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It's intoxicating how quickly her body always responds to me.
"Daddy." Her hands tighten on my tux, grinding her pussy to get more from me.
"The wedding will be over this time tomorrow." I hook my fingers into her G-spot, swallowing her cry with a searing kiss. "Evie and Reuben know, and they don't give a shit. This is about your asshole parents."
She's close. Her inner walls are fluttering around my fingers, and her breath is coming in feverish pants. I stop, pulling my fingers from beneath her dress and sucking her sweet cream away while she watches, outraged.
"Judah!"
"Issy." I chuckle, reaching back between her legs to pull her panties back into place and give her cloth-covered cunt a sharp little spank. "I left my bungalow unlocked. I want you waiting for me when I get back tonight, on all fours, naked at the edge of the bed. I'm going to fill that little pussy with my cum, and then you're going to talk to me."
Chapter Fourteen
Isobel
Icouldgobackto my own bungalow. I know that. Giving myself some space would be good, allow me to get my thoughts in order after yet another day of ups and downs. Yet as the rehearsal dinner begins to wind down at the end of the night, I still find myself turning off the dock to Judah's.
He was still standing with a group of my father's cousins when I left the resort's restaurant, though I felt his eyes follow me to the door, and have no doubt he won't be far behind me. I've been tense and on edge all day, avoiding my parents like the plague but somehow ending up near them again and again. They still don't know I didn't get into Harvard, and I have no doubt shit will well and truly hit the fan when it inevitably comes out.
I'm not afraid of them cutting me off financially or never speaking to me again. Both sound like a relief at this point, but I can't dismiss the fear that this will all be too much for Judah. We haven't talked about the future, not really, and while the connection between us is undeniable, does he know what he's getting himself into?
We're in paradise right now. Will he still want me in the real world?
I don't bother turning on the lights when I close the door behind me, walking straight through to the dark bedroom and stripping naked, just like he asked. It's a relief to focus on something other than my own fear and worry, to take my mind out of the equation and surrender control to Judah. By the time I've crawled onto the bed, waiting on my hands and knees with my legs spread for him, I can barely remember why I was so upset to begin with.
The longer I wait, the more worked up I get, and when the front door finally closes quietly a few minutes later, my wetness is beginning to drip down my thighs.
"Good girl." I tremble, fighting the urge to peek over my shoulder as Judah's footsteps move slowly into the room, stopping just behind me. His hands reach out to touch my hips, steadying me. "You needed this, didn't you? Needed Daddy to take control?"
I nod, my ears ringing as his big hands slide back to my ass, spreading me open so he can see everything.
"I'm going to fuck your ass one day." He runs one finger teasingly over my puckered back entrance, and I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut. "I popped your cherry with my fingers two days ago, and now look at you, waiting in the dark, desperate for your old man to fuck you."
I can barely breathe as his hands fall away, and I hear the soft clink of a belt being undone.Yes, yes, yes-
"Tell me why you're feeling so anxious." One of his hands finds my hips, holding me steady as his stiff length presses against my entrance.
My eyelids flutter, and it's a struggle to concentrate on the feelings and worries that had seemed too real to me only a few minutes ago. "I- I'm worried you won't want me after we leave here. My mother, she-oh god."
He's guiding the head of his cock over my oversensitive clit in firm circles, and I moan loudly, trying to come back for more, but the hand on my hip keeps me from thrusting against him. It's torture. "Keep going."
"She said that she and Dad wouldn't pay for my college or apartment or anything if I kept seeing you. She said a lot of other things, too, awful things, but I don't care anymore. I just, I worried-"
Judah's hand tightens reflexively on my hip, and his voice is low and full of warning when he answers after a long pause. "What the fuck does that have to do with me wanting you?"
I stare down at my hands clutching the rumpled white sheets, tears swimming in my eyes. "I don't have a job or money. I won't be able to finish my degree. I don't know what I'm going to do if I don't go to medical school. All thaton topof the issues with my family and me being half your age and an anxious basket case. Why would you want to be with someone like that?" A tear hits the sheets below me. "I'm not good enough for you."
In a week full of vulnerable, tough moments, this one is by far the hardest. If he realizes I'm right and he walks away now-
Without warning, Judah thrusts forward, burying himself inside me with a harsh grunt. I cry out, my already-sore muscles protesting the sudden intrusion, but he doesn't give me time to adjust. I'm completely open to him like this, and I feel him hit the deepest part of me over and over again, unrelenting and brutal. He's punishing me with his cock.
"Do you want to know what I see when I look at you?" A big hand closes around my throat, pressing hard enough for my breath to come in shallow pants and stars to burst in front of my eyes. Judah growls, hunched forward over me, and I realize he's still wearing his tux. "I see a fucking miracle, Isobel Bradley. You're kind and good and loyal. Those people- they don’t see you, love. It’s bullshit, and I’d give anything to spare you that pain, but neither of us can change what’s broken in them."
Tears are flowing steadily down my cheeks now, and I let out a noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob when the angle of Judah's thrusts changes so his cock is rubbing right against my g-spot. My orgasm comes out of nowhere, powerful enough that my arms grow weak, and only Judah's hand on my throat keeps me from falling face-first into the mattress. He's everywhere, there's not a single piece of me I can hide from this man, and I don't want to.
"Oh god-" I cry, the aftershocks of my orgasm still surging through my body as he pulls out and flips me over, reentering me with a low groan of pleasure. He's so handsome that just looking at him steals my breath all over again, and I reach up to grab his tux, dragging him down to kiss me greedily.
Three days ago, I'd never had an orgasm, and now I'm naked beneath a fully dressed, much older man, my pussy stretched around his thick cock.
