The Art of Us

Chapter Thirteen

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Chapter Thirteen

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Camila's POV

The doorbell rang. Sighing, I got up off the couch to answer it. I opened the door to find Dinah.

"Hey, so I know the girls and kids aren't here. Wanna watch a movie?" She asked, smiling at me.

I narrowed my eyes at her, suspiciously. "Why are you here?" I asked bitterly.

A frown grew on her lips and she held her hands up. "I was hoping to spend time with my best friend, but if you don't want me here then I'll leave." She mumbled sadly.

I sighed, squeezing my eyes shut. "Fine." I said, slowly closing the door.

She stopped the door with her foot.

"Walz, why are you avoiding me?" She asked, pushing the door open and walking in.

Shutting the door she leaned against it, staring at me.

I step away from her. "I'm not avoiding you." I muttered, looking down at my feet.

"Yes you are." She said, stepping closer to me.

"I'm not." I growled, stepping back.

She continued walking toward me and I continued backing away from her until the back of my knees hit the couch.

I fell into a sitting position on the couch and Dinah was suddenly straddling my hips.

"You have been avoiding me." She breathed out, shifting on my lap.

"I have not." I said, trying to push her off me.

Grabbing my hands, she held them down against the back of the couch and continued grinding against me.

I bit my lip as I felt my dick beginning to harden.

"You have, and that's okay." She whispered, leaning down and brushing her lips against mine.

"Dinah, stop!" I growled.

Leaning back, she pushed her hips down against mine harder. "Why don't you make me." She moaned out.

I pulled my hands from her grip and pushed her shoulder. "Stop!" I growled.

"Make me." She growled back, leaning in and kissing me roughly.

I pushed her back by her shoulders.

Dinah didn't budge, tangling her hands in my hair and continuing to grind against me.

I was beginning to lose my willpower, my hands sliding down to her hips.

I breathed in deeply through my nose as she ground against my completely hard dick.

Leaning back, she gripped onto my shoulders, grinding down even harder. "Mila," she moaned her eyes filled with lust.

I moaned, gripping her shirt and bucking my hips up into her.

"Mmm," she moaned, leaning down and pressing her lips against mine.

I let go of her shirt and began fumbling with the button on my jeans.

Pulling back, she grabbed my hands and pushed them away, quickly unbuttoning my jeans.

"Where do you want me?" She whispered, sliding her hands up my stomach.

I bit my lip, leaning into her touch. I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Mila, where do you want me?" She whispered, pulling her hands from my shirt. "You can take me here on the couch, in the kitchen, the shower, or even the bedroom." She breathed out.

I ran my hand through my hair and rubbed my face. "This is wrong." I muttered, pushing her off me. I stood up and began pacing around the living room. "This is wrong." I repeated.