Fuming with rage, I scoot across the cold leather seat.
Isaac’s hand that isn’t pounding his cock seizes my ankle to drag me back next to him. Ignoring the pleasing zap jolting through my body from his touch, I stab my stiletto into his thigh. I’m so angry, tears well in my eyes.
“You’re being cruel,” I yell. “You’re taking your anger out on the wrong person. . .” I stop talking when the first tear splashes onto my cheek.
My tears are more from the emotionally draining day I had going through Ophelia and Isaac’s private life than Isaac teasing me, but once my tears start flowing, I have no chance of reeling them back in.
The instant Isaac sees the moisture glistening my cheeks, his frantic pumps on his cock halt. In a matter of seconds, I go from being seated on the dark leather seat to being cradled in his firm chest. His cock braces my damp panties as his thumbs rub away my tears.
“Please don’t cry,” he mutters so softly I can barely hear him.
My faint sobs turn into a moan when he slips my panties to the side and enters me in a slow, mouthwatering thrust. His apologetic eyes never once leave mine as he undoes the buttons on his dress shirt and places my open palms on his sweat-slicked torso. His eyes permit me to access to his body as his cock demands the attention of my pussy.
The fire in my belly gains in intensity with every kiss, caress, and pump he does.
My anger is soon forgotten when a quivering orgasm sweeps through my body, igniting my senses like fireworks in a pitch black sky. Although I’m barely coherent, Isaac continues with his slow, soul-stealing pace. He guides his cock in and out of my pussy as his eyes remain locked on mine.
After a while, my name tears from his throat in a seductive purr as the hot spurts of his cum line the walls of my pussy.
Exhausted—both mentally and physically, I rest my head on his sweat-misted chest. He stays quiet but maintains physical closeness by running his hand down my back, and keeping his semi-erect cock surrounded with my heat.
After a small amount of time, my blinking lengthens until my eyes no longer have the ability to stay open and they flutter shut.
* * *
By the time Isaac wakes me, the night sky is pitch black. Not even the moon illuminates the sky tonight; it is hidden behind a scattering of dark clouds from a storm brewing on the horizon. My dazed eyes glance at my watch in confusion. The standard thirty-minute drive to Isaac's private residence has taken over two hours to complete.
“I asked Hugo to take the long route home,” he explains, his voice rough and croaky.
A soft sigh seeps from my mouth when he withdraws his still firm cock from me. The sigh is my body’s way of expressing it is sad about the loss of his contact. Isaac smirks at my reaction before reaching over and snagging his suit jacket from the floor. I must have kicked it off the seat during my tantrum earlier tonight.
My breathing shallows when he wraps the jacket around my shoulders and secures the buttons, so my private parts are covered.
Cranking open the passenger door, he exits the vehicle. My lips tug higher when he leans in and offers me his hand to help me out. My eyes dart around the area surrounding the car. I expel the breath I’m holding in when I don’t see Hugo anywhere. Although I’m fully covered, I don’t want him to see me like this.
Not one word spills from Isaac’s lips the next forty-five minutes. Instead of the rough and abrupt Isaac I experienced earlier this evening, he has turned into the caring, nurturing man I encountered during the weekend.
He remains quiet as he heats us a generous serving of chicken noodle soup. My heart swells when we eat our meal by using the same spoon. Once our dinner is consumed, he carries me into the shower and pampers my body and hair before placing me on my side of his bed. I say “my side” as he always puts me on the same side every time I sleep in his bed.
A smile spreads across my face when he joins me in bed and spoons in close until my back is splayed against his torso. He interlocks our hands before wrapping them around my waist. My hips swivel when I feel his impressive erection straining against my backside.
He scoots back. “Not tonight. You need your sleep.”
His rumbling laughter vibrates through my bursting-at-the-seams heart when I murmur, “You really reallyreallylike me.”
My heart bursts open when he replies, “Maybe.”
40
Isabelle
Four weeks later….
“How many?” Harlow asks with her brows etch high into her hairline.
Playfully biting my bottom lip, I raise three fingers into the air.
Harlow gasps so loud, air blows onto my face. “In a row, or did he take a break in between?”
