Climbing the Ladder — Part 4

Joe and Camilla discuss their future

“Ah fuck! Joe! FUCK!”

Camilla cried out as I drove into her again, reclaiming her for the fifth…sixth? More?

Well, reclaiming her once again. I’d lost count on what number we were on. I couldn’t control it, overcome by something primal that I didn’t quite understand, her response telling me she couldn’t either.

I’d think about how she fucked Giorgio…and Jeffreys…and God knows who else, feeling sick and enraged as I thought about it, which somehow channeled itself into yet another raging erection that I’d loathe myself for.

And yet I couldn’t stop. It was like I was addicted to her cheating pussy. And ass. And mouth.

“Did he fuck you like this?” I said as I slammed into her, her body crushed into the mattress below from my weight as I took her from behind.

“Yes! Yes!” Her answer came out in a sob, some mix of pleasure as she keened out her orgasm…and perhaps some guilt along with it.

Unless I was imagining that last part.

Our flesh made wet, squelching sounds from the slop of our unions as I slammed into her.

I could feel my own release rising once again, surprising even me. I’d normally have nothing left around round four, and yet…