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Isabelle
Disappointment swirled in the air and made my stomach churn. I had a horrible feeling Rust was going to give yet another speech about how we shouldn’t be doing this. I wasn’t sure how much more I could convince him. If hereallyfelt so bad about being with me, then maybe I should just stop trying? At a certain point, it seemed cruel to torture us both …
“You can tell me,” I said, though I’d be lying if I said my stomach wasn’t nervously flip-flopping in fear of what he was about to say.
Rust pulled me tight against his body and gently pressed his lips to the sensitive flesh of my neck. His kisses were nice, but I could sense his hesitance. He was working up the courage to tell me something bad.
“Rust, what is it?” I asked softly. “What’s bothering you?”
“Isabelle.” He pulled back to stare at me with his troubled eyes. “I—I haven’t been with anyone since the divorce.”
That’s it?
I smiled wide. I couldn’t believe that’swhat had made him so nervous. If you asked me, I thought it was sexythat he hadn’t been with anyone for so long. It only made us feel even more special.
“That’s okay,” I said soothingly, and ran my hand over his short hair. “What about it?”
“I just thought you should know,” he said, letting go of a deep breath. “It’s been a few years. I might be a little out of practice? I don’t know.”
I leaned forward and quelled his worries with a deep, passionate kiss.
“I don’t care how long it’s been. I just want you, Rust.”
His inhibitions evaporated into thin air as he kissed me back eagerly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened our kiss, tongues touching with an electric slither. Suddenly, Rust rose to his feet, easily picking me up with him.
“Whoa!” I giggled. “Where are you taking me?”
He threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.
“To my bedroom,” he said in a low growl, making my conquered heart throb.
Yes!
With me laid over his shoulder, Rust effortlessly carried me up the stairs and into the master bedroom. He gently laid me down on his silk bed sheets and climbed on top of me, our bodies writhing together like a tightening knot. I craved his big dick so bad, my insides ached.
“Ilovedthe pictures of you in my bed,” he snarled. “I couldn’t get you out of my head that whole road trip. It was all I could think about—you in my bed. Playing with yourself. Waiting forme.”
“I loved taking those pictures,” I cooed. “It was such a kinky request. So happy to fulfill it. You canalwaysgive me naughty photo requests when you’re on the road.”
“Damn,” he bellowed.
“Would you like that?”
“I’d love that.”
He mated his palms to mine, our fingers interlocking, and covered me in kisses. I loved being under him, comfortably smooshed into the mattress beneath his heavy mass. It was everything I ever fantasized about—his muscular body so big and warm, his hot dick throbbing between our bodies.
My pussy heaved, eager for him to fill my hole.
I looked him in the eye and nodded. “I’m ready, Rust. I want it. I want you.”
He shifted lower, setting his tip at my slit. Slowly, he leaned into me, parting my folds with his big cock. My pussy stretched to accommodate his size, a stinging ring of fire engulfing my opening.
“Oh my God,” I whimpered, gritting my teeth.
Rust stopped in an instant. “Am I hurting you?” he asked, concern in his eyes. He was so sweet, he made my heart flutter.
