I do, though. I remain perfectly still, hoping some time to acclimatize to the intrusion will lessen the strangles of her vaginal walls to my cock.
When that doesn’t happen anytime soon, I murmur under my breath. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
As the words leave my mouth, my body stiffens. Her childhood wasn’t close to ordinary, so why the fuck am I acting as if it was? She could be a virgin.
She could be as pure as she was when her father sold her.
And I just went and rammed my cock inside her like a brute who paid for the privilege instead of earning it.
When Isabelle shakes her head at my unasked questions, I mutter, “Thank fuck.”
I’m not grateful she’s been with other men—just the thought brings out an edge of aggressiveness I rarely use—but I am glad my eagerness to claim her didn’t taint her first time.
After working my jaw side to side to free my head of the image of her being bed by another man, I ask, “You ready?”
A pleasurable bolt zaps up my spine when Isabelle answers me by squeezing the walls of her vagina around my raging boner. It doubles the throbs of my cock and draws my balls in close to my body like release is imminent.
If it were any other woman’s heat circling my cock, I’d answer the begs of my cock. Since it isn’t, I adjust Isabelle’s position before slowly notching my cock out. Although pain is evident on her beautiful face, the slickness coating the condom exposes it won’t be long before her groans switch to moans.
By the end of the second pump, lust is burning in her eyes.
By the fourth pump, she’s rolling her hips in rhythm with mine.
And by the sixth pump, she’s lost to the crazy tension that has crackled between us since day one.
Begs to be taken harder and faster rip from her throat as I drive her to the brink. When I tug down the cups of her bra to circle my mouth around her hardened nipple, she arches her back and throws back her head, making room for the frantic screams rolling up her throat.
I fuck her how I’ve been dying to do since the day she ran into me at the airport. I drive her to the brink, pounding into her with a relentlessness that proves I’ve never once fucked for pleasure. I want to feel the quivers of her orgasm when she surrenders to the madness and the milks of her pussy as she strives to push me over the edge with her. Previously, none of that mattered. I fucked to get off, to free myself from the torment for an hour or two.
Today, it’s all about pleasure, both Isabelle’s and mine.
“Eyes on me, Isabelle,” I demand when her eyelids flutter shut for the quickest second. I need her eyes on mine when she comes because although she views life in an entirely different manner than Ophelia once did, some circumstances of their childhoods are too similar for me to discount.
I made mistakes with Ophelia. I don’t plan to do the same with Isabelle. And if that means she has to lock her eyes with mine every time she comes so I can ensure no tears dribble from them, so be it. I’ll force them to me every single time like I should have with Ophelia.
“I’ve got you,” I promise when Isabelle firms her grip around my neck a second after locking her eyes with mine, my voice rough from memories of my past haunting me.
My skin is clammy, but when Isabelle surrenders to the sensation overtaking every inch of her body, it’s more in response to my name tearing from her throat than circumstances I can’t change. She moans my name on repeat while shuddering through an orgasm so blinding, it takes everything I have not to join her.
“Eyes, Isabelle,” I snap out when her eyelids flutter with signs of fatigue.
The freedom in her eyes when she drags them up my face is almost my undoing. There’s no panic feeding them, no unease. She’s more free now than she has ever been, and the knowledge has me pumping into her so frantically, her orgasm stretches from a one-minute shiver to an energy-draining shudder.
“Oh, god. Oh, god,” she chants on repeat as our stare-down doubles the height of the goosebumps coating her sweat-slicked skin. “It feels so good. You feel so good.”
I wait until the tremors adding to the throbs of my cock subside before moving our exchange from the wall to the bed. I need her juices coating every inch of my cock. I can’t do that against a wall, so I have no choice but to change things up.
The exhaustion in my voice is undeniable when I say, “Bend over the bed, open palms flat on the sheets.” Isabelle’s thighs squeeze together when I growl in a low tone, “Legs open wide.”
I grip my cock and squeeze it when she does as asked without a protest firing from either her truth-bearing eyes or her sassy mouth. She arches over the mattress, flattens her palms on the satin bedding, then raises her delectable ass high into the air.
When she glances back at me, precum pools into the tip at the end of my condom. Her eyes fucking kill me. They take everything I have and leave nothing but pieces of a man in their wake. They’re so captivating, I have no choice but to get creative in my quest to claim her right. I need to mark her for eternity, to have her so knowledgeable about whom she belongs to, even if she catches wind of the dates I have planned for the next week, she’ll never doubt who my thoughts are with.
I need her to be as spellbound by me as I am her, and I know just the way to force her into the same murky waters.
Isabelle’s body shudders in anticipation of what is to come when I secure my dark blue tie over her eyes.
“It will heighten your senses,” I mutter on an exhausted breath while knotting the thick material at the back of her head.
