Page 57 of Brutal Promise

“I’m sending her pictures,” she warns me.

I nod. She’s vivacious and so full of life. I’d feel bad about dragging her into my world and would avoid it at any cost had I not been totally consumed with her at the club.

I grab a burger, and we talk as we eat. She’s still high on the stars she thought she observed. I have no idea. I’m from Europe, and I usually don’t watch pop culture shows. I have no idea who’s a rapper or actress. Crazy Americans with their reality TV shows. Today, they are dubbed into foreign languages and on international airwaves in days, not months.

We finish eating the fries, and I discover we both like them without ketchup. Izzy tidies our food containers into the large bag. It’s nice that she’s conscientious of the men who pick up after us.

We make our way into the condo without incident. Izzy asks for my help getting undressed. My cock hardens at the thought of seeing her naked. You’d think she’d be out of my system by now, but that’s not the case. There is no way I can forget about my little bird. I’m drawn to her like the moon pulls the ocean tides. I can’t explain it, but Izzy is mine. I am a possessed man. She’s my addiction. All I can think about is sinking my cock into her again.

I unzip her dress, and my cock swells at the sound of the zipper. I drop a kiss on one shoulder and let the dress drop to the floor. It’s a one-of-a-kind Versace and cost thousands of dollars, but I have more important things on my mind than hanging it up.

Her phone pings.

“Everything okay?” I ask.

“Oh, yeah, Alena wanted to make sure we got home. She’s so jealous we went. She saw us in the event videos and texted some to me.”

“We’re fighting world hunger. What’s not to like?”

“So, now that we’re out and the engagement has gone viral, am I safe?” Izzy asks, tossing her phone on the bed. She turns, and it takes all my willpower not to drool at the sight of her firm breasts filling her bra to capacity.

I chuckle. My princess thinks social media will fix her problems.

“I’m the solution for your problems, Izzy,” I growl. “No one will touch what is mine, and you have been claimed as mine.”

Goosebumps suddenly sprout on her arms as I hold her hand and gaze into her eyes. She focuses her attention on my chest. She begins to unfasten the buttons of my white shirt. My cock yearns to be free. She wants me as much as I want her. I don’t know what is more thrilling, the thought that she’s making the moves or the fact that I know her pussy is wet for me.

I slip a hand behind her head and pull pins out of her updo, allowing her long tresses to tumble around her shoulders. My cock twitches.

I rip off my tux, tossing it on the floor next to her dress. Izzy reaches for my cock, grabs my swollen shaft, and glides her hand over the head and back again. I moan. I’m so hard I could pound nails into concrete.Fuck me. I have to have her. I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill of her.

I grab her wrists and twist an arm behind her back, then manhandle her to the bed so that she’s bent over with her face on the mattress. I love her like this, under my control, wearing only panties and heels. My balls tighten at the view of her perky ass in the air. I want to bite it.

Her breathing is choppy, like a sea of lust. Happy with her compliance, I release her wrist to unsnap her bra. I greedily grab her breasts from behind and massage them in my large palms. They are exquisite, warm, and silky to the touch. Her nipples harden beneath my fingers.

“What do you want, Izzy?”

“You, only you,” she murmurs into the duvet cover.

My heart skips a beat and drives my desire to an all-time high. I’m not a man without a past. I’ve done enough drugs to know she’s the only one who can make me this high.

I roll her nipples between my fingers, making them hard as I grab her firm ass cheeks and line my cock up to her entrance. She arches her back, yearning for my cock to fill her.

I plant a hand on the middle of her back. My breathing is labored as I use my other hand to glide my thick cock inside her wetness.

“You’re wet for me, good girl.”

“Fuck me, Dmitry.”

I rub the head of my cock, covered in precum, inside her swollen lips.

Without warning, I thrust my cock into her inviting opening, causing her to scream with pleasure. I’m large. Even with her wetness, I’m sure it’s a mixture of pleasure and pain when she screams again, and it’s loud enough to alert our guard stationed outside.

I grab her breasts with both hands and massage her nipples into hard peaks. She makes guttural sounds under me, and I sink my cock into her again. My balls are hard and smack into her glorious ass.

Fueled by her body’s response, I pump her like a man driven by the devil. She moans into the mattress, her hands clutching the covers as I pound harder with each thrust. She writhes under me. I feel her clit tighten on my cock, sending chills over my body.

I’m on the verge of coming, but hold off. With one hand on her shoulder and another on her hip, I continue with my powerful thrusts until I feel her clit quicken. She screams and squirts her love juice, covering my head. Her muscles tighten around me like a boa constrictor. Her body quivers with another round of orgasms. I thrust one last time, holding her in place. With one long, loud groan, I shoot my load past her swollen lips and hope my seed impregnates her.

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