Page 85 of Deception

I strike one cheek, then the other, hard, then harder.

Each spanking tightens her around my thumb, making my heart pound in my ears, my blood boiling.

A tremble overtakes Isabella, having nothing to do with an orgasm.

It’s pure anticipation.

The sweetest anxiety as I make her wait.

Like before, I press my head to her star, allowing her to get used to the feel, and to mentally prepare herself for my massive width and length.

The tip slips inside.

“I want you to think of this room, this moment every time you think of me for the rest of your life, Isabella.” It’s edging on a farewell, hinting at the fact that we may part ways in only a day or two. This is our last night together at the lodge.

The ache in my chest, sorrow and longing for her, adds to my torture.

But I won’t let it ruin this for us.

Firm pressure guides me inside, luxuriating at the smooth, unique sensation as she takes another inch of my shaft into her.

“Breathe in deep…” I command her, fully immersing my cock between her cheeks, my pelvis resting against the base of the enticing line of her back.

When I finally slide back out, she comes alive, bucking her hips slightly to my rhythm. Usually this type of play requires a gentle touch, but I’ve warmed her up to it slowly the last few days.

Her blazing glare thrown back over her shoulder at me tells me that she can handle whatever I dish out to her.

So I test the waters, drizzling more lubricant along my length as it barrels into her again.

Little tremors ripple through her legs with each thrust, her cheeks slapping against my legs with a satisfying slap.

There’s no way I can last long this way, not with something so new and enthralling.

But I want her to join me when I unravel.

The toy I cast aside a moment before slips into her entrance so easily, curling into place and settling against her clit. I crank it up to a pulsing buzz, sending her body into shuddering, melting, bliss.

Every gasp and heave lets out a whine, asong, the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.

My orgasm blossoms deep in my hips, at the base of my spine, avalanching through my balls and toward total surrender. “Isabella, I’ll only ask once…”

But I can't finish the sentence, I don’t need to.

Isabella’s sopping wet core practically glows as I increase the vibration, forcing her toward the edge.

Isabella’s eyes flare, her head bobbing in a vigorous nod, her steady wail humming out around the ball in her mouth. Every fiber of my body begins to shake, every muscle in her body quaking.

The sensation races down my legs, sending me into a frenzy, gripping her ass with both hands and giving into my only need, to lose myself in her for good.

“You’re fucking perfect, you’re a goddess, my love, my everything!” I scream at the top of my lungs, opening myself to her, bearing my soul as she bears the brunt of my violent orgasm, joining me in a high, keening scream that rattles the fucking walls.

I pulse, volcanic, molten.

And she milks every drop from me, flexing and seizing around my dick, buried to the hilt inside her. I stagger, falling across her back, clutching her close, gasping for air.

I've never experienced anything like Isa’s body, and more, our connection, heart and soul. It’s as close to heaven as I can imagine.

Even if I deserve hell for everything I've done in my life.

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