Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 15909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
"But Dante, the party...."
"Fuck the party." I turn her around and push her forward, bending her over the desk. Isla grips the far edge with both hands as I run my hands up her legs and under the skirt of her dress, pushing it up over her hips to reveal the pale lavender matching panties. I grind against her, and the sound she makes from the contact is desperate, needy, and it goes straight to my already hard dick.
"I want to fuck you, Isla," I tell her, reaching around to slide my hand into her panties and find her clit. She moans when my fingers slip through her soaked folds, rolling her hips back towards me.
"Oh god," she whimpers, "Please..."
"But I need to hear you beg for it."
She looks over her shoulder at me, and I can see the indecision there, but Isla wants it. I can see it written all over her face.
"Say it, Isla."
"Please, Dante."
It's not enough. "Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours."
I stroke her faster, circling her clit. Isla pushes her hips back further, her chest pressing against the table. I lean forward to kiss a line up her neck, savoring the taste of her skin. She's close to coming, and I keep my fingers moving on her clit, knowing how to push her over the edge.
"Tell me who you belong to."
"You," she pants, her body beginning to tremble, "I'm yours, Dante."
"Now tell me what you want," I lean forward to nip at her ear, my body covering hers, "In detail, sweet Isla".
"I want you to fuck me." Her words are breathless, and I know she's close to coming. "Please, Dante, please fuck me."
I release her and step back, ignoring her gasp of surprise. When she turns to look at me, her face is flushed and her hair is coming loose from the intricate style it had been in, and she looks utterly fucking wrecked. I've never seen anything more beautiful.
"Panties off," I order. "Leave your heels on."
Isla slips them off and tosses them aside before turning back to me. I'm already unbuckling my belt, pulling my cock out. Isla's eyes go wide as she watches, and I stroke myself a few times, just to feel her eyes on me. I know I'm big, big enough to be intimidating, but Isla doesn't balk. She bites her lip, nervous but needy, and the sight of her pink tongue is almost enough to make me lose control.
But I don't. I have to take care of Isla first, give her what she needs.
I grab her hips, turning her around so she's facing me. I need to see her expression when I fill her up. She spreads her legs for me, and I grab her knees, pushing her back just enough to have her at the perfect angle. She's soaked, her swollen clit peeking out, and I step forward, still clutching my cock as I run it over that bundle of nerves, making her cry out. I do it again, and again, until she begs without even being asked.
"Please fuck me, Dante," she whimpers. "I can't take it."
"As you wish," I say, guiding my cock to her entrance. I sink in slowly, inch by inch, watching her face. She’s so hot and wet and tight that it’s hard to concentrate on anything else but filling her up. Nothing has ever felt so good.
Isla’s mouth drops open in a silent moan, and I give her all the time she needs to adjust, even if it takes every bit of control in me.
Once I'm fully seated inside her, I pause, letting her get used to the feeling. "Good girl," I murmur, reaching down to stroke her clit. Isla keens, and I know she's ready. "You're going to come for me, Isla, and then I'm going to fuck you hard and fast until I come inside of you."
Her only answer is a soft gasp as I pull out and sink home again, keeping my fingers moving on her clit. When she reaches up to wrap her arms around my neck, I pull her against my chest, my mouth claiming hers as I fuck her. The angle makes her sounds of pleasure grow more and more desperate, and I can feel her inner walls spasming around my cock. Isla pulls away from our kiss to bury her face against my shoulder, legs wrapping around me as if she can't get enough.
"Don't stop," is all she can say as I piston into her, "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop..."
She doesn't finish the thought before her climax crashes over her, and I keep going, fucking her through her orgasm and prolonging it until she's shaking in my arms. Then I slow, kissing her deeply and thoroughly before whispering against her lips, "My turn."
I hike her dress even higher around her hips as I push her back on the desk again, her back flat to the wood as I fuck her just the way I need to—hard and fast and punishing. There's nothing soft about the way I'm pounding into her, but she doesn't seem to mind. Her fingers are digging into my forearms where she grips me, and every few seconds, her eyes close tight as she bites her lip. She's not screaming, but the room is filled with the sound of her panting moans and my heavy breathing, along with the wet slapping of skin on skin.