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Suddenly I feel a sweet kiss lands on my gaping pout.
The man had woken me up with his lips before—long before I knew what they were capable of. I tasted his resolve to keep me alive then. Now, I’m satiating myself with his urge that is as carnal as a man can have.
He kisses his way down to my neck and my cleavage. My hand follows his movement, clenching a fist of his thick hair. The pleasure he’s granting me is incredible, more than what my imagination can contrive.
He thrusts his intensifying erection inside me again and again. For the first time, I feel his size and solidness.
“You know, Isabelle.” His elbows straighten, creating a distance between our faces so he can gaze at me. “I won’t die for you.” He’s still in me, but he’s stopped moving as if wanting to separate his statement from the heat of the moment. “I’lllivefor you. For who you are, for whatever you need from me.”
It’s the most profound thing anyone has ever said to me.
Apart from his godly body, constant kindness, and sheer desire, I don’t know much else about him. Yet, I believe he meant every word he said.
Getting a long silence from me, he lowers himself, showering me with kisses hotter than any he has given me today. His cock sinks deeper, stretching me. Every burst of pleasure feels like a tiny piece of his heart has been planted inside mine. Deliberate, selfless.
Most of all, at this moment, he holds me with such care and tenderness as if I’m his most cherished person.
A rush of emotions knocks me back. I wish I could sit up, embrace him, and cry in his arms. Instead, I clamp his sturdy hips with my thighs, my eyelids shut tight.
16
CLAYTON
“Clayton, don’t stop,” she sighs.
This woman is certainly challenging my willpower. I’m turned on like I’ve never been before. With that squeeze, I could come right here, right now.
But I haven’t had enough of her.
“Shh, keep them wide.” I pull out slightly, shifting her thighs outward so they’re not pressing me so tight.
Her mouth releases a conspicuous moan. Her eyes are closed now, but earlier, I saw them hazy. Hazy from euphoria, which she obviously has never tasted before, let alone thoroughly enjoyed.
But I stop.
I soften my hold. Is that a tear escaping?
“Baby? You okay?” I murmur.
Her eyes bat open with a sigh. “Yeah. What’s the matter?”
“Am I hurting you?”
“God, no!”
“Were you—well, you’d tell me if I did, right?”
“Clayton, I’m almost there. Don’t let me lose it.”
There’s something that she doesn’t want to admit. But I let it slide before her impatience turns into frustration. I can only hope what I saw was a tear of joy—perhaps for what I’ve given her so far.
I sink into her again. I’ve sheathed myself this time. She’s damn wet—hell, she has been since the start of our foreplay—but I know I’m spreading her pussy even more because of my swelling cock. Her resistance only adds to the friction between us. The sensation makes her buck out of control, her fingers digging into my traps.
She’s panting, calling out my name repeatedly. I lower myself even more, forcing her ample breasts to rub against me. Her nipples are teasing the blooming pores across my skin. They’re impossibly tense. They must be aching!
Isabelle widens her thighs, but she’s still fucking tight. Despite her slight bucking, she lets me dive into her deeper. I cast a glance at her eyes. There’s no sign of her tears. She seems too busy taking in the pleasure I’m milking out of her. There’s no faking it.
Seeing her satiated face, I feel something tugging my chest—an attachment of some sort, as if she’s where my heart moors.
