Page 158 of Square Deal

“Arms up,” he said, gingerly lifting my arms to wrap backward around his neck. “I want to see all of you, Hannah Jane.”

His gaze was intimate and intimidating as he assessed my body. Cool air from the vent above made my nipples pebble. He reached around and grazed one with his thumbnail. I quivered at the touch.

“So responsive,” he growled approvingly. Without warning, he wedged his foot between my legs and kicked my ankles apart. I whimpered when he slid one finger into my pussy, dipping it in and out, coating it in my wetness.

My eyes fluttered closed as I clenched around his finger. My body was desperate for more. My head jerked back as he grabbed my hair and forced me to stare at the erotic scene unfolding in the mirror. Isaac let go of my hair and slid his hand down my collarbone. Instead of going for my breast, he laid his hand over my racing heart.

“I’ll keep you wild,” he promised before sinking another finger deep inside and massaging my clit back and forth at a grueling pace. I moaned and my knees buckled, but he held me up. “And I’ll keep you safe.”

Heat and pressure boiled low in my belly, rushing in faster than a jet plane. “Isaac?—”

“Come.”

One syllable and I shattered in his arms as he commanded each wave of my pleasure. “Oh my God?—”

“Hands on the mirror. Hold on tight,” he clipped. I took a step forward, but Isaac grabbed my hips and kept me rooted in place. His mouth grazed the shell of my ear. “Lean forward, Princess. Ass out. Arch your back.”

I did as he said and prayed the wood stand that held the mirrorwas sturdy. I heard the zipper on his trousers lower. The tear of foil. The slick roll of a condom over his cock. Isaac positioned himself at my entrance before surging forward in one swift thrust. I keened as my body struggled to adjust. He snapped his hips against my ass and pushed all the way in.

I let out a shaky breath and gave him a nod. His hands shackled my waist, guiding our bodies in synchronization.

He felt right. Thrilling, wild, and a little scary. But I knew I was safe. I always had been.

Isaac pulled his cock out and plunged his fingers in, stroking my walls. I jerked against him as he stroked my G-spot. With a quick movement, he sank his cock into my pussy and held himself deep inside.

“Do you trust me?” he asked in a thick rasp. In the mirror, I could see the deep lines between his eyebrows. The way his chest heaved. I wanted his stupid suit off, but I wanted to come again even more.

I nodded.

“Tell me when you’re close,” he said as he slid his thumb into the crevice between my cheeks. “Hold on tight.”

I whimpered as he thrust again. My fingers turned white against the mirror frame. It felt like I had touched a live wire. Hot currents of electricity zipped through my fingertips, through my arms, and down my legs. The walls of my pussy fluttered around his cock. “Isaac—I’m?—”

“I feel you, Princess. Don’t let go.”

“Isaac—”

His hand left my waist and wrapped around my throat. His thumb surged forward, breaching the pucker of muscle between my cheeks. A snap of pain melted into pleasure, and I arched into him—groaning, gasping. My body lit up like a Christmas tree. I mewled and squeezed my eyes shut as I felt the orgasm rushing in.

“Watch,” he demanded with a shout, ramming his hips into myass as he drove his dick into my cunt. He tightened his grip on my throat, but it didn’t scare me. It only added to the thrill. He pushed his thumb in further, and my body seized around it. With one finger, he tipped my chin up high. I opened my eyes.

My hair was wrecked. Makeup smeared. Mouth open, panting for breath. I screamed as my release wracked my body. Isaac’s cock throbbed inside as he spilled into the condom.

Isaac released his grip on my throat and helped me stand up. My lower back ached from a long day of being on my feet. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked as he withdrew and tied off the condom before dropping it in the bedside trash can.

I shook my head. “No,” I said with ragged breath. “That was perfect.”

He scooped me up and tossed me on the bed. I landed with a bounce and scrambled up to get under the covers. Isaac stepped into the bathroom to get cleaned up. As soon as he closed the door, the doorbell rang.

Begrudgingly, I peeled myself out of bed and threw on a robe.

“Isaac?” I called up the stairs as I stared at a mountain of boxes on my front porch. His footsteps thundered down the hardwood. “What’s all this?” I asked.

He smirked and snatched the delivery notice out of my hand. “Me being presumptuous.”

I raised my eyebrows. “I can see that.” A laugh escaped my mouth. “Please tell me that’s not all clothes.”

He wrapped his arms around me from behind and chuckled. “It’s all clothes.” He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “But you’re not the only one who’s high maintenance.”

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