Page 58 of 1 Last Shot

The sound must trigger something in her because her hands immediately drop down and start to scrabble at my jeans.

“Isabella, wait—”

My words end on a groan torn from my soul, my hands squeezing into fists as I attempt to stave off the sudden and shocking sensation of Isabella dropping to her knees and sucking my length into her mouth.

“Isabella, I—” I choke on my words again when she wraps a hand around the base and squeezes. “Fuck,princess, I'm the one that's supposed to be on my knees.”

She’s completely oblivious to my protests. Her hand pumps my shaft and her lips suction around the tip of my cock, and I realize that I’m completely powerless with her right now; powerless to the sight of her, kneeling before me, so eager to get my cock in her mouth that she goes too deep too fast and gags around my length.

My head drops back against the door on another groan. I can't control my hand as it slides into her hair, not to hold her against me, just to stay connected to her as she takes me deep again.

“You look so pretty like this,” I murmur in a haze, watching her from under hooded eyes. Her moves aren’t graceful, or practiced, they’re just…hungry. Like she can’t get enough of me, and like her only focus is on giving me as much pleasure as possible, and then tasting it on her tongue.

Andfuck, but the sight of her dazed, lust-drunk expression, combined with swollen lips, still shiny with spit…

It occurs to me that this might be the beginning of my obsession.

Eventually, she has to pull away to suck in a much-needed breath. But even then, the heat never leaves her eyes as she continues to pump me with her hand. "You taste so good," she whispers, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. But before I can respond tothatsurprising and sexy confession, she's sinking her mouth back onto my cock.

I'm not going to be able to take much more of this.

It's impossible to tell Isabella that, though. Not just because she's sucking me so good, I'm barely able to string any words together, but also because she's showing zero signs of wanting to stop.

And then it really does become obvious that I’m not going to be able to stop her, because I realize only a few seconds before it happens that I’m about to finish in her mouth. I let out a sound of surprise and tug on Isabella’s hair, trying to signal what’s about to happen, but she just looks up at me with a mischievous smile and tries to take me even deeper.

I manage enough control that I don’t come down her throat, and instead pull back just enough to come on her tongue. The orgasm rolls through my entire body, giving me a high I’ve never felt before and that feels like it goes on forever.

And when she swallows every drop and pulls her mouth off me with a proud smile, I’m a fucking goner.

She’s still smiling as I pull her to her feet and press a hard kiss to her lips. She doesn’t fight me when I spin her around and backheragainst the door this time.

“You seem pleased with yourself,” I murmur against her mouth.

“Maybe a little,” she admits.

I let out a hum of affirmation and kiss her again, sinking my tongue into her mouth so I can taste that pleasure. When she moans and fists her hands in my shirt again, I slow the pace by pulling back enough to press kisses along her jaw and down her neck.

“Well, now it’s my turn.”

I take my time with this part of her body. Her skin is so smooth, her scent so intoxicating, that no part of me wants to rush this. I want to taste every inch of her skin, starting with the sensual curve of her neck and making my way across her shoulder.

By the time my tongue has reached—and slid under—the shoulder straps of her leotard, she’s practically vibrating in my arms. She’s letting out soft whimpers and bumping her hips forward into me, silently asking for more, and faster. I still her with my hands on her hips.

“Tell me, Isabella,” I drawl. “Am I right in assuming you have way too many of these ballerina outfits?”

I straighten so I can see her eyes widen at the question. She nods quickly, biting into her lower lip in anticipation.

“Good. Then I can destroy this one.”

And then I’m reaching under her skirt and tearing her tights at the seam.

Her shocked gasp is swallowed by my starving kiss.

With my tongue stroking into her mouth, I nudge her leotard and thong to the side and slowly, teasingly, rub my fingers along her pussy. She's drenched, her wetness making my touch slide easily through her lips.

"So wet, princess," I murmur against her lips. "Are you always this wet for me?"

She only whimpers in answer and bumps her hips harder against my hand.

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