Even though he’s only one man, he has every inch of me covered. He’s giving my scalp the sting it loves when he claims me, his balls are slapping my ass, his thumb is circling my clit, and my breasts are bouncing so furiously, they clap with every thrust he does.
Even his mouth-watering ‘V’ muscle adds to the commotion. His thumb is taking care of my clit, but watching how he uses every muscle in his body to bring me to climax is a riveting visual. The hard bumps in his midsection never stop contracting as he drives into me on repeat, screwing me as only he can.
Our home is airconditioned with the most state-of-the-art equipment, but you wouldn’t know it for how much sweat is gliding over our bodies. We’re fucking like wild animals, the stickiness replicating the mess between my legs. I grow wetter and wetter with every pump he does, the conditions worsening when the lips I fantasize about arrow toward mine.
They’re the final push I need to get over the line. They spark fireworks in front of my eyes and tighten every muscle in my body. Just as my body starts to quake with a much-needed buzz, Isaac inches back.
“Eyes, Isabelle.”
The intensity roaring through my body is almost too much to bear. It’s the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had, and it’s all because the eyes that see through to my soul are on me, taking everything I’m willing to give and then some.
Isaac pumps into me on repeat without once removing his eyes from mine. It’s a gloriously terrifying four minutes that include multiple shouts of his name and many confirmations on how I can’t stand the intensity, and I need him to stop his relentless pounds for just a second.
He doesn’t adhere to my request, knowing I can withstand more than I’ll ever admit. I understand why. We’ve had everything come between us—kidnappings, mafia kingpins, infidelity claims, yet here we are, stronger than ever.
Nothing will ever change that. Not even the Almighty himself.
2
Isaac
First deserve, then devour.
My cock twitches when the quickest flash of silver catches my eyes. It’s the cuffs Isabelle had secured around her waist today, the ones that cooled the fury roaring through me when Ryan forced her to pat me down like an everyday criminal. They had me thinking wicked thoughts, thoughts I shouldn’t have been ruminating when being frisked.
I understand Ryan’s game. He wanted to knock me down a peg or two because I won the game we’ve been playing since we were teens. I stole the girl he was chasing, put a ring on her finger, and assured he and every other man in our town understand Isabelle is untouchable.
My fiancée is a possessive, jealous woman, but not even her vehement need to fuck me senseless has calmed the beast clawing my stomach every time I think about a man getting close to her. I don’t want them close enough to smell her seductive scent, much less share the air she breathes.
I thought having my ring on her finger would cure my exasperating habit. Regrettably, it’s flourished the epidemic. Men are stupid. When their lackluster bank balances reveal they’ll never have the means to compete against me, they seek my weaknesses.
Isabelle is my weakness.
She exposed me as a mere man instead of the enigma I was known as, but that doesn’t mean my competitors should tread lightly. She strengthens me too. Keeping her and Callie safe are my only aspirations. It comes before anything—even my empire.
Once the shudders wreaking havoc over every inch of Isabelle have subsided, I withdraw my cock from her pussy. A rumbling moan tears from her throat, annoyed by the loss of contact. I told her this was going to be hard and fast, which means I’d usually bring her to climax before seeking my release.
Don’t misconstrue. That wouldn’t be the end of our exchange. It’s just a prelude to what is waiting on the other side after I’ve fed and nurtured her as she deserves. However, her cuffs have me switching things up today. I’m hungry. My cravings just don’t have an association with food.
As I walk Isabelle down the hall we’ve walked many times the past six months, she nibbles on the scruff I’m overdue to shave while undoing the buttons I was too impatient to tackle earlier.
I rock my hips upward, piercing my cock’s head between the drenched folds of her pussy with every step I take. I need the moans vibrating in her chest to once again circle my cock. I just need that to occur in another location with her bound and at my mercy as I’ve imagined all day.
I could barely concentrate today with how hard she made me. All the blood in my body was rushing to my lower extremities. Considering Isabelle’s shift didn’t finish until six this evening, I was left without her beneath me for over twelve hours. That’s inconceivable and has me seriously considering my imprudent suggestion for her to work for Ravenshoe PD. I need her here with me, then I can fulfill the ravenous needs of her greedy pussy anytime the urge arises.
A moan that will forever highlight my dreams fills my ears when I stop just outside of the room housing our sex swing. It took us a few months to occupy this room as intended after Isabelle used it as a confessional to admit Ophelia was alive, but we’ve more than made up for lost time the past three months. Isabelle is already submissive in the bedroom, but it’s brought out most brilliantly when she’s at my complete mercy—bound and restrained.
While walking to the swing, my lips steal every whimper escaping her mouth. I kiss her with everything I have, tasting the moans she can no longer spill while doubling the wetness between her legs.
“These lips…” I tug her lower lip with my teeth before tracing the cupid’s bow that’s mesmerized me from day one with my tongue. “… are my lips, Isabelle. These tits…” I cup one of her bouncing globes of flesh so I can roll her nipple between my index finger and thumb. “… are my tits. This greedy pussy that sucks me dry as often as your mouth…”
I place her in the middle of the swing, exposing her ravenous pussy to my more-than-avid stare, then run my index finger down her swollen lips. “… and its every want and desire, belongs to me. Say it, Isabelle. Say it, then I’ll let you come.”
“They’re yours, Isaac. Always yours.”
Her last two words quiver when I swing the seat upward until her pussy crashes into my mouth. She’s not strapped in yet, but I’m too hungry to taste her to wait.
After sliding my tongue up the scent responsible for many restless nights, I circle my lips around her clit and suck hard. She stills in an instant as she did on my nightclub doors all those months ago before the most beautiful cry of ecstasy rips from her throat.
