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“Fuck, Isabelle,” I grunt when she works my cock into her mouth faster. “I’m going to come in your pretty little mouth,” I warn since my climax is dangerously close to spilling. “And you’re going to gobble up every drop I give you, aren’t you?”
Her moan almost sets me off. God, I love the way she sucks my cock, all eager and obsessive like she can’t get enough as if she’s anxious to taste my cum again.
“I’m going to give you what you want before taking what I need. I need you, Isabelle. On your knees sucking my dick. In my bed. Beneath me. Above me. I need you any way I can get you.”
My words spur on her pursuit to unhinge me. She draws me in with long, deep sucks, knowing the power she has over me. She’s the only one who can make me absentminded, to completely forget everything around me. No one has this type of power over me. No one can unbalance me as she does.
When her teeth graze my knob, I can’t hold back my urges any longer. With my head flopped and her name rumbling out of my throat, the first spurts of seed jet out of my cock.
“Fuck, Isabelle,” I hiss, my words as violent as the brutal fucking I’m giving Isabelle’s mouth.
Even with my cum coating the walls of her mouth, her pursuit to suck me dry doesn’t waver. She pumps me greedily while her tongue laps up every drop of my spawn, her eagerness to please me keeping me as hard as a rock. She doesn’t suck my dick because she feels forced, she does it because she loves it. The heaviness of me in her mouth. My taste and smell. She loves it all, but not as much as she loves watching me unravel.
Once every drop of cum has been expelled, Isabelle peers up at me over the bumps in my midsection. Her pupils are wide, her breaths jagged, and the wide span of her knees exposes the slightest sheen of wetness between her legs.
She looks thoroughly fuckable, and I haven’t even touched her yet.
The urge to fuck her claws at me. I want to take her hard and fast, to fuck her as I was designed to do, but she didn’t work me how she did for no reason. She wants to be devoured, to be cherished, and she wants me to do it.
As she peers up at me with full, glossed-over eyes, I murmur, “Now it’s my turn.”
CHAPTER12
ISABELLE
My torso jolts off the bed as a tingling sensation races through me. I’m covered with sweat, and my breaths are ragged, but it isn’t the nightmare waking me before the sun has even risen. It’s the deliriously skilled tongue of Isaac Holt toying with the swollen bud between my legs. From the slight thump of my head, I’d guess we’ve only been asleep for an hour or two. Aware we had mere hours left with each other before we’re once again forced apart, neither of us was eager to seek sleep, but our exhaustion must have overtaken us.
When Isaac’s lips circle my clit to suck it into his mouth, I weave my fingers through his thick locks, which are damp at the tips from the stifling heat bristling between us.
Excitement zaps my womb when his deep, rumbling voice vibrates on my clit. “Good morning, Isabelle.”
I’ve always loved the way my name rolls off his tongue, but having it said while he’s devouring my pussy gives it an entirely new meaning. He’ll never speak my name again without getting me all hot and bothered.
When he parts me with his fingers, I wriggle against the satin sheets. I know what’s coming next, and I can’t hold back my elation.
He slips two fingers inside of me, grinding them at the pace my hips are rocking as his mouth hardens my clit to an unimaginable stiffness. It doesn’t matter how many times he consumes me, the sensation never slackens. It’s as combustible as ever.
“Oh… God… don’t stop… Isaac.” Big, needy breaths space my plea. The sensation blasting through me is divine, and I’m immensely turned on to be awakened in such an erotic manner.
When his teeth graze my clit, I buck against his mouth like a bull. I need the friction—crave it. Tingles dance across my throbbing sex when he places the perfect amount of pressure to the sweet spot inside. I suck at his fingers greedily while grinding my pelvis against his mouth.
“Oh… ohh… ohhh.” My screams grow louder with each one that is released.
As the shake of my thighs turns rampant, Isaac peers at me over the meaty globes on my chest clapping in applause of his magnificent talents. “Eyes, Isabelle.” His demand proves how well he knows me. He seems to know when I’m about to climax even before my body does.
When I catch his heated dark gaze, stars combust before my eyes as his name is torn from my throat. My feet dig into the mattress, and my back arches as I ride the intensity of my umpteenth orgasm in the last twelve-plus hours. I pulsate around him, loving that he holds nothing back as he watches me unravel beneath him. He devours me as if starved of my taste like a man who didn’t just bring me to the brink mere hours ago.
Several toe-curling minutes later, I sink into the mattress. My lungs are void of air and every fine hair on my body bristles, but I feel fantastic. My climax was beyond comprehension, only growing stronger with each one I have—much like my feelings for the man who took me to the brink.
While gliding his god-crafted body up mine, Isaac places delicate kisses on the bruises mottling my skin. When he undressed me last night, fury unlike anything I had ever felt sparked out of him when he realized the bruise on my cheek was nothing compared to the ones dotted over my torso and stomach. The elbows and knees inflicted on me during my arrest are worn by my body, and for some stupid reason, I mistook Isaac’s devastation as disgust.
I hated the way he was looking at me—so much so, I immediately commenced getting dressed. I wanted him to see me as the Isabelle he saw at the cabin, not a hideous, scratched-up victim. I was stronger than that.Wewere stronger than that.
My jeans didn’t even make it halfway up my thighs when he kissed me with so much intensity, every doubt I was having vanished in an instant. He handled me with more care than he usually does, but he still took the control I happily handed to him. I love relinquishing my power to him in the bedroom because he rewards my trust in a way you could never imagine. He tilts the axis of my world like no one ever has.
“I want to be awoken like that every morning,” I mumble over his lips when he finally reaches my mouth.
“It’ll be my pleasure.” My breath snags when his eyes flick up to me. Their unique coloring has always been mesmerizing, but from this closeness, they’re utterly soul-stealing. “We just need to wade through the mud first, then I’ll give you anything and everything you want.”
