Camilla pov
Theo's voice is low and brutal.
“You want more? I’m going to give you more.” He whispers and I feel my pussy throb and drip, walls clenching.
Without a warning, he grabs my arm and pulls me up from the floor with a force that makes my breath hitch.
I barely have time to stand steady before he drags me to the table at the center of the room. My legs stumble under me, my throat still coated with the taste of him.
“Hands on the table,” Theo orders.
I obey instantly, placing my trembling palms flat against the wood, my chest heaving, nipples flushed and stiff with arousal. He yanks my hips back, arching my ass up high.
Then,without as much as a warning he positions his cock at the entrance of my already dripping pussy then he slips into my warm confines.
My back arches.
“Arghhh!!! Theo—fuck!” I gasp, voice shattering as my eyes flutter shut.
“Fantastic! Just how I imagined it will grip. Those pussy walls are so greedy for my cock,doll.” Theo groans,burying himself deep ins
