Page 59 of Embracing Hope

He sunk two fingers inside her, loving that her body rocked against his hand in silent urgency. He journeyed his gaze up her body, reveling in her expression of complete abandon. With the tip of his tongue, he strummed her swollen clit, rolling side to side, up and down. He took on a fast pace, then slowed, repeating the speed until he felt her spasm around his digits the fourth and even a fifth time.

“I need you now!” her demand echoed through the bedroom and into his fuzzy mind.

Her body quivered from release, and it made him harder, if possible.

His cock strained against the teeth of his fly, and if he didn’t rid himself of his jeans soon, he’d have an imprint.

He pushed off the bed and in record time, he removed his clothing. She watched him, her eyes widening and her pupils flared. His cock slammed against his stomach.

Isaac hovered on top of her, kissing her, plundering inside her mouth. She tasted like sweet strawberries ripe from the vine. That, mixed with her scent lingering on his lips, made him as high as a rocket heading to the moon.

Forcing his hips between her thighs, he spread her to accommodate his size. He reached down and slid his fingers over her seam and through the wet juices. His body throbbed and the head of his penis seeped with his need.

Withdrawing his fingers, he grabbed his cock in his fist and guided the throbbing tip to her, knowing he wouldn’t last nearly as long as he needed or wanted to. He pressed his mushroom head against her passage, easing himself slowly, allowing their bodies to come together as one. Her chest rose and fell, her breathing ragged, matching his own. Soft, wispy moans escaped her mouth. Her juices flooded his cock as he slipped himself entirely inside of her.

She arched her back, grinding her hips against him, wrapping her legs around his hips. He took on a slow, easy thrust, in and out. Circling his hips, finding what she liked and needed. She matched his thrusts, lifting her hips, rotating, then grinding. He sucked in a breath, forcing his body to slow the fuck down.

She kneaded his ass cheeks, pulling him close as she ground against him. Her breaths were faster. Her moans rooted through him.

Her pussy clenched around his cock, and this encouraged him to go faster. Harder. Pounding her, bodies slapping together. A crescendo built like a high rise of concrete and glass reaching through the clouds up in the sky, pleasure increasing. He wanted this to continue until he knew she was completely sated and spent.

“I’m coming.” Her moaned words stole the last thread of control, and he pushed deeper, feeling the invisible rubber band pulling tighter, tingles spreading through his balls to the tip of his cock. Then his release came, and together, they climbed that mountain.

Chapter Fifteen

“Sleeping with Isaac? Really, Hope?” Sam Rose settled himself on the corner of his desk. He looked agitated and tired.

Hope woke that morning to a note from Isaac on his pillow. It read,“I have a meeting with my brother and Sam this morning. Stay put today and I’ll be back as soon as I can. There are a couple of hands keeping watch on the house.”

“Daddy, Isaac and I are grown adults. It’s high time you started treating me like one.” She had nothing to be ashamed of.

“You’re right. You’re an adult, and I trusted you to act like one and put this ranch first,” Sam ground through pursed lips.

“I take offense to that. I did as you asked. He’s on board with this merger.” At least she hoped.

“Did you also help him decide to pull out of the merger?” His eyes were steely.

“Pull out? That’s not possible.” She felt like she’d been socked in the gut.

“Well, you were wrong. CJ pulled the plug and told Isaac to come home.” Creases formed at the corners of Sam’s eyes.

“Are you suggesting that I was involved in Marcum Livestock's withdrawal?”

Sam rubbed his forehead. “Isaac came clean, about everything. The two of you. You telling him about my illness. The marriage demands.”

She wouldn't have been more flabbergasted had she been punched in the stomach. “I trusted him,” she said as much for herself as for her daddy.

“I can’t say I blame them for changing their minds.” He reached into his drawer and took out the newspaper. “It appears we’ve made the paper again.”

“What are you talking about?”

He tossed the newspaper into her lap. “Read it.”

“Daddy, you know I don’t bore myself with local news. I don’t care that Mrs. Thomas won first place for her pecan pie or that Millie Roberts opened a tanning salon over on Church Street.” She rolled her eyes.

“You might be interested in the current news section.”

She opened to the second page, and there she read the headline, “Open Letter to The Public.”

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