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He lengthens his strokes until the tip of his cock is swollen and covered with a sticky goodness that has my mouth salivating. After gliding his thumb over the crest gathering the large bead of pre-cum gathered there, he rubs it on my top lip.
“My lips.”
I moan when his thumb dips inside my mouth. My tongue glides over his thumb, lapping up any liquid remaining before I suck down hard. My core tightens when a deep growl escapes Isaac’s mouth, turned on by my frisky tease.
I increase the power of my sucks, teasing him as he earlier taunted me.
“Always greedy.”
“Yes, but only foryou. I love tastingyou,” I babble through his thumb thrusting into my mouth as eagerly as his cock usually fucks me.
Pleasure clusters in my core when he changes his position, so his gorgeous cock is displayed in front of me. “Tilt your head to the side,” he instructs. “I’m going to fuck your greedy mouth before I fuck your even more ravenous pussy.”
I press my ear against the black leather seat, then open my mouth. My lips burn to accommodate the girth of his cock when he plunges it inside. Since my hands are bound above my head, he guides the pace of his pumps. While his hand strokes the section of his cock that can’t fit in my mouth, I suck, nip, and lick the rest. He tastes so good—sweet, salty, and one hundred percent Isaac.
A whimper vibrates his cock when his spare hand returns to teasing my clit. He rubs it and strokes it until my thighs quake.
“I want you to come with me,” he commands a short time later, his voice showing he's close to achieving release.
“Me and you, together, always.”
His hips buck when my tongue flicks the sensitive slit in his cock, lapping up every drop of his arousal. Sweat mists my forehead when he rocks his hips, fucking my mouth in a rhythm that matches his fingers plunging in my pussy. I suck harder, drawing him in deeper as excitement builds low in my womb.
“That’s it, baby, suck me dry.”
His cock muffles my screams when he circles his thumb over my clit. It’s the final push I need to reach climax. As my sex clenches around his fingers, spurts of cum missile out of his cock. Tasting him while riding the craziness of an orgasm adds to its intensity, skyrocketing it to a level I’ve never experienced before. My mind is overloaded, dangerously spiraling out of control in a lust-filled frenzy.
After his cum slides down to my gut, I lick my lips, gathering any spilled drops the withdrawal of his cock causes. Smirking, he rubs a bead of cum into my lips before jerking up his chin. “Now it’s time to fuck your greedy pussy. To remind you who it belongs to.”
A girly squeal seeps from my lips when he flips me over, so one of my knees is on the leather seat while the other rests on the floor. My face, which is mashed to the leather seat, loves the coolness of the material on my flushed skin. He thrusts my ass high into the air, leaving me open and exposed, and incredibly turned on before he undoes his tie from the door.
“Hands behind your back.”
Anticipation scuttles through me when he teethers my hands behind my back. The climax I’m slowly climbing down from rebuilds when he braces the crown of his cock against the opening of my slit.
“Same rules, Isabelle. If you need me to stop, ask me, and I’ll stop.”
When I nod, indicating that I understand, an animalistic growl zooms out of my parched mouth. He hilted me with one quick thrust, filling me to the very brim. After gathering my wrists with one hand, he tilts back, ramming another inch of his cock inside me. I moan an inaudible groan, loving being the fullest I’ve ever been.
He uses my tied wrists as a tether to yank me back as he thrusts his hips forward, making the slams of his cock even more intense. The cabin of the limousine turns roasting as skin slapping skin is the only noise heard for the next several minutes.
When I crank my neck back, my breath hitches. His sweat-drenched muscles are tensing with every pump he does. It’s a glorious visual that has my knees fighting not to meet. When he catches my admiring glance, his pumps become harder, more carnal, almost uncontrolled. He screws me with everything he has, fucking me like an out-of-control beast, ensuring I’ll never forget being claimed by him.
An explosion of fireworks erupts through my body from the primal visual. My climax is long, mind-blowing, and so loud, I’m certain the commuters traveling amongst us heard my cries of pleasure.
“Mine, Isabelle. You're mine,” Isaac grunts before the hotness of his spawn coats the walls of my clenching pussy.
Chapter 21
Isaac
“Hey, Isaac, it’s Ryan. I wanted to advise you that Theresa Veneto was released on bail this afternoon to await trial in a few months.” He breathes harshly down the line before coughing to clear his throat. “Yeah… umm… anyway, have a good Christmas.”
My brows scrunch, apprehensive about the uneasiness in his voice. Ryan usually exudes cockiness. It’s a natural characteristic ingrained in every detective or police officer I know. I imagine their industry is no different than the one my empire is immersed in. You need to have very thick skin to survive this ruthless world.
I lower my cell from my ear and dial one to return his call. The phone rings several times before he finally answers, “Ryan Carter.”
“Did I wake you?” My tone eludes to the fact that I’m not bothered if I did.
