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Isaac’s lips curl into a heart-fluttering smile as he withdraws his cock all the way to the tip. Pleasure rockets to my womb when he slams back into me in one ardent thrust. I moan, adoring being filled by him once more.
When Isaac stills his movements again, I barely hold back a sob. The veins in his neck are bulging profusely, showcasing his arousal, but there’s a gleam in his eyes that reveals he can maintain this pace for hours if required.
“I’m not going to beg,” I snarl through gritted teeth.
“Yeah, you are.” Isaac’s tone is as cocky as his facial expression.
Rolling my eyes, I shake my head. Isaac executes an expert roll of his hips, faltering my firm stance. Pleas for forgiveness come spitting out of my mouth so hard and fast, my lips can’t keep up with the words they’re trying to form.
“Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
My shameful begs turn into a shallow moan when Isaac increases the tempo of his thrusts. His speed is perfect, and it has me racing toward release at a record-setting pace.
I dig my nails into his back as an orgasm waves in my stomach before cresting in my aching core. My body heats up as his magnificent thrusts dominate my pussy. This is brilliant, the best sex I’ve ever had.
He drives me to the brink, screwing my body as well as he fucked my mind the past hour. He claims every inch of me, making me feel thoroughly whole. I’m moaning on repeat, incapable of intellectual thoughts, much less words.
“This is mine,” Isaac grunts between big pants.
His possessive eyes scan my naked body, activating every one of my hot buttons. “All of this is mine. Say it, Isabelle. Say it, and I’ll let you come.”
“It’s yours, all of it is yours. I’m yours,” I purr without hesitation, not only encouraged by my rampant horniness but because I’ve wanted to be his since I crashed into him at the airport.
Isaac thrusts into me deeper, rolling his hips at the exact spot that drives me crazy. Shudders wreak havoc with my frame as my climax wavers on the edge. My body is heightened and primed for release, knowing it’s moments away from pure bliss. I’m purring like a pussycat, loving the sensation bristling the fine hairs on my body.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” My veins thicken when a fiery warmth spreads across my skin, coating it with a thin layer of sweat.
“Eyes on me, Isabelle.” Isaac’s voice reveals I’m not the only one caught off guard by the brilliance of our exchange.
My eyes pop open when his thumb circles my pulsating clit. His name roars from my throat in a grunted moan when I freefall over the edge. My nails bend harshly into his back as an orgasm scorches my body like an out-of-control wildfire.
My violent orgasm inspires Isaac’s release. He fills me to the hilt seconds before spurts of hot cum explode from his throbbing cock.
My pussy clenches around him, milking his veined manhood. Once every drop of his spawn has been released, his hooded eyes collide with mine.
“You are mine,” he says before sealing his mouth over mine.
He kisses me so passionately, and my sex clenches around his still convulsing cock. “Every inch of you is mine, Isabelle.”
CHAPTER32
Groaning a long and tedious grunt, my eyes flutter open. My muscles are weary, and my temples are throbbing from the lack of sleep I’ve gotten the past two days. Scanning the room, I realize it’s just as bland and uninviting as it was months ago. The walls are void of any paintings or pictures, and no knick-knacks adorn the bedside tables. When I roll over and snatch my satchel from the bedside table, my face winces. It isn’t a bad pain, but more of a reminder of what Isaac and I did numerous times earlier this evening.
What Isaac said the last time I was in his room is undoubtedly accurate. You don’t have any doubts when you’ve been bedded by Isaac Holt. If every muscle in your body aching in pain isn’t an adequate sign, the surge of adrenaline running through your veins hours after the event is a sure-fire indication.
My nose screws up when I fire up my phone and see it’s ten o’clock at night. As much as I’d like to sleep until next week, I can’t go back to bed now, or I’ll be awake in the middle of the night.
Reluctantly, I scamper out of bed. My lips curve into a broad grin when I snag Isaac’s shirt he was wearing this afternoon off the floor. I shift my eyes around the room to ensure it’s empty before raising his shirt to my nose and inhaling a huge whiff. A shiver runs through my body when his delicious scent invades my senses.
My eyes skim the room, seeking any article of clothing that was discarded when we barely made it from the entryway to the bedroom. Since my impromptu gaze has come up empty, I pull Isaac’s shirt over my head. After removing my unruly hair from the collar, my bare feet pad along the floor as I exit the room.
My long strides halt when, “Oh, hey, Isabelle,” sounds through my ears.
I freeze as my hands shoot down to the hem of Isaac’s shirt. Yanking on the hem, I pray my private parts aren’t visible. Hugo chuckles boisterously at my panicked reaction.I’m glad he can see the humor in the situation. I stiffen even more when Isaac strolls out of the kitchen with a crystal glass in his hand. His smoldering eyes run down my body before lifting to my face.
Swallowing harshly, I scramble back, intimidated by his darkened glare.
“Stop, Isabelle.”
