as if I asked before pushing me on the bed roughly.
Lifting my gaze, I saw his dark smile and my p***y throbbed. I’d just had a gut wrenching orgasm but my cunt still yearns for him even more.
“I need to get something downstairs,” he started as he put on his shorts, leaving me as my s****l frustration started getting to the brim.
“I want you in thongs by the time I get back.” He ordered, I always loved it whenever Dylan was dominant,
