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I’m not accepting anything less than two, and if I can push her for three, I’m going to try. I pull out until only the head of my cock is nestled in her folds and slowly slide back until I reach my hilt, filling her. Slow and steady to take her by surprise and a circling of my hips before I slam home.
She cries out again, and the second orgasm isn’t too far from the first.
Getting Isabella off is the highlight of my life, and I’m not afraid to admit it. She clamps down on me harder and arches her ass up, balanced on her elbows. She’s close to collapse, her body used, and her energy spent.
My own orgasm looms close enough for me to taste it, and a few more pumps has me spilling my load inside of her. My balls tighten, spasming until I empty every last drop.
It takes more than a few seconds to come down from the high, and when I open my eyes, I see her looking at me over her shoulder, red-faced and her lips bruised. This is how I want to remember her, always. I take a mental snapshot and stuff it deep into my memory bank. I’ve seen her look polished and poised, spitting mad and hotheaded, but I’ve never seen her at this level of contentment. This is how Isabella should always look.
I’m breathing harder than a bellow at a blacksmith’s, and she’s much the same. Something changed in the long look we shared. Something I’m unable to put my finger on, but it’s there, and I know, if I prod it a little harder?—
Muffled laughter sounds from the couch. “Well, that was quite the spectacle you put on.”
The voice breaks me out of the post-sex stupor, and I glance up sharply in time to see the man beside Drago pocketing his cell phone. The entire thing was filmed.
He catches me watching the movement and offers a thin-lipped smile. The edges tweak high for only a moment before the gesture settles back into a more familiar scowl.
“My congratulations.” He grabs the crystal, takes a sip of scotch before he sets it aside, and gives us both a small round of applause. “It seems I’ve underestimated you on multiple levels, Mr. Assante. I’ll make you a promise: it won’t happen again.”
I slide my cock out of Isabella, slick with her juices and my cum. Drago keeps his gaze on my eyes, and we both hold eye contact as I slowly tuck my spent dick back into my pants. The slow snick of the zipper is the only sound.
“Now it’s time for me to see what I can do with both of you,” Drago adds.
I’m reluctant to move, to leave Isabella so raw and exposed for these fucking creatures. Instead, I brace myself on my hands to take most of my weight off of her. Her dress is too far away for me to reach without moving, but she makes the decision for both of us, scrambling for the fabric and pressing it to her chest.
But Drago is not going to touch her now. None of them will.
16
ISABELLA
Ricardo’s cum drips down the inside of my legs as he helps me to my feet, retaining hold of my hand only long enough for me to catch my balance again. My legs are weak, wobbly as a colt’s, and it takes me a long moment to feel the familiar control I’m used to.
He’s undone me.
He’s claimed me in a primal way that leaves me with the imprint of him in my throbbing core, and I wonder how long the sensation will last. Whether it will disappear by the end of the evening or linger with me for the next few days, a week.
If anyone will ever come close to making me feel this way again.
Then reality trickles back as steadily as his seed, and my heartbeat is timed to the men’s laughter. Shifting my head to hide behind my hair only does so much in terms of ignoring them, especially when it’s impossible to miss the physical sensation of their eyes on my nakedness.
Ricardo drops my hand to give me space to move, and I bend, crouching at my knees to step into my dress. I pull the fabric up my body without bothering to replace my panties. Wherever they are, let them lay. I don’t want to see them again.
I still can’t breathe easily once I'm covered.
I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to again.
“I will be in touch with both of you to discuss your usefulness to me,” Drago adds flippantly. He’s content to lounge on the couch with his arms splayed over the back and his expression bored, not even slightly amused once the show ends.
He’s done with both of us at this point. Our climax was his to share as well.
My body remembers the earlier orgasm and my breathy cries, but standing in the chill of the room, despite the fire, they all shift too far away for me to hold now. A different life and a different woman.
What did I do?
And what will my father think of me if the video ever gets out there? Shame settles inside my chest, expanding with each inhalation and contracting on the exhale, but ever-present.
“Don’t run off. Whatever you do, make sure you stick around. It will only be worse for you if you try to disappear.”
