Page 21 of Isle of Beauty

Fuck, she’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Don’t go too fast.”

She whines but obeys.

“What do you need?” I ask, challenging her to stay lucid enough to answer me. “Use your words, beautiful.”

“I want to see you. Please. I need to see you.” Desperation has never looked so good.

She pants, working herself into a frenzy. I’m hard as fuck, my cock leaking precum.

She’s naked and begging, legs open, ready to be fucked and I want her so much it’s hard to breathe. I need to be buried so deep inside her there will be no getting rid of me. I want her dripping sweat and cum before the end of the night as a reminder of what I can do to her.

But I also want to give her anything she asks for.

I unbuckle my belt, undo the button and drag the zipper down. Her pupils widen at the sound and her hand slows down without conscious thought. She whimpers when I take my cock out of my boxer briefs and wrap my silk-clad fist to it. I blow out a breath of relief.

“Keep rubbing that needy clit, mo cara. You’re doing so well, getting ready for my cock.” I praise, my voice thick with lust and greed. Greed for her reactions, for her sounds. I can’t fucking wait to see her come apart.

She mewls as I keep fisting my cock with her thong, going faster now. It’s so soft, and she’s so beautiful like this, taking orders from me and giving me what I crave. My balls tighten and I hold my orgasm at bay, waiting for her to crest up her peak.

Desire emboldens her. Her chest heaves and she looks out of her mind with the need to come.

“I want to see you come,” she pants.

Of course, my girl’s going to try to top from the bottom. “Not until you do, baby. Look at me when you come for me.”

She’s flushed, her hands moving faster, lips open in a soft O, eyes fixed on mine. I pump my dick to match her rhythm, my strokes growing erratic and wild.

Her moans fill the room, her orgasm shattering her body.

I watch her come undone and vow to see it as many times as possible as I let myself go and come all over my hand and shirt, a powerful climax taking me under. My heart races and I breathe heavily, nothing but white noise in my ears.

She watches me with a naughty smile and I quickly remove my shirt and wipe my hands on it before discarding it carelessly. Dropping to my knees between her thighs, I press her chest until her back hits the table.

She doesn’t resist me when I bury my face in her pussy. Her taste hits my tongue and it’s like a drug to my system. I never want to stop. My moans mingle with hers, her back arching off the table, her hands coming to grab locks of my hair at the top of my head. She’s already so sensitive, but she doesn’t stop me.

I insert one digit into her warm pussy and have her detonating on my tongue almost immediately.

“There she is.” I praise and keep her going. I stroke her clit with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth, keeping my finger into her. She squirms and tries to get away but I hold firm on her thighs.

"Give me one more.” It’s a command and a plea.

She whines and whimpers pathetically. It’s fucking music to my ears. I could stay there all night every night, making her cry out for me. I add another finger and curl them up while pressing on her pelvis and she keens before her pussy flutters erratically on my fingers, another orgasm destroying her completely.

She comes down slowly, breathing hard. I scoop her up and take her to my bedroom.

“Don’t fall asleep yet, mo cara.”

“Baby, we’re just getting started.”

EIGHT

LANA

TOPPING FROM THE BOTTOM

Pierce sets me down on the edge of the bed and asks me not to move while he slowly removes the rest of his clothing. It’s the first time I see him fully naked and the tease I got this morning didn’t prepare me for the full force of the hunger that hits me.

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