AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Isobel.
I know it's her even before my eyes have adjusted to the light. I can see it in the delicate slope of her shoulders and the way she walks, somehow already so familiar to me. When I can make out more than her silhouette, it feels like all the air has been sucked from my lungs.
There's nothing indecent or inappropriate about what she's wearing, we're at an ocean-side resort, and I passed a few dozen women in the pool area on my way back here who were dressed in less, but the longer I stare, the harder it is to look away. Small, tight breasts, generous hips, and a perky ass only halfway covered by those fucking scraps of material masquerading as a bathing suit. She is the sexiest thing I've ever seen, and I've never gotten hard this quickly in my life.
This isn't a kind of attraction I've felt before, it's something else, something deep and primal.
It wouldn't be enough to fuck her. What I want from Isobel Bradley….it isn't normal.
Biting back a groan, I squeeze my throbbing erection through my shorts, fighting the urge to slip my hand inside and stroke myself as I watch her tie her hair back and dip her toe into the dark ocean.
What the hell is wrong with me? I don't do shit like this. I'm a physician. I've made a career out of advocating for women's health, and here I am, standing in the dark, holding my cock like a fucking voyeur as she toes the edge of the deck, gazing out over the moonlit ocean. I've never seen anything more beautiful, though. No woman has ever drawn me in like this before. It'sinstinctual. I'm a snake waiting in long grass for a chance to strike the little mouse, and turning away isn't an option.
I don't release the breath I'm holding until she dives beneath the waves, escaping back into the bungalow before I can do something really stupid like get in the water with her. I don't feel better now that she's out of sight. I feel worse. I'm gripped with that same gnawing, fierce frustration you get when you've forgotten something important, except I know exactly what I need to make the feeling go away.… I just can't have it.
Slamming the bathroom door behind me, I turn on the shower water as cold as it will go and strip off the rest of my clothes. The icy spray takes my breath away and burns my skin but does nothing to relieve the throbbing erection hanging thick and heavy between my legs.
I'm desperate for a release, but fight back the urge to take myself in hand. Despite the hormonal monster Isobel has managed to bring out inside me, I'm not an impulsive, reckless teenager anymore. I have these desires, but I don't have to act on them. Thinking these things about Isobel is violation enough, but to act on them would be unconscionable.
Her fucking body, though….Christ, I'm only human.
If I had to come up with a list of every physical feature I'm most attracted to in a woman, Isobel would miraculously,horribly, possess them all. She's a walking, talking embodiment of my most wicked, sordid fantasies, and I'm not strong enough to resist. My hand drifts to grip my cock, and my forehead thuds against the tile wall of the shower.
I surrender.
"Can I touch it, Daddy?" Whispers Isobel, her small breasts bare, pink nipples pebbled beneath my gaze. Cute and fucking sexy at the same time. She's standing in here with me, bathing suit in a heap on the bathroom floor, water streaming over her perfect curves.
I grunt, fighting to think ofanythingelse, but I'm too far gone. I can't see anything but her.
Gripping my shaft, I begin to work myself slowly as my eyes squeeze shut, surrendering. It's just a fantasy. I might be a dirty old man, but I'm not hurting anyone. I'll get this,her, out of my system.
"Yes, sweetheart. You can touch it." I lean back against the shower wall, watching as her hand wraps around my shaft, stroking me up and down. I'm so thick there's a gap between her thumb and fingers, and I groan, imagining how good it will feel to have her sweet pink hole stretched around my dick. A drop of precum gathers at my slit, and Isobel drops to her knees, licking it away with a happy little moan.
She likes what she does to me, likes giving just as much as I like taking. That side of me has been sleeping for a long time, but seeing her like this makes me think things, want things….
I weave my fingers into her hair and guide her mouth over my length, thrusting lazily. "That's it," I grunt when her hands come up to grip the base of my shaft, stroking in time with my thrusts. Already my balls are tightening, ready to spill a full load down her throat, but I'm nowhere near finished with her yet.
Pulling her head back, I gaze down at the beautiful girl kneeling in front of me, her puffy lips parted, and eyebrows knit together in worry. "Did I do something wrong?" She asks self-consciously.
I smirk, pull her to her feet and turn us, pressing her back against the shower wall.
The room is steaming up around us, and hot water cascades over our bodies. I take her breasts in my hands, teasing her hard little nipples. "Not at all. You were doing very well, making me feel so good." Her breath catches at my praise, and fuck, I love that. Against her belly, my cock grows impossibly longer. "I'm going to fuck you now, Isobel. It's going to be a tight fit, you're going to be a little tender tomorrow, but we'll go nice and slow."
She gazes up at me with wide, trusting eyes, her arms twining around my neck. "I want you, Daddy."
She's fucking breathtaking. Every inch of her is smooth and tight and too goddamn young for me. I can't stop, though. I won't, not when she's looking at me like that. Slipping my hand between us, I cup her bare sex. Impossibly soft skin, sticky with arousal, greets my touch, and it's all I can do not to bend her over and fill her right now.
I hold myself back, though, determined to get her ready. Not taking my eyes off her face, I slip a single finger into her opening, groaning at how tightly her walls grip me. I've never felt anything like it, and I can't resist adding a second finger, fucking her slowly as she writhes against me, arching her back to take more.
"Daddy," She whines, her fingers biting my shoulders, "Judah, I need you, please-"
I'm not waiting anymore, not when it's so clear that we both need this. Leaning forward, I grip her thighs and lift her into a better position, her sex open and unguarded against my cock. She sucks in a ragged breath as I grip myself, guiding the fat head to press against her entrance. I should have fingered her for longer, stretched her out, and got her ready, but it's too late now. I'm nearly out of my mind with desire and the need to fuck my cum into her as deeply as possible. "Daddy-" Her words become a sharp cry as I thrust into her and-
"Fuck!"My roar echoes off the bathroom walls as I cum, long, thick spurts hitting the marble wall as my body seizes with pleasure. It goes on and on, the most powerful orgasm I've had in years, but when the last of it finally fades away, I don't feel the relief I normally do.
Like scratching the area right beside an unbearable itch, it wasn't quite what I needed.
Chapter Five
