Page 93 of Isaia

Her cheeks flush. “I thought Iwastrouble.”

“You’re worse,” I say. “You’re a fucking disaster for me, baby girl.”

Her breath hitches, and before she can throw some smart-ass comment my way, I lean in and kiss her—slowly at first, teasing, coaxing her until she softens and opens for me.

I savor the way she tastes, the subtle, addictive sweetness of her lips paired with the faintest hum of her breath against mine. Her tongue is soft, warm, and maddeningly perfect, moving against mine with a slick, velvety glide that echoes in my balls—my cock already hard for her.

There’s a hesitance at first, a tentative exploration that makes me want to devour her, but when she grows bolder, pressing and teasing with a rhythm that matches mine, it’s like a spark igniting something deeper. Every movement is wet, electric, and utterly addictive, leaving me wanting more of her—more ofeverything she’s willing to give. I could spend forever like this, kissing her until neither of us can breathe.

Her hands slide into my hair, her nails dragging against my scalp, and I groan into her mouth, my control slipping already.

I slide my hands up her thighs, under her dress, and grip her ass, pulling her harder against my cock, and her moan is like gasoline on a fire. I bite her bottom lip, dragging it between my teeth before I pull back enough to look at her. Her eyes are half-lidded, her breathing uneven. Fuck me, she’s beautiful.

I trail one hand over her hip, along the lacy seam of her panties, letting my finger linger in the crease of her thigh. “You too sore for me, baby girl?”

She shakes her head, cheeks flushed, and I force her to look at me.

“Words, Everly.”

“I want to…I want you,” she whispers, and it’s like a stroke along my shaft.

Those words almost undo me, and my cock throbs, already straining against my pants, but I force myself to stay still. She’s new to this. I’ll ruin her if I let go completely, and that’s not happening. Not yet.

“You take the lead,” I say, reveling in the way her lips part as I stroke her through her damp underwear. “You go as slow as you want.”

I pull the edge of her panties aside, my fingers brushing over her bare pussy, already soaked.

A groan tears from my throat, and I press my thumb to her clit, circling slowly, loving how her body jerks, her hands gripping my shoulders as she gasps, and I swear to God I can come just by watching her like this.

“You’re so wet for me,” I murmur against her neck, my thumb moving faster now. “You like this, don’t you? Knowing I’m holding back, waiting for you.”

She moans, her hips moving against my hand, her breath catching when I slide a finger inside her, then another, stretching her gently.

“You feel so fucking good,” I whisper. “But it’s not enough, is it?”

She shakes her head, her nails biting into my shoulders. “No.”

“Then take me,” I say as I pull my fingers out and guide her hand to my cock. “Take what you need from me, baby girl. Don’t be shy with me.”

The way she bites her lip makes me want to sink my teeth into it. There’s so much uncertainty in her eyes, but I can see the hunger breaking through, the lust shimmering deep. And I make a promise to myself that soon—real fucking soon—I’ll have her so confident in the way she fucks, she won’t hesitate for a second when she craves my cock.

Eyes on me, she loosens my pants, and the stroke of her hand against me has every muscle in my groin pulled fucking taut, and I curse under my breath as she pulls me out, wrapping her palm around me so nice and tight.

She hesitates, her breathing shallow, and I grip her hips, shifting her above me, and she steadies herself with her arms on my shoulders.

“I need to keep the bike steady. If you want me inside you, you’re going to have to climb on my dick, troublemaker.”

Her hair falls like a curtain along the sides of her face as she looks down at me, and I reach between us, one hand on my cock, the other pulling her panties to the side.

Our eyes are locked as she slowly moves down, and I moan when my dick crowns her wet entrance. It’s taking a fuck-ton of control not to sheath myself in her heat.

“Jesus, I’m not even in yet, and I can come right fucking now.”

The whimper she lets out coils tightly around my balls as she lowers herself, slowly, so torturously fucking slowly it takes everything I have not to grab her hips and slam her down.

She’s shaking, and I can’t keep my eyes off her as her lips part, desire taking over. The heat of her is unbearable, gripping me like a velvet vise, slick and impossibly tight as she sinks inch by inch.

Every subtle shift of her hips sends a surge of tension through me, her walls clenching, molding around me. She’s soft, wet, and so perfectly snug it borders on pain, the kind that has my jaw clenching and my hands itching to take control.

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