Scarred Beauty(29)

Picking her up in his arms, he felt the weight of her. A protective instinct overcame him. He wanted to be the one to make sure she was always taken care of.

Isaac laid her in the centre of the bed. He wanted to take her to his place, but to do so could ruin what she felt for him.

He took off his watch and the remaining bits of clothing he had on. When he took her he wanted nothing to separate them. Not clothing or condoms. Skin to skin. He knew he ran the risk of getting her pregnant by not using a condom, but he’d run a check on her.

It was another thing he hated about himself. While she remained in the dark about him, he knew almost everything there was to know about her.

He grabbed her hand and bought it to his lips. He kissed each of her fingers, then her knuckles, then laid a fleeting kiss in her palm. Placing her hand above her head, he took her lips, plunging his tongue inside her mouth and coaxing a response from her.

The pleasure from her response shook him to the core. Elle would be his first virgin. He’d taken many women to bed. All of the women he’d taken were experienced in sex and fucking. With Elle, he was the teacher.

For most of his adult life he’d made it a rule to never seduce a virgin, and yet here he was anticipating popping her cherry. He hated the way he sounded to himself. Grazing his hands along her arms he settled over her tit. Tweaking the nipple, he had her writhing underneath him from the pleasure he created.

“That feels so good,” she said with a gasp when he pulled away from her lips.

“I’m only getting started.”

Moving over her, Isaac opened her legs and gazed down at her pussy. Her blonde pubic hair was covered with her cream. Staring up into her eyes, he was taken aback by the trust in her eyes. It was the one emotion he rarely saw in anyone else.

He kissed her on the lips and trailed kisses down her body. He licked, nibbled and sucked as he travelled down her neck to her breasts. He couldn’t resist devoting some time to the full mounds. Her tits were one of his favourite features, and he was determined that he would fuck her tits at some point.

Isaac wanted to share everything with her, including the pleasure which can be found in the rougher side of sex. By the time they left each other he would have claimed her completely. She wouldn’t be able to look at another man without thinking of him. Feeling like a total bastard, he grabbed her hips roughly with his nails digging in. He heard her wince and trailed down her body past her belly button until he was staring at her cunt.

Running his hands up and down her legs, he kept his gaze on her slit.

He slid his fingers through her lips and watched as her cream coated his fingers. She was so responsive. There was nothing fake or rehearsed in her voice. Her gasps were natural. Her hips thrust up to meet his hand.

“Please, Isaac,” she said.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I don’t know.” She whimpered with frustration. He wanted to taste more of her creamy juices. Going down until his face was directly above her pussy, he used his fingers to open her slit and reveal her hidden jewel.

Her clit swollen with desire, she cried out from the smallest of touches. He wouldn’t touch her cunt. Taking her virginity would be a treasure he would hold dear to his heart. Isaac fought the battle inside him to take her and claim what he’d never had before and the fight to give her the perfect night in his arms. The battle inside him was between the Isaac who’d gotten everything by being a ruthless bastard with no thought to other people’s feelings and the Isaac who he was in her company. A man of worth. A man who deserved to be with her.

Pressing his tongue to her clit he felt shake as he licked her. She had a beauty about her. His own scarred beauty. Most men would never see the true beauty that she was because they would only look at the surface. He looked beyond the beauty of her face and saw the purity in her heart. A woman with so much love to give it was almost unbearable to witness. He could be the very man who could earn her love.

He flicked her clit and ran his fingers up and down the piece of flesh between her entrance and clit. The pleasure she should get would drive her over the edge.

If what he heard about a woman’s first time was true then he needed her to be taken over by pleasure. The very thought of causing her pain disturbed him.

The sounds in the room were of her moaning and him licking her juices. She was dripping onto the sheet with her arousal. The pride he felt at being the cause gave him so much satisfaction. A couple more flicks of his tongue and she plunged over the edge with a scream.

He lifted over her body, took his leaking cock into his hand, ran the tip through her dripping slit before seating himself at her entrance. Isaac leaned over her, took hold of her hands and pressed them against the bed at her head.