Page 46 of Violent Attraction

Absolutely fucking gorgeous.

“Get on all fours.” Again, she complies and her delicious ass is staring back at me as she turns to face the headboard.

I stalk over to the bed, climbing on and taking my place behind her. I want her mouth wrapped around my cock and watch as her lips form a perfect O as she takes me but right now, I need to fuck her. Fucking her mouth will have to wait.

A loud slap rings through the room when my hand lands on her ass cheek.

“Fuck,” she lets out as I smooth a hand over the red skin.

With all the foreplay, I’m all ready to go. Watching Isabella on a brink of an orgasm is a special sight that will forever be engraved in my head.

I thrust my cock a few times through her folds to coat myself, and when Isabella releases another moan, I slide into her, enthralled with how tight she feels around me. At how hot she feels wrapped around my cock.

“Fuck, bella. Every time with you feels better and better.”

I thrust into her pussy over and over again, the movements getting closer to that edge. Leaning forward, I cover Isabella’s whole back with my front, snaking an arm around to her front and rubbing circles against her clit, getting her to the edge with me.

“Santos!”

“I’m no santo, baby. When it comes to fucking you, I will be everything but a saint.”

I grip her hips in my hands and pound into her. Pound until she can’t hold herself up any longer, and her legs are shaking underneath her.

“I’m going to come.” Her voice is muffled by the pillow her head is laying against, but I heard her loud and clear.

“Fucking do it. Come all over my cock. Milk me with all you have.”

She pants my name out one more time before she does exactly what I told her to do. Her pussy tightens around my cock, and I can no longer keep myself together, and fucking lose everything that I have inside of her.

“Fucking hell.” I slide out of her and throw myself onto the side of the bed, so I don’t smash her with my weight.

Isabella settles in my arms, sweat covering the both of us and our breathing is erratic.

We lay there just catching our breaths when I realize that the movie is still playing.

Great, I now have the memory of fucking Isabella while a singing fish watched us.

“Santiago?” Isabella breaks the silence and takes my mind off of the damn fish.

“¿Si mi amor?”

“Do you really want to marry me?”

I smile at her question. I guess I wasn’t clear enough.

Sliding down so that we are face to face, I take her face in my hands and plant a kiss on her pouting lips.

“With everything that I am.”

Her dark brown eyes look back at me, and even in the dark, I can see the glistening of the tears wanting to come out.

“Then set up that meeting with my father.”

I give her one more kiss, and once again get lost in everything that Isabella has to offer.

Come tomorrow morning, I will set up a meeting with the kingpin to ask permission to marry his oldest daughter.

Should be fun.

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