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I step closer to her until the crown of my cock braces against the seam of her ass. When I place pressure on the puckered hole, Isabelle stiffens before her head cranks back to me. She doesn’t speak, but fear is clouding her usually bright eyes.
“One day, I’ll claimallof you, Isabelle.”
Her pupils widen to the size of saucers as she swallows harshly.
“But not tonight as I need to make sure your body is prepared for that.” I shift the tilt of her hips, so the ridge of my cock braces the entrance of her pussy. “Grip the table and hold on tight as this is going to be hard and fast.”
She may have begged for forgiveness on the dance floor, but that doesn’t mean I won’t fuck her into submission. Her rebelliousness requires some sort of punishment, and mercifully, she loves being punished by my cock just as much as I love punishing her with it.
Isabelle bites down on the handkerchief before securing a tight grasp on the table. Her grip is so rigid, her knuckles go white. I finish coating my cock in her juices before sinking into her in one fluid thrust. Our combined groans bounce off the white walls when her soaked pussy accepts me without protest.
Fuck, she feels good.
Tight.
Wet.
Mine.
I drive into her on repeat, fucking her until her body is slicked with perspiration, and her pussy is weeping with the musky goodness I love devouring. When my brutal pounds cause the table’s feet to jump across the wooden floorboards, Isabelle firms her grip, knowing I need to fuck—to come.Not because it’s the only way I can disperse the jealousy still blackening my veins, but because I can’t get enough of her. Her smell. Her moans. Her hot, slick channel that’s softer than a feather but as savage as a wild animal.
My thrusting becomes frenzied as I jackknife my hips on repeat. It brings her screams up to an ear-piercing level, soon overtaking the sound of skin slapping skin.
“Bring it down a notch, then I’ll permit you to remove your handkerchief.” I’m dying to hear her moan my name as she does during climax, but I can’t risk anyone else hearing her. Even though it’s my name, so I should be banging my chest like a macho-man, I refuse for anyone to hear the lyrical gold that flows through my ears when she comes.
When Isabelle does as requested, I tug out the handkerchief being held in place by her clenched teeth, then go harder, faster, and more violent. Beads of sweat roll off my cheeks landing in the small of her back. It adds to the glossy substance coating my shaft and balls, it’s just not as shimmery.
“Isaac…”
She’s so close, I can taste her arousal on the tip of my tongue. It has me slamming into her on repeat, giving her everything I have. Her pussy sucks around me, begging for my spawn as much as my balls are pleading to be freed from the tightness asphyxiating them. I can feel cum sitting at the crest of my cock, prepped to erupt, but I hold it back, never once chasing my own release until Isabelle is exhausted of hers.
“Oh God…”
I move one of my hands to the dark locks spilling down her back, twist it around my wrist until it’s close to cutting off my circulation, then tug back until the eyes I’d kill for lock with mine. The lust in them spurs on my campaign. I rock into her on repeat, my hand violently yanking at her hair with every thrust. I’m certain I’m hurting her, but I’m too blinded by the chase to care.
As the tautness in her face softens, her pussy tightens around my cock. “Eyes, Isabelle.”
The walls of her vagina clamp tightly around me while she fights the urge to shut her eyes during the terrifying climax that’s seconds from roaring through her body. She stills, then moans, the functions of her body no longer hers to control. Her torso becomes one with the table as she calls out my name. It’s loud enough for me to hear, but not loud enough to have me worried it was heard by the partygoers outside. Hugo, on the other hand—I’ll need to have a word with him.
When Isabelle returns from the depths of hysteria, I put weight back into my pumps. I build her excitement with precise strokes of my cock and calculated rolls of my hips, advising her that we’re not leaving here until her pussy milks my cock for sperm for the second time tonight.
I get precisely that not even ten minutes later.
CHAPTER26
ISABELLE
Adamp napkin scratches my skin when I remove the mascara smudged under my eyes, giving me a raccoon look. My hair is a tousled mess from Isaac’s firm grasp, and my cheeks are flushed. I look thoroughly fucked. Rightfully so, I should look this way. Even with thousands of people mere feet from us, Isaac’s stamina went above and beyond my greatest expectations. I didn’t think it was possible, but the sex gets better and better with every tryst we do.
As I drag my fingers through my hair, hoping to regain some control over the tangled mess clinging to my sweat-slicked neck, I try and comprehend what Isaac sees in me. After sex, I’m a sweaty, repulsive disaster, whereas he looks like he just stepped out of the pages of a magazine spread, primed and ready to go.
“I guess that will have to do,” I murmur to my reflection in the vanity mirror.
After a quick dab of lip gloss on my mouth, I exit the crowded bathroom. When I saunter past the long line waiting to use the facilities, I spot Hugo leaning against the wall. Heat spreads across my face when he winks at my disheveled appearance. Only after doing thedeeddoes my rational-thinking head click on. An average person would wait until they’re in private before participating in sexual activities. My urges can’t be helped, though. The instant Isaac is in my presence, all my levelheadedness sails out the window.
“Do you feel better?” Hugo’s question arrives with a fresh batch of laughter.
I whack him with my clutch purse. “Shut up,” I mutter while keeping my gaze fixed on anything but his chortling face. “Where’s Isaac?”
