Guidance

by Danielle Allen

“Camilla?” “Yes?” My voice faltered slightly. “I look forward to showing you my appreciation,” he professed before he opened the door and walked out.

“I hope these flowers do for you and your day what you did for me and mine,”

“I understand and I appreciate that. But for what you did for us, you can get anything you want from me. And you deserve to be thanked.”

Kian Long: This is Kian. I want you to have my number. Call me anytime. My lips curved into a small smile as I read it again. Camilla Branch: Anytime? Kian Long: Anytime.

“PTA is now Parent-Teacher Assclapping. Details at eleven!”

Kian Long: Your man didn’t trip over it, did he? Camilla Branch: I don’t have a man. Kian Long: Do you want one? Camilla Branch: It depends on who’s asking…

“I’m asking.” His deep voice carried his reply beyond my ears and into every nook and cranny of my body. “Because I would like to take you out and get to know you better—outside of the context in which we met.”

“Stop playing with me.” “All I want to do is play with you.” He sucked in a sharp breath. “Come on, Cam,” he begged hoarsely. “I’m trying to be a gentleman.” “You don’t have to be.”

Okay Dr. Camilla 👏🏿👏🏿👏🏿

“You want to wet my beard, don’t you, Camilla? You want to cum on my face,” he growled before sucking in a sharp breath. “Fuck.”

“I want you to cum with me,” I told him wantonly. “I want to cum on your dick. After I cum on your face, will you let me cum on your dick? Please…”

I took another bite. “Keep this up and you’re going to spoil me.” “I plan to spoil you.”

“Camilla…” Kissing my inner thigh, he looked up at me. “Can I take care of you?”

“I need to hear you say it.” “Yes,” I murmured. “Yes what?” “Yes, please take care of me—oh shit!”

“I can at least feel it.” “You want to feel it, baby?” I nodded. “I want to sit on it,” I admitted breathily, spreading my wetness around. “I want you to sit on it.”

“Yeah. I was taken care of.”