When my hand slithers across the lower half of her stomach, goosebumps follow its trek. They augment when I tilt her hips so both her ass and the slit I want to ruin as much as I want to devour presents like a dessert platter.
The bedding bunches under her knees when the tip of my index finger brushes the nervy bud between her legs. I love how responsive she is to my meekest touch, however, to even the playing field, I act unaffected.
“Open wider, Isabelle. I want to see all of you.”
After doing as requested, she tilts her head so her bouncy locks fall away from her ears. She’s dying for me to make my next move as much as I want to fall to my knees and devour her pussy for dessert. I wouldn’t hesitate if my watch didn’t show we’re running out of time. We land in thirty minutes, which leaves me no choice but to take Isabelle hard and fast as her eyes were begging me to do when she bent over the bed.
“This will be hard and fast,” I warn before bracing the head of my cock at the entrance of her slicked sex.
When she nods before grinding back to show her eagerness, I drive home. My cock faces no objections this time around. Isabelle is drenched from her orgasm, and the desirable tilt of her hips opens her up to me in a way I can get more of my cock inside her but without additional pain.
Her moans are felt by my balls when I skate my hand up her back before weaving it through her hair. When I tug her head back so I can see every rake her teeth do to her bottom lip, she grows wetter. She likes being dominated, and the realization has me holding nothing back.
I fuck her, kiss her, and govern every inch of her body for the next several long minutes. My dedication gets rewarded in the best way when a second orgasm tears through Isabelle so hard and fast before I can rip the blindfold from her eyes, she screams my name while riding the tension coiling low in her stomach.
Her screams are worth more than any asset I owe. They’re raw and open, and expose without a doubt that she lied when she said she wasn’t a screamer. If she gets any louder, I’ll have to gag her because as much as I’m relishing every moan, whimper, and beg to escape her lips, I don’t want any other man experiencing the same thing.
They’re my screams, and I’ll put more than my empire on the line to keep it that way.
“One more,” I breathe out with a moan before flipping Isabelle over so she’s on her back. After tugging down her blindfold, groaning when it doubles the grip her pussy placed on my cock, I slowly re-enter her.
When the lust in Isabelle’s eyes shifts to something I’m certain I’ve never seen before, I slow the rocks of my hips even more. I marked her body in a way she will never forget, claimed it so thoroughly, she will feel me for days, so now it’s time to imprint her soul in the same manner.
After curling her leg around my sweaty hip so she can choose her pace, I seal my lips over hers. This kiss is lush and slow-paced but still teasing. It reminds me that fucking isn’t the one way a man can get off. You don’t even need to make love if you’re kissing the right woman. Isabelle’s lips could bring any man to their knees, but as of today, they’ll only ever kiss one man.
Me.
“Eyes,” I demand when the quivers of another orgasm massage my cock.
The snapped command in my tone sets Isabelle off. As she tightens her leg around my waist to lessen the impact of her fall, she gives in to the sensation beckoning me to join her.
“Oh god…” she pants, overwhelmed by a tension thick enough to cut through.
When her pussy strangles my cock and her nails mark me as effectively as her eyes, I also let go. I pump into her another two times before stilling the rock of my hips. The heat brewing between us is so blatant, even with my cock covered by a condom, I feel every spurt of cum pumping out of the crown.
“Fuck, Isabelle,” I moan, certain I’ve never experienced such a rush of euphoria before.
When she drags her teeth over her lower lip for the hundredth time this morning, I surrender to an urge that’s been plaguing me since the day we met. I trap her lip between my teeth before giving it a painful tug. Her moans of pleasure vibrate against my tongue when I slide it across her kiss-swollen lips to soothe the sting of my bite.
Too exhausted for lucidity to form, I roll off Isabelle, remove and knot my condom before tossing it into a bin in the bathroom, then I rejoin Isabelle in bed. We’re due to land in ten minutes, but since that’s ten minutes of peace I most likely won’t have for days once I exit the airport hangar to portray the life of a single man, I plan to relish every minute of it.
Well, I had planned for that to be the case until Isabelle’s faint breaths tickle the hairs on my arms. She’s out cold, her climax-induced coma making her oblivious to the fact Scout has started our descent.
33
Idrop a surveillance write-up Hunter is showing me onto the coffee table of an almost empty private jet. “Is this it?”
He looks upset about the disappointment in my tone but knows better than to test me when my moods are unsure which way to swing. I want to protect Isabelle, but it is the fact my best form of defense is to stay away from her that I’m struggling with the most.
“Online chatter is minimal. It’s the conversations I can’t hear that I’m wary about the most.” While scrubbing a hand over his bushy beard, he locks his eyes with mine. “We’re not the only ones watching Col, and he knows it.”
I jerk my chin up in understanding. I’m not happy but, at the moment, there’s nothing I can do to fix things. “Reach out to the contact you have in the Petretti realm and see if he’s willing to help.”
“Smith—”
“Could be more obliging if you used your manners. Stroke his ego, if you must, but do something. I need eyes and ears in the Petretti compound.”
“We have eyes and ears on Col. He’s just cautious whom he talks around.”
