Page 70 of Isle of Beauty

My heart beats too fast and my cheeks heat up. This time, my words were intentional.

Lisandru draws back and looks at me with an intensity that has me squirming on his lap. I’m panting and he hasn’t even touched me. The hands that encircle my body slowly trace to settle on my hips. I gulp audibly. “Do you… do you want to channel that rage? On me?”

“No, mo cara,” he says softly while caressing my cheek with the back of his rough hand. “I want to worship you like I deserve to have you, even if I don’t. I want to lick every inch of your skin and drive my cock so deep inside you, you’ll never be rid of me. I want to fuck you like I own you because you fucking own me. Will you let me?”

“Yes,” I whisper on his lips before taking his mouth with mine. It’s not a gentle kiss. Lisandru bites my lower lip until I whimper then licks the sting away. His tongue tangles with mine for dominance at the same time that his hand comes to fist my hair and tilts my head to give him more access.

His brand of loving is rough around the edges, tinted with fading rage, and I love every single second of it. I can’t get him out of his clothes fast enough. I fumble with the buttons of his shirt while he removes my silk sleep shirt then lifts me off his lap just long enough to remove the matching shorts. We keep kissing and it’s messy and I feel so full I might burst.

His belt is the next thing to go. Idrop to my knees between his parted thighs and take him out of his pants and boxers. He lifts off his hips to help me draw the rest of the clothing down his legs and I don’t wait for instructions to take him into my mouth, as deep as I can go.

I’m so hungry for the taste of him on my tongue.

His grunts of pleasure spur me on and I keep him deep in my throat, swallowing around his cock until it pulses raggedly.

“Fuck. Get on my cock, mo cara, and don’t make me repeat myself.”

My skin is on fire and I’m so fucking turned on I glide on his shaft in one smooth stroke that has me see stars. Lisandru pinches my nipples between two fingers before he laps at them with his wet tongue and I already climb to my release. My pussy clenches relentlessly around him as I bounce up and down on his cock like a doll.

I love every second of it. Getting used empties my mind of anything that isn’t him. I don’t have to make any decision, to scheme or to protect. The only time I felt so free was three years ago. With him. Now, I fucking fly.

His hand takes my throat in a possessive hold. “Who owns you?” he breathes on my lips.

“You.”

My body hungers for him, making me mindless with desire. Within the fog of my lust, I press my hand to his throat and tighten my fingers on each side with a smile. “And who owns you?”

“You,” he answers with a devilish grin. “Now show me how well you own me, mo cara. Ride my cock and make me come.”

I lift off his cock with a whimper and turn around to settle reverse cowgirl. I moan when I take him back inside me and he spanks my ass to encourage me. Fuck, that’s so hot.

“Do it again,” I beg.

Lisandru presses his front to my back and sneaks his finger down to my clit to circle it with the perfect rhythm. The position has my legs stretched wide open on each side of his thighs, and his cock plunging deeper inside me with each thrust. I’m so wet I’m dripping on his balls.

He replaces the circling motion on my clit with gentle taps that get rougher by the second and I buck against him. Words don’t even come to me in my haze. “Can’t. I can’t.”

“Shh. You can and you will, baby. I’ll kiss it better. Now be good for me and make us both come.”

His hand is back at my throat and he squeezes both sides. I get dizzy, light painting the edges of my vision until he lets go and I detonate on his cock. My pussy clenches around him so hard he starts to rut into me from behind until his warm cum fills me. His loud moans are music to my ears, almost triggering another small climax to build on the previous one. Our shared orgasm seems to go on forever.

Slowly, our heartbeats calm, our breathing resumes naturally. My mouth is dry and my muscles feel like cotton but my mind has never been so blissfully empty.

Lisandru lifts me up and sets me down on the coffee table before dropping to his knees with a gleam in his eyes.

“I told you I’d kiss it better. Let me lick you clean.”

He starts at my inner thighs, slick with both our releases before he fucks me again with his tongue. I’m so sensitive it hurts but no matter how much I pull on his hair, he groans and continues until he has me coming on his tongue.

With a rough hand on my jaw, he makes me open then spits in my mouth, before sliding his tongue between my lips and kissing me like he can’t get enough.

And I’m glad he can’t because I don’t ever want him to stop.

My phone rings, disturbing the peace we created, and the screen lights up with my dad’s name on it.

“Don’t pick up,” Lisandru asks before spearing me on his cock again. Fuck, how is he hard already?

I moan loudly but climb off him. “It must be about the papers we’re supposed to sign today.”

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