Page 4 of The Billionaire's Obsession

I slip off my shoes and place my jacket on top, the weight of the moment settling around us, then begin unbuttoning my shirt in quick succession, the fabric sliding from my shoulders. “I don’t want you to worry about the moral implications of what this is.” My words are steady, but I can feel the urgency beneath them. If she gets bogged down in those details, she could call this off. I’ve finally gotten her to get this far, and I don’t want her to say ‘no’ at the last minute over something that means nothing in the grand scheme of things. I want to focus on us, on this moment, where everything else fades away.

Isabel chews on her bottom lip, her eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and uncertainty. “But the moral implications are,” she hesitates, searching for the right words, “kind of hot.”

This unexpected admission causes me to raise an eyebrow in surprise. I didn’t see that coming. “Oh, really?” I set down the shirt atop my jacket, the fabric sliding into place as I stroll over to her, closing the distance between us. “So you’ve imagined yourself fucking your stepbrother before?”

A naughty grin blossoms on her lips, illuminating her face with a playful light. “I mean, I know it’s kind of bad. I shouldn’t be thinking like that, but I have.” Her voice drops, now barely above a whisper, as if sharing a secret that dances on the edge of taboo and excitement.

"Get on the bed," I say, my cock straining against the confines of my pants, swelling at the provocative image of her entertaining illicit thoughts about me for all these years. "And remove that towel," I add, my gaze devouring her. "I want to feast my eyes on your body."

She carefully undoes the delicate knot she had tied at the top, her fingers deftly working to loosen the fabric. With a gentle wiggle, she frees herself from the towel, allowing it to cascade down and settle atop the bed like a fallen leaf. In that moment, I behold her body in all its breathtaking glory, every curve and contour illuminated by the soft light, stirring a primal reaction deep within me.

"Jesus," I murmur, barely audible, as a wave of reverence washes over me. "This is practically a divine experience."

Isabel's cheeks flush a deep crimson as she gracefully positions herself on the bed, her body sinking into the plush mattress. She gazes at me with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. "I've always perceived you as the dominant type," she admits, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I've fantasized that you would take me with an untamed passion, without holding back."

"If you don't quit talking like that, I'm going to cum before I get out of these pants," I growl as I unbuckle my belt, the sound of the metal releasing its tension echoing through the room. She giggles from her place on the bed, the soft, husky tones sending a thrill through my veins, making my already-hard cock twitch with anticipation. "Hey, no giggling when I'm about to unveil my cock," I chastise her, my voice low and rough, "or else I'll have to punish you," I add, my eyes narrowing slightly as I gaze at her, the threat hanging in the air like a promise.

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she says it, the corners of her lips curling upward in a sly, provocative gesture that makes my cock twitch even harder, the anticipation of what's to come almost unbearable.

“Or maybe you would like that.” Sometimes punishment and pleasure are one and the same, and I can see the thrill of that possibility dancing in her gaze, making my own excitement spike as I take a step closer to her, my eyes locked on hers, the air thickening with tension.

5

ISABEL

Nicholas's presence continues to elicit a tumultuous mix of emotions within me, a potent cocktail of taboo and desire. The fact that he is my stepbrother makes our illicit encounters all the more exhilarating, the forbidden nature of our relationship serving only to intensify the scorching passion between us. As he disrobes, shedding his boxers and revealing his impressive, fully aroused member, I find myself ensnared by a powerful and nearly irresistible urge to kneel before him and take him into my mouth.

This craving, this insatiable hunger, is something I do not often experience with the men I date. But with Nicholas, it feels different. It's as if his very essence calls to me, compelling me to test the limits of my own abilities and explore the depths of my desires. Can I take all of him, every thick, throbbing inch, into my throat without flinching? Can I bring him to the brink of ecstasy and make him surrender to his own release? Can I swallow every last drop of his potent seed? These questions swirl through my mind like a tempest, fueling my determination to prove myself against him.

Nicholas ascends onto the bed with the languid grace of a predator stalking its prey, every movement a testament to his raw, primal power. His lips trace a path from my ankle to my thighs, each kiss and nibble setting my skin alight with a burning desire that threatens to consume me. He worships my body like a man who knows the secrets it holds, the desires that lie hidden beneath its surface.

"You are my beautiful, curvy goddess," he murmurs when he reaches the apex of my thighs, the target that so many men before him have sought to claim. But Nicholas is different. He does not rush or take without asking. Instead, he places a single, reverent kiss on the sensitive flesh before continuing his slow, tantalizing journey up my body.

His hands explore every curve and dip, memorizing the landscape of my body as if it were a map to hidden treasure. And when he finally reaches my lips, I feel as if I have been waiting for this moment my entire life. His kiss is deep and passionate, a promise of the pleasure that is still to come. And as I surrender myself to his touch, I know that there is no turning back. I am his, completely and utterly, and I would not have it any other way.

He pauses at my navel, swirling his tongue in a teasing dance that elicits an involuntary gasp from me. Then, with a mischievous smile, he continues his upward trajectory. Nicholas reaches my breasts, and his kisses grow more insistent, each one a brand that sears my skin. His teeth graze my sensitive flesh, leaving a delicious sting in their wake. As he explores every inch of me, his hands are just as eager, kneading and caressing my curves with a possessive hunger. He is determined to uncover every secret, to chart the terrain of my body as if it were his own personal conquest. And as I arch into his touch, lost in theintensity of pleasure, I know that I am willingly surrendering to his dominion.

My hips instinctively rock in rhythm with his skilled fingers, seeking more of the exquisite friction he offers. Nicholas, ever the consummate tease, draws out my anticipation, savoring each gasp and whimper that escapes my lips.

"You're so responsive, so eager," he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. His praise sends a shiver down my spine as he continues to explore the sensitive folds between my legs. "I adore every curve, every inch of you."

As his thumb expertly circles my clit, a torrent of pleasure surges through me, and I can no longer hold back my desperate plea. "Fuck me, Nicholas," I beg, my voice thick with need. "Please, I need you inside me."

However, Nicholas continues his leisurely exploration, expertly coaxing waves of pleasure from my body with each pump of his fingers and swirl of his thumb. My body throbs with an insatiable lust and desire, craving more of his touch.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he asks, his voice low and seductive. The teasing edge in his tone only heightens my arousal.

"Fuck, yes," I gasp, grinding myself against his hand, desperate for more friction to hasten my release. I can feel the orgasm building, but it's not arriving fast enough to quench my desperate need.

Nicholas, well aware of my mounting desire, adds a third finger, filling me completely. It's been some time since I've had a man, and the sensation is exquisite. His thumb maintains its pressure,and he begins to increase the pace, driving me closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"Keep going, Nicholas, yes," I encourage him, my voice barely above a whisper. Grinding my hips against his hand with increased urgency, I can feel my release building rapidly. The pressure within me mounts, and it's not long before I reach the brink. Digging my fingernails into his forearms, I cry out his name as an intense orgasm crashes through me, leaving me trembling and breathless.

With a satisfied grin, Nicholas slowly withdraws his fingers, leaving me feeling both satiated and wanting more. In a surprisingly seductive move, he brings each finger to his mouth, savoring my arousal with relish. "Just as I suspected, sweet and ready for me," he says, winking at me with unbridled desire.

Wasting no time, he swiftly lowers himself between my legs, capturing my gaze as he gives me a long, lingering lick. The intimate connection sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, pushing me even higher into the stratosphere of ecstasy.

"Fucking Christ," I moan, my voice heavy with desire and frustration.

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