Kendall
He takes my ankles in his hands, slides them across his shoulder blades so that he can press his mouth closer against me, latch around my clit, sucking so hard I see stars.
“Oh, my god,” I gasp.
“Not god,” he says sharply. “Say my name, principessa.”
“Camden,” I manage, trying to breathe. “Camden, please...”
I trail off, still having some dignity, enough to be slightly embarrassed that I’m begging him.
“Please what, principessa?”
“Please make me come again,” I whisper, and he doesn’t waste any time, suckling on my clit and pumping his fingers still inside me.
I shudder all over when I come a third time, and then he removes his fingers, getting up on his knees and fumbling with his pants before shoving them down and freeing himself.
I’m so blissed out I can barely move but
