~Christopher’s POV~
I didn’t thrust any further. I just brushed her hair back with my fingers. I could feel her squeezing her legs together, which was impossible because I was wedged between her thigh bones. I took in a deep breath and tried to move a little, and she arched back and winced, but I pulled her back and claimed her lips. Her tears were streaming down her cheeks. I am angry, but I don't want her to feel worse than she already is. If I say anything right now she will tell me about how I never saw her as a woman. I began thrusting gradually, being cautious not to go all in. I looked at her teary eyes and I just knew the counter would cause her more pain, so I lifted her from the counter with my cock still in her kitty and headed to her room. I positioned her in her bed.
“Camille, do you want me to stop?”
