Page 62 of Surfer's Paradise

Eyes dark, lips swollen, completely undone because of him.

She wasn’t some pity project.

She was his equal, his match, his undoing.

And she was about to fucking break.

“Come for me, Rosie,” he whispered, nipping at her jaw, voice thick with promise. “Come on my cock, baby.”

Her whole body tensed.

And then—

She shattered.

And Isaac was so fucking close, his entire body shaking, muscles locked tight, barely holding onto the last thread of restraint.

Rosie was wrecked beneath him, her body still shuddering, thighs squeezing tight around his waist, her chest rising and falling in desperate, gasping breaths.

But he wasn’t done.

“Not fucking finished with you,” he growled, gripping her thighs and flipping her onto her back before she could even catch her breath.

She let out a sharp gasp, her blue eyes wide, glassy, lost.

“Isaac—”

“Shut up,” he muttered, grabbing her legs and pulling them high around his waist, spreading her open beneath him.

He slammed into her, deep, rough, unrelenting.

Rosie cried out, head snapping back, eyes rolling.

“Yeah,” he groaned, watching her unravel, watching her come apart again, helpless against the way he fucked her. “You love this, don’t you?”

She nodded frantically, no words, no air.

“That’s right,” he muttered, gripping her throat lightly, forcing her to look at him. “Gonna admit it, Rosie? Gonna tell me how long you’ve been dreaming about me fucking you like this?”

She let out a broken moan, her hands grabbing desperately at his arms, his shoulders, anywhere she could hold on.

“Tell me,” he demanded, punctuating the words with a brutal thrust.

She whimpered, body jerking, breath shaking.

“Isaac,” she gasped, eyes so wide, so exposed, like this was too much, like she couldn’t keep it in anymore.

His rhythm stuttered.

There was something there, something deeper, something real.

“Say it,” he gritted out, voice low, dangerous, raw.

Rosie bit her lip, her whole body trembling.

“You wanna know?” she whispered, voice wrecked, challenging.

Isaac’s jaw clenched, his hips snapping forward so deep she gasped again.

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