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My body wants her more than I’ve wanted any other woman.
I can't make myself stop from sliding down her body. I shove my pants down low enough to expose my cock and balls, hard enough to feel the twinge of pain I know will dissipate once I’m buried in her.
“We don’t have all day, Mr. Assante. Are you going to fuck the bitch or not?”
That wasn’t Drago speaking, though, but one of the others.
And it doesn’t matter. None of it matters. Only Isabella and the way she starts to shiver, how she starts to reach for me before she grabs the rug again to keep herself still. Dick in hand, I work the head against her slit. Then I grip her hips with the opposite hand and surge inside her to the hilt.
She screams at the intrusion, her head tilting back, her hair spread out behind her.
Her pussy clenches around me to the point where I have to bite my tongue to keep from coming right there. I’m big, and she hasn’t had the proper time to adjust to the size. I can’t hold back.
I reach up to pull her hair, my fingers crushing the silk strands and, bracing with the other hand, I pull out. Just far enough to give her a moment of breathing room before I shove back inside. The floor is hard beneath my knees despite the carpet, but soon, none of it matters. Not a damn thing matters as I slip into her wetness, grunting like an animal.
Then Isabella arches up into me, even as I tighten my hold on her hair, and the pleasure is too great to describe. Her name is on my lips with each punishing thrust. She might be a bitch, and she might be a menace, but in this instant, she’s mine. Every piece of her.
There’s pain, yes, but her pussy strokes my length and makes me harder still. I shift back to grab her thighs and haul her up, changing the position to fuck her deeper.
I slide inside, and my balls slap her ass. Again and again. Every thrust brings a new sound from her throat, but my favorite is the low moan. The one she makes when I slam home with such force it takes her by surprise.
I love the way she reacts to me.
Women who lay there like dead fish make for bad partners.
Isabella responds and meets my movements with her own. She throws her head back whenever I hit an especially deep spot and cries out if something feels good. There's no hiding her emotions. Not when she’s in the throes of passion.
I’m not deep enough for my pleasure, though. Not nearly.
Oh, it’s fucking fantastic to feel her this way, to take her on her back where I can watch her face shift and change, see the way her eyes roll back. Her expressive nature makes the experience so much better because I see, I feel how much she wants me.
It’s mutual, but I want even more.
I pull out of her, angling my body to hide my glistening cock as I flip her onto her stomach. I haul her hips up high and drag her pussy back to meet me, spearing into her from behind. She lurches forward with a harsh cry, and her hands slap down against the carpet.
“Yeah, baby,” I grunt as I keep her in place. Fucking her ruthlessly, brutally, every thrust resulting in a little cry.
This is a much better position to touch her, too. With one hand on her hip, digging into her skin hard enough to leave bruises, I reach around to finger her clit.
She’s throbbing and swollen, and her pussy is shaved in its entirety. Which makes it much easier for me to find the right spot, as though I hadn’t had enough practice with it. Yes, the rest of the room fades. There is only Isabella on her knees with her legs as wide as they can go.
Every upward motion of my hips drives her forward, and I have to force myself to slow down so she won’t get rug burn on her legs.
I press a little harder against her clit and feel an answering clench from her internal muscles.
The right spot.
A little more pressure, and she contracts around me, gripping my cock and milking me through her orgasm. Her head drops down to the rug for a brief moment, every part of her trembling, but I’m not done with her. Not by a long mile.
I’ve waited too long for this to blow my load in a few minutes. I want to make it last and drag out both of our pleasures. Rather than letting up, I keep the tempo and continue to stroke tight circles around her clit.
“Ricardo—” Even her voice trembles. “It’s too much.”
I shake my head even though she can’t see me. “I want you to come for me again.”
“I’m not a multiple kind of girl,” she manages to get out through clenched teeth, or so it sounds.
“You are with me.”
