Page 41 of Bells

A look I didn’t recognize flitted over his handsome face as I stared back at him. It was a look I’d never seen on him before. Maybe it was. . . sadness?

No, that couldn’t be right.

I leaned in to kiss him, my breasts brushing against his t-shirt. He jerked away from me before my lips found their destination.

“I don’t kiss,” he growled, his eyes flashing.

“Not even me?”

“Especiallyyou.”

I bit my bottom lip. He was a lot harder to figure out than I thought he was going to be. I assumed he was just playing hard to get, so I reached out and pressed my hand to the front of his pants to find him not hard.

I went to my knees and stared up at him. He didn’t say a word to me, so I unbuttoned his pants and pulled his zipper down, my heartbeat thundering in my ears.

This was it. The moment I’d yearned for.

I pulled his length out and stroked him, hoping he’d get hard for me. I wasn’t disappointed. His cock sprung to life, so thick and long.

So beautiful. So perfect. So. . . mine.

I didn’t like to give head. I never even tried to do a good job when I did it. Swallowing was out of the question too, but with Church I wanted to do everything in my power to make him desperate to have me like I was desperate to have him.

I licked the head of his cock, tasting the bead of saltiness at the tip.

Still, he remained silent, his eyes trained on me. Deciding it was time to get what I yearned for, I parted my lips and slid his cock deep into my mouth and sucked.

He grunted slightly before tangling his fingers in my hair and helping to move me along his length.

He was gentle at first until he grew rougher, forcing my mouth deeper onto his dick, choking me. My nails dug into his thighs as I took all he had to give me, which was saying something because Dante Church was packing some serious heat.

He picked up his pace and fucked my mouth mercilessly.

I cried out against his cock as he reached out and slapped my face.

“Deeper. You’re doing terrible,” he snarled.

I breathed out, trembling. I was trying really hard to please him. I took him deeper, gagging on his dick as he hit the back of my throat.

He let out a wicked little laugh and forced his way deeper into my throat.

“You’re just a stupid little bitch, aren’t you?” he asked. “Can’t even suck cock right. No wonder Sin is so miserable. Useless. That’s what you are.”

Tears prickled my eyes at his words.

“You going to cry for me, Isabella? Huh? Real bad ass on the outside, but words hurt you, don’t they? You’re rotten and worthless. Can’t even suck cock good enough to get me off. Is your pussy as bad as your mouth?” He tugged his cock from my mouth and shoved me to the floor. I landed on my hands and knees with a soft whimper.

“Let’s see how sloppy this pussy is. Heard you’ve had a lot of cock in it.” He lined up behind me on his knees and shoved his dick through my folds without further fanfare.

I cried out as he breached me. I hadn’t heard him unwrap a condom and put it on, but I could feel that he was wearing one.

My heart sank. I’d wanted to feel his hot flesh inside my body. I’d wanted to carry his seed inside me and feel it dribble down my thighs as I walked back to my room. Using his come as lube as I lay in bed later and touched myself to my memory of him.

He sank deep into my heat with a soft grunt, his hands tight on my hips.

“Oh my god. Fuck,” I gasped.

He said nothing as he pulled out and shoved his way back into my pussy. Over and over again, his breathing growing heavier with each powerful thrust into my body.

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