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Isabella’s motions grow jagged. She squeezes me, putting her body tight against mine as she gets so close. The pulse of her impending orgasm throbs against my dick. Then she stops moving, and her clit twitches against me. She moans in my ear as she experiences a delicious orgasm I can almost taste on my tongue again.

“Thank you,” she pants.

I brush her sweaty hair away from her face without saying anything. I keep making mistakes with her. I’m not the man for this job.

I stand up, helping her to her feet before I take a few steps toward the door while pulling up my pants.

“Wait!” she calls after me.

I turn around, keeping my hands on both flaps of my pants but waiting to zip them up.

Her cheeks flush. “I want to taste myself on you.”

Bad idea, self. Do not let her put her mouth on you. Her mouth would be a gateway.

Despite arguing internally with myself, my hands drop from the fabric and tug my boxers down again. “Come taste yourself, then,” I growl.

She steps closer and I lean back against the closed door. Once she’s in front of me, I help her to her knees with a rough grasp on her shoulder.

I’m making a big fucking mistake, but I want that mistake more than anything right now.

As she looks up at me with those big, round eyes, I bring the head of my cock to her lips. She spreads them to take me into her mouth, and I groan the moment her warmth wraps around me.

She’s lacking her usual confidence. Her teeth graze my skin, but I let her figure out her teeth and tongue.

“This is the first cock you’ve ever had in your mouth, huh?” I grab the back of her head and push deeper into her mouth. “How about in your throat?”

She gags, but she settles onto her heels and loosens her throat for me.

“Yes, open your throat, just like that.” I wrap her long, dark hair around my hand and thrust my hips against her mouth. “Whose come do you want down your tight throat?” I ask as I pull her off my cock.

Drool clings to her lower lip. She looks like she doesn’t know if that’s what she wants. If she told me to come somewhere else, I would. Her face. Her perky tits. But she rolls her eyes up to mine.

“Daddy’s,” she whispers.

Fuck. As much as I find it weird, hearing her beg for her daddy to fill her throat brings me to the edge of insanity.

I put her on my cock again and bring it to the back of her throat. She gags, tears marking her cheeks. I thrust against her mouth until I come too. Hard. Harder than I’ve ever come. Maybe because she’s so forbidden, and nothing feels better than something you aren’t supposed to experience.

I pull her from her knees before she can swallow or spit. I have no clue what she wants to do, and I’m not sure if she does, either.

“Spit or swallow?” I ask.

She tosses her head back and swallows. She gags, her throat moving heavily. Her lips spread, and she shows me that she took all of it.

I pull her into me and kiss her, exploring her mouth with my tongue. She tastes like my come. Like my little whore.

Only after my cock is spent does the regret swell inside me. How can something that feels so good be this fucking wrong? For Isabella, orgasms are worth the risk of death. I’m not sure I value pleasure the same way, but she makes that fate seem a little less dreary.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Isabella

My silk dress drapes my skin. It feels so light and sensual. Once dressed, I go to my desk and sit down in front of the vanity. Mascara elongates my already full lashes. Black eyeliner traces my dark eyes, lifting into wings by the corners of my eyes. Dark waves of hair fall over my shoulder, and I shake out the curls shaped into it. Cherry vanilla perfume is the last step in my routine, and I spritz it around me, filling the air with the familiar scent.

I’m dreading tonight.

But I have no choice.

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