“Then you better hurry,” I warn, too turned on by his words to act ashamed. “I’m dangerously close to the edge.”
I feel his lips rise against my sex. “Patience, Isabelle.”
After wordlessly commanding my focus, he drags his tongue up my slit in a slow, dedicated lick. A shudder overwhelms me when his nose stimulates the nerve-filled bud between my pussy lips a mere second before his mouth gets in on the action. He sucks, licks, and grazes his teeth over my clit until the pressure low in my womb becomes too great to ignore. I’m shaking all over, both hot and cold.
I fist the sheets in a white-knuckled hold when he murmurs, “You asked to be awoken like this every morning. I said it would be my pleasure once we waded through the mud surrounding us. We’ve done that now, so I have no reason not to answer your every whim.”
I try to reply. I can’t. I’m too breathless, and the prompts of my body are no longer under my command. They’ve been handed to the man responsible for its awakening, the one I’d stop at nothing to protect as fiercely as he does me. The one I’ll never stop loving.
“I love you, Isaac.”
The growl he releases about my declaration of love has my thighs clamping around his ears. It jolts my body, lighting up every inch of me. Like the sensation could get any more brilliant, in the blink of an eye, the crown of his cock is bracing at the entrance of my pussy. He takes his time preparing me, teasing me so much, the urge to be filled by him has me frantic.
“Please, Isaac. I can’t wait a second longer.”
I call out when he swipes his cock’s head across my clit. “You didn’t come, so I need to prep you, or you could tear.”
“I don’t care. I want you.”
“I can’t hurt you, Isabelle.” He notches in the first inch of his cock before pulling it back out. “You’re still swollen from last night, and you struggle taking all of me as it is.” He pushes back in again, two extra inches this time. “You feel so good. So fucking tight. Wet.Mine.” We moan in sync when his last word has him pushing in almost half his cock. “That’s it. Work me in, baby,” he encourages when I swivel my hips, coaxing him in further.
When he stretches me so far I feel a burn, I tilt my hips upward, seeking pressure for my clit. Its pleasurable zaps will make up for the pain of taking a man as well-endowed as Isaac.
Forever diligent, Isaac senses my needs without a word needing to spill from my lips. With his eyes on mine, he slides his hand to the area where our bodies are intimately joined. He rolls his thumb over my clit three times. The smoky haze of love in his eyes adds to the spasming sensation overtaking the pain. He knows my body so well, soon nothing but the sprint to climax is on my mind.
“Eyes, Isabelle,” Isaac commands when they begin to taper.
When they pop back open, my chest begins to heave as mesmerizing zap after mesmerizing zap surges through me. I call out his name as my body brutally jerks through its fourth orgasm in not even twelve hours.
Once I’ve returned from hysteria, Isaac rolls his hips, sinking deeper into me. The friction is now delicious instead of painful. There’s nothing between us. No pain. No resistance. He can fuck me as wildly as he wants, and he won’t face an ounce of defiance. I’m at his complete mercy, both in the bedroom and outside of it.
He rocks into me on repeat, his strokes rhythmic and perfect. They have me chasing my next release quickly. When he tilts my hips higher, giving him unrestricted access to my throbbing sex, the coils low in my stomach tighten. Within seconds, my moans are overtaking the creaks of the mattress he’s pinning me to.
“Oh god…” I pant through the tingles racing up my spine.
Isaac’s feral grunts match mine when I raise my leg high on his hip so we can harmonize our rocks. “Fuck, Isabelle.”
He fucks me faster—harder—ramming inches upon inches of his glorious cock inside of me. As he screws me senseless, his eyes burn into my soul. They gobble up every morsel of my being after brilliantly unraveling.
“This is why I need you naked for every discussion we have. You’re so open and raw, Isabelle. So fucking beautiful.” The truth in his tone adds to the heat teeming between us. It has me wet all over—from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes. “You were built to be fucked by me. To be claimed by only me.”
“Yesss…” I hiss out in a long purr. “You and me, forever.”
Isaac’s sexy growl vibrates through my body, heightening my senses even more. Each precise stroke of his cock already has the fiery heat in my stomach amplifying, much less the words he speaks between each one. “Then give me what I need, baby. Let it go. I want to feel you quivering around me, to have you milking me of my spawn.”
As a delighted shiver wreaks havoc with my body, I lock my eyes with Isaac’s. His alluring unique gray irises give me the final push I need to cross the finish line for the second time today. I still as shockwaves of devastation coat my skin with a fine layer of sweat. My orgasm is so intense, it’s scary. I’m spiraling out of control, incapable of speaking or moving.
Fortunately, Isaac has no qualms handling brain-dead idiots. He continues pounding into me, his mouthwatering pumps prolonging the sensation overwhelming me. I’m almost immobile before three little words pull me back from the depths of a woman almost comatose from exhaustion.
“I love you.”
Isaac isn’t as reluctant about expressing his feeling as he once was, but it’s still rare to hear those words come out of his mouth. I treasure every one of them, so for the next three hours, I do precisely that.
15
Isaac
Families aren’t always created by blood.
