Page 72 of Surfer's Paradise

He kissed her hard, grinning against her mouth, his hands already everywhere—spreading her open, pulling her closer, making her feel exactly how much he wanted her.

His cock was already thick and heavy against her slick heat, already aching, desperate to be buried inside her pussy.

And then—

He was.

With a sharp, brutal thrust, he was seated deep inside her pussy, punching a gasp from her throat, making her arch and tremble and squeeze his cock so goddamn tight.

“Fuck,” Isaac gritted out, his grip bruising on her hips as he started thrusting.

She was so fucking tight, so wet, so perfectly made for him. Her nails bit into his arms, her body writhing beneath him, her breath already catching, and he loved it. Loved that he was wrecking her. Loved that no one else had ever had her like this. Loved that no one else ever would.

But it wasn’t enough. He was fucking feral. Isaac pulled out sharply, ignoring her startled gasp as he gripped her hips, flipping her onto her stomach.

“On your knees, baby,” he muttered, voice all gravel and heat.

She shuddered but obeyed, pushing up onto all fours, her spine arching perfectly, her ass up in the air, tempting, taunting, waiting for him.

He stood beside the bed, dragging his cock over her slick pussy entrance, teasing her, making her whimper.

“You need it like this, don’t you?” he said, gripping her hips, controlling the exact moment he’d push back inside her.

“Isaac,” she gasped, already squirming, desperate.

He smirked, thrusting in with one hard stroke.

Her whole body jolted, a sharp cry spilling from her lips.

“That’s it,” he growled, snapping his hips forward, pushing deeper, harder, making her feel every inch of him.

She fisted the sheets, moaning loud, her head dropping forward as he pounded into her.

“Fuck, listen to you,” he muttered, watching the way she took his cock, the way her body clenched, the way her moans broke with every thrust.

“Harder,” she cried out.

“So fucking needy for me,” he answered, gripping a fistful of her hair, tugging her head back so she had no choice but to take the long, hard length of his cock. He quickened his pace, going rougher, harder.

“You like this, baby?” he said against her ear. “Like how I’m fucking you?”

She moaned, helpless and wrecked. “Mm, yeah.”

“You love it,” he muttered, dragging his palm over her ass, squeezing, spreading her pussy wider until he was buried to the hilt. “You love being a little slut for me, don’t you?”

“I am not.” She gasped, shaking her head, but fuck, her body told the truth.

He grinned, thrusting into her harder, rougher, making her cry out.

“Don’t lie to me,” he growled.

“I’m not.” She let out a soft, broken sound, her body clenching tight around him, giving herself away. “Not for you.”

Isaac groaned, his control slipping, his fingers biting into her hips as he fucked her deep and relentless.

“Wrong answer. You’re mine now, slut,” he muttered, voice rough, possessive.

“Isaac—“ She gasped, her fingers scrambling for purchase against the sheets.

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