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She braced her hands on my chest as she raised her body, bouncing her pussy on my cock. Just when I thought I would pop out, she pushed herself down impaling herself on my cock. Up and down her body bounced, moaning with each thrust of her cunt back onto my member. I grabbed her swaying breasts trying to hold onto them as she rode my cock. I saw one of her hands move between her thighs, rubbing on her clit.

My cock throbbed inside her moist walls as her body slid up and down. I felt her vaginal muscles clenching my rod, keeping it lodged inside her and then as she pulled her sweet cunt upwards, she released my cock only to have her muscles grab it again.

I wanted to touch her everywhere at once, wanting to keep her pussy filled with my manhood. She swayed above me, her eyes closed one second then open the next; watching the desire on my face get the best of me.

She moaned, moving faster and harder.

I pushed my hips upward, rotating them. I knew I would not last any longer.

"Good girl," I groaned under my breath.

My cock erupted into her warm pussy. My eyes shut tight as the fluid in my balls flew into her. It was like my hips had a life of their own as I claimed her with powerful thrusts.

Her body stiffened, her head thrown back, and her back arched as her body was overcome with her orgasm.

Isabelle collapsed in my arms, her body still shaking. I felt her bore into my arms, her head resting on my chest under my chin. My hands stroked her back lightly, feeling it rise and fall from her heavy breathing.

I had to admit, I did feel better now.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

ISABELLE

The way the light hit the room, the vibrant and opulent decor was meticulously arranged to impress and deceive.

Vincenzo and I played our roles perfectly. If you were watching from the outside, you wouldn’t be able to tell it was all a façade.

Vincenzo said and did all the right things; I almost believed that he wasn’t an insufferable prick. Our chemistry, regardless of the situation, was undeniable. I had a good feeling that we were able to convince even the most skeptical onlookers.

I picked a red shimmering dress that hugged my curves perfectly. It matched the decor of the room and Vincenzo’s tie. I caught several glances of admiration and envy, but I wasn’t going to let it phase me. I had a job to do. Even though I felt like I was doing a good job, I couldn’t help but feel uneasy about the whole situation.

Sarah was also present and beaming with joy. Though I loved my friend, I had to avoid her that night because Mark’s eyes were lingering a little too long on me, and it was making me very uncomfortable.

However, all my actions to avoid Mark came to naught because he cornered me as soon as Vincenzo had to leave me alone to take an urgent phone call. I was on my way to the open bar when I felt Mark’s sweaty hand on my arm.

“Isabelle, can I talk to you?” His familiar voice immediately made me quicken my steps. His voice was slurred, so I could tell that he was tipsy.

“I’m busy,” I said, hoping that he wouldn’t catch up to me, but he did. He held my arm tightly, forcing me to stop. When I glanced up at him, I could see desperation in his eyes. The engagement must have upset him more than I had guessed. His gaze seemed lost and I could see right through it as he searched for words. I felt the need to run, then. Before it was too late and he finally found the words to speak.

“I…” He tried, but failed. He clears his voice, then tried again. “Isabelle, I still love you, and I can’t stop thinking about you, can you please give us a chance?” He says it all in one breath, and I feel trapped. I want to tell him no, to tell him we can’t work. I want to–

“What?!” It wasn’t me that spoke. It was Sarah. “How dare you?!” Sarah yelled with tears in her eyes.

I gasped, “I’m so sorry, Sarah.”

Sarah held up her hand to shut me up, “Izzy, I know you didn’t do anything, but you!” She turned to her husband who didn’t even look the least but remorseful.

“I’m done, our marriage is over. I don’t want to see you again. I want you out of this place.” she said, taking off her ring and throwing it at his chest. People were staring, and among them was Elia, who was now stepping close towards Sarah.

Mark stood in front of Sarah, too dangerously close.

“Make me,” he said, looking like an entirely different man. I was about to step forward when Elia and his men did. It all happened very fast, they dragged Mark outside.

I hugged Sarah, feeling terrible. She tried to smile and wiped away her tears.

“Do you want me to get you a drink?” I offered.

“I think I’m ok,” she said in a shaky voice. “I should have known he was a jerk when he broke up with you by text. He is truly a coward and a selfish one at that!” She added. We chatted for a bit and then suddenly Elia was by Sarah’s side, offering her a drink. I watched them for a while, how delicately Elia treated Sarah, wondering if I should stay with them, but she gave me a look letting me know she was ok. I think she needed some gentlemanly attention to somewhat restore her faith in decent men on this planet, so I decided to make the rounds of the party.

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