C21 Son of Devil

“Cameron,” I whispered, “You could at least try to make love to me.”

I swallowed, trying to relax as he leaned over me. His lips met mine, his hand finding my two feminine parts.

It was over before I knew it. He shoved my knees apart and was inside me, his hands gripping my thighs as he made love to me.

I felt my back arch off the bed, my breath catching in pain