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He grinned. “Gotta get you ready first, though.” As he sat back, he looked around. “Where’s the lube?”
“My bag. Hang on.” Somehow, my legs stayed under me long enough to find the bottle I’d tucked into my shaving kit.
I handed it to Isaiah, and he sat up a little so his shoulders were against the headboard. As he put some lube on his hand, he beckoned to me. “Come up here.”
I did, and he tugged me in until he took my dick easily between his lips.
“Oh, fuck…” I brace a hand on the headboard. “God, that’s—holyfuck!” The slick fingertip teasing my hole almost knocked me over. “Isaiah…”
He hummed around me cock as he glanced up at me, and it was a genuine miracle I didn’t topple onto the mattress. This was pure bliss. The view was amazing—my dick sliding in and out of Isaiah’s eager mouth—and the things he was doing had me losing my damn mind. His lips and tongue were magic. So were his fingers. I had to keep a death grip on the headboard just to stay upright as he fuckingliquefiedme.
“Isaiah…” I gasped. “Please. I need… You’re gonna make me come.”
He hummed again, sounding incredibly pleased with himself.
“I want… I want…” I let my head fall back as I shuddered hard. “Baby. Fuck me.Please.”
He ran his tongue down the length of my dick, then slipped his fingers free as he looked up at me and purred, “Get on your back.”
I moved like a coach had just given an order. Isaiah grabbed the lube, and I stroked my cock slowly as he positioned himself between my thighs.
“Don’t you dare get yourself off,” he said in a low growl.
“I won’t,” I promised. “Just…” I bit my lip as I watched him stroking lube onto his own cock. “God, I want you.”
Surprise flickered across his face. For a second, I was shocked—I was laid out on the bed, rock hard and lubed up, legs apart and begging for his dick. Was there any doubt that I wanted him?
But then I caught up. Yeah, there was some doubt. Because everyone had him convinced he wasn’t worthy.
“Please,” I whispered, holding his gaze as I gave myself a few more slow pulls. “Fuck me.”
Isaiah licked his lips. He put the lube aside, and I damn near came as he started guiding himself in.
“No hands,” he growled. “Don’t want you to come yet.”
I let go and showed my palms. “I’m all yours, baby.”
Wonder in his eyes. Fuck. How muchhadpeople battered his self-esteem for him to still be this shocked after we’d had sex so many times? After he’d turned me into a shaking, pleading wreck almost every night?
I mentally flipped them all off as Isaiah started to push in.
Then he was inside me, and my mind went blissfully blank except for how good he felt and how sexy he was. I almost cried as he sank deeper into me. I was so keyed up, so utterly turned on, I could barely stand it, and he wasn’t about to relent. He took me slowly. Withdrew just as slowly. Eased back in again.
My whole body trembled. The room was spinning. Thank God I was on my back, because no way in hell would I have been able to hold myself up.
He rocked in and out a few times, finding a smooth, steady rhythm that was both addictively perfect and excruciatingly slow. I wanted this. I wanted it harder. I wanted him to ride me until we were both crying from the intensity. I wanted him to rail me until we were both crying from the bliss and pain.
I just wanted him. This. All of it. Oh, fuck, he felt so good.
“Do you want it like this?” he whispered, his warm breath gusting past my ear. “Or do you want it hard?”
I reached back and felt around for the edge of the mattress. As I hooked my hands over it, I murmured, “Hard.”
His low groan was pure music. He started to slowly pull out again. “Hard? Yeah?”
“Uh-huh.” I licked my lips. “Please. Give—”
He slammed into me hard enough to knock a grunt out of himself and the breath out of me. Before I’d recovered from that, he did it again. Then again. Oh, Jesus, this was… I was used to “hard” meaning “plow into me as fast and deep as possible.” This? A slow slide out followed by a punishing thrust inside?
