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“I have to prepare your body, or I’ll hurt you.”
We haven’t had sexual contact in weeks, so if she isn’t fully prepared, I could tear her.
“I don’t care. Please, oh god, I’m begging you. Please fuck me.” Her massively dilated eyes stare at me, silently begging along with her pleas. “I can’t wait. Iwantyou. Ineedyou.”
Her pussy grows wetter when I lift her legs to position her ankles on each side of my head. When I rub my swollen knob over the seam of her pussy, coating it with her juices, hoping it will help lessen any resistance, Isabelle purrs like a kitten.
When I impale her in one quick motion, her back bends off the desk. I still, giving her body time to adjust to the girth of my cock as the sexiest fucking moan I’ve ever heard rumbles up her throat.
“You feel so fucking good, baby. So tight, so wet.Mine.”
She doesn’t respond to my statement unless you count a moan as a reply?
A few moments later, she swivels her hips, telling me she's ready for me to move. I withdraw my cock to the tip before slamming it back in. I do the same thing another three times, my balls constricting when her pussy massages my cock with every stroke.
Feeling no friction, I increase my tempo, keen to witness the glorious visual of her face in ecstasy. This position allows me to cram every inch of my cock into her while also giving me an unimpeded view of her body. I pound into her on repeat, my thrusts relentless. While claiming every inch of her, I heat up everywhere. The heat in the room is stifling, but it has nothing on the tension teeming between us.
“Oh, god. I love your cock. I love youfuckingme.”
Growling, I increase my pace, ensuring I roll my hips with every pump. I’m eager to hear my name torn from her throat while her pussy milks my cock, but I also want this to last forever. I’ve never felt more at peace than when some part of my body is inside Isabelle.
Over time, the heat in my office turns so stifling, sweat beads at my temples before rolling down my face and dropping onto Isabelle’s glistening mound. Her breasts jiggle with each thrust as her race to climax gains momentum. I can feel when she's close because her pussy gets real tight just before she freefalls.
A low, shallow moan vibrates from her chest when I grind my thumb over the swollen bud of her clit. “Oh, god.” Her eyes snap shut as her hips thrust higher, seeking firmer contact.
As my hips jackknife on repeat, I increase the pressure on her clit, flicking it how my tongue does when she rides my face. When she tightens around me, I growl. “Eyes, Isabelle.”
Her beautiful lusty eyes flicker open to stare into mine. They’re brimming with admiration that she expresses with three short words. “I love you.”
Her declaration of love causes hot, sticky semen to burst from my cock, flooding her already overfilled pussy. My release spurs on her pursuit. My name tears from her parted lips as her pussy tightens around me, greedily milking me for every drop of spawn. Her body quivers and shudders as she rides the intensity of her orgasm, all the while keeping her gaze planted on me. I continue pumping into her, ensuring she knows this is only the beginning of our night. I’ve got weeks of missed opportunities to make up for.
Once her shudders lessen, I slip my cock out of her still-clenching pussy, eager to move our exchange to its next location. “Shower next, right?”
After kicking off my shoes, I toss them and my trousers to the side of my desk. A carnal groan rumbles in my throat when I stare down at Isabelle’s bare mound glistening with the evidence of our arousals. I scoop my sperm onto my index finger before pushing it back between the swollen lips of her pussy. Air rushes out of Isabelle’s lips as her thighs relax, opening herself fully to me. She loves being claimed with my scent just as much as I love claiming her with it.
Once all my sperm is back inside her body—where it belongs—I lift her from my desk and stride into the bathroom. The thickness of my cock increases with every step I take, eager to once again be inside her. It won’t matter if I’ve been inside her five times or a hundred times tonight, I’ll never get enough of her.
CHAPTER18
ISABELLE
“Isabelle,” whispers a deep, throaty voice to my side. “It’s time to go, baby.”
I shoo away the person waking me from my sleeping state, needing a few more hours of sleep, not to mention to recover. My heart warms when a deep chuckle echoes through my ears. It belongs to the man responsible for my near comatose state. It’s so rare, it has my eyes slowly cracking open. Exhaustion is forgotten when I spot the strikingly handsome face of Isaac staring down at me.
“What time is it?”
His eyes drop to his watch. “A little after three.”
I wearily rise from the double sofa I'm sprawled across. “And how long did youfuck me?”
A smile curls my lips when I discover his suit jacket draped over my body, cocooning me with his possessiveness instead of his body since we both can’t fit on his couch. I groan while stretching my overworked muscles. It isn’t a groan of disappointment, but one of appreciation, thankful that Isaacfinallyclaimed me as his again.
Standing, Isaac snags his keys out of the drawer in his desk. “You’ve been asleep for a little over an hour.”
My eyes bulge. “No wonder why I’m so tired, we fucked for over four hours straight.”
“I had lost time to make up for,” he croons with a bold wink. After sliding his keys into his pants pocket, he drops his eyes to mine. “Do you want me to carry you?”
