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“How wet, baby?”
Her voice is as raspy as her sheets ruffling down the line when she murmurs, “Dripping.”
My cock leaps in my trousers. I ditch the decanter of whiskey onto the cherry oak bar, no longer needing its heat to warm my belly. Isabelle’s soft moans are already heating me up.
After sitting on the king-size bed, I commence undoing the pearl buttons on my business shirt until it exposes my white wife-beater underneath.
“Touch yourself, Isabelle.”
“What?” she asks breathlessly, sure she heard me wrong.
She didn’t.
“I want to hear you come while playing with that pretty pink pussy of yours.”
A moan parts her quick, panting breaths. “Will you do it with me?”
When my zipper lowering resonates down the phone, her gasps quicken. “I’m right there with you, baby.”
I release my cock from its tight restraints, stroking it in a rhythm that matches Isabelle’s breaths barreling down the line.
“Oh God, are you touching your…” Her words trail off as the most erotic fucking moans I’ve ever heard ramp up.
“Put two fingers in your pussy before circling your clit with your opposite thumb.”
Her breaths lower before she moans. “Ohhh...”
“Does it feel good, baby?”
“Uh… huh.” Her reply is barely a whisper, but it doesn’t weaken their wickedness in the slightest. “I’m imagining my thumb is your tongue, tasting, licking, and biting my clit.”
My pumps quicken as the desire to come overwhelms me. “When I see you next, I’ll do precisely that. I’m going to spend hours tasting you before I bury my cock so deep inside you, you’ll feel me for a week.”
My cock throbs when a low, quivering moan vibrates down the line. I’d give anything for my outdated cell to have video capabilities. Watching Isabelle’s face when she comes is an enthralling experience. The way her pupils dilate and her lips part before my name tears from her throat in a grunted scream is a riveting sight. I’ll never grow tired of seeing that image. Just the thought of her beautiful face in ecstasy has my strokes turning brutal. I guide my hand up and down my shaft, using the precum beading at the crest as lubricant with every stroke I do.
“I’m close,” Isabelle warns a short time later. “I’m going to come.” Her shuddering voice exposes how imminent her climax is.
I fist my cock faster, working it as desperately as I wish Isabelle could. “Your fingers are my cock, grinding in and out of you, fucking you hard and fast like you love it.” I match her moans for both intensity and loudness. With my imagination extremely vivid, I could imagine her pussy sucking at my cock, begging for its spawn. “My hand is your sweet, tight pussy, greedily milking my cock, begging to be filled with my hot cum.”
“Oh… God,” she murmurs. “Ohh… ohhh… ohhh.”
“Let me hear you, baby. I want to hear you come.”
My balls constrict when the most seductive purr I’ve ever heard booms down the line along with my name. Isabelle’s sweet cries of ecstasy spur on my own violent release. I grunt as cum jets out of my swollen crown, coating my hand and my trousers with its brutal force.
CHAPTER21
ISAAC
The next morning, I’m tying my gray tie around my neck when a knock sounds on the door of my hotel room. Once I’ve secured the knot, I stride toward the door. My mood has dramatically improved after my phone call with Isabelle last night. My muscles are no longer bunched, and the headache that’s been plaguing me the past two weeks has dissipated.
After cleaning myself in the bathroom, I stayed on the line with Isabelle until exhaustion overtook her. Her soft snores were the last thing I heard before the battery on my cell ran out of charge. A quick phone call from Hugo this morning advised what I had already suspected—Isabelle didn’t have a nightmare last night. Obviously, Avery’s plan to fill Isabelle’s mind with visually stimulating images to reduce the chance of her having a nightmare worked. I very much look forward to testing out her theory again tonight.
When I swing open the door, Parker, a security employee I keep on the West Coast, greets me with a nod. “Boss.”
I return his greeting with a lift of my chin before gesturing for him to enter my room. Parker has been with my empire the past six years. He doesn’t have a job title. He was my all-rounder until Hugo arrived in the picture. He gives the impression of a solitary man who rarely speaks unless it’s a requirement. He prefers scrutinizing those around him than holding a conversation. His inky black hair hangs well past his ears, and his maturity isn’t seen on his face. He’s seven years older than me, but you wouldn’t know that by looking at him. He has no trouble attracting the ladies if they’re enticed by a guy who looks like a trained killer.
“Did the transfer of money go through as scheduled?” When my question is met with silence, I raise my eyes from my cufflink. Parker’s eyes are darting around my room. They’re brimming with suspicion. “Hunter scanned the room last night. No one has been here since then, and I’ve never left.”
