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“Seems to me I have a personal problem. I can’t go a few hours without having you in my mouth.”
She isn’t wrong, either, because I feel the same way.
Her fingers play along my zipper. She slowly drags it down, and I’m hopeless against her. At this moment, the rest of the world melts away, and I can be whoever I want to be. I can be the kind of man who makes a woman like her happy.
Her gaze tracks every minuscule movement I make. Her eyes go hungry as she reaches into my boxers to take out my cock. I feel like the most powerful man in the world with her hand around me. Sitting up a little straight, I watch her work me, watch her bite her lower lip.
“Suck my cock, Isabella.” My fingers lace through her hair, not hard enough to control her, dominate her. Only to keep her in place as she adjusts her position, getting up close and personal with my erection. “Suck my cock like a good little slut.”
It’s not the most romantic thing to say, but we’re not the kind of people who want sweet talk. I know it by the adorable smile lifting the corners of her lips as she reaches for me, grabbing me by the base. She places my mushroom tip against her lips and laps at me. Just a quick flit of her tongue against my slit, catching my precum. She licks her lips, glancing up at me and making sure I’m watching her every movement as she sucks me into her mouth. The first pull of pressure is exquisite torture.
There is so much more to her than I ever wanted to think. She draws me deeper yet until I hit the back of her throat, and tears start to turn her eyes to glass.
I love the way she looks when she’s gagging on me. She keeps her hands moving in a hard rhythm, squeezing my shaft tightly as she works her tongue around the underside. Everything I am and ever have been craves her.
She slides me between her teeth, moist and tantalizing, before she pulls back. A slight chuckle vibrates through her and into me, and I force myself to relax my grip on her hair, not wanting to bruise the back of her throat by going too hard. Not this time, anyway.
This needs to be softer. She deserves softness.
She works me in time with her hand to the point where I’m bucking and gulping down greedy lungfuls of air. The look she gives me, from underneath those long dark lashes…
“Isabella, I lo?—”
The end of the sentence never comes. Not when she sucks me deeper yet.
At the end of my control, I thrust into her mouth, again and again, until she moans around me. My balls tighten with release too close.
“I love fucking your mouth,” I grunt.
She meets every thrust of my hips, every stroke. Her teeth graze the top of my shaft, and I almost come on instinct. We don’t have time to draw this out, but I’m not going to come on her face. Not going to waste this moment on oral when there is so much more I want to do to her. For her.
I pull her off of me right before I explode, her mouth releasing with a little pop. Tears stream down her cheeks, and my instincts are telling me to plunge, to fuck her so hard the walls will reverberate when she screams my name.
I force my movements to slow, however, when I angle her onto the bed and remove her clothes one by one. First, the shirt and her bra, followed by the trousers and her soaked-through panties. With her eyes on me, I shrug out of my suit until we’re both naked with each other.
For the first time.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders to bring me down on top of her, and I nudge her legs open to allow myself room to cradle at her core.
“Ricardo? Look at me, please.”
I fight off the devastating need to claim her and spare a moment to meet her gaze. The heat rolling off of her will scorch me. The head of my cock prods against her opening, and a small pant erupts out of her. I stop, bracing on my elbows when her legs wrap around my waist, and one of her hands grips my ass.
An attempt to get me closer.
Slowly, inch by inch, I flex my hips and slide into her bareback.
Isabella stills beneath me but holds my gaze through each tiny thrust. When she least expects it, I pound home, stretching and filling her until she moans.
Her breath mingles with mine.
A small kiss before I bury my head at her neck and pull out, only to slam home. A small groan escapes, and I pound her farther back into the bed, our bodies moving together and her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood.
My love.
I set the pace this time, but Isabella refuses to let me slow, tireless as she matches my movements. She cranes her head to look between us and watch me fuck her with thick, hard glides. Her pussy tightens around me.
I reach my hand down to flick against her clit and build her orgasm. It’s only fair. I want to see her just as undone as how I feel when I’m around her. And the way she clenches on me, tightening around me with each thrust, I know she’s close.
