Scarred Beauty(31)

“Stay still. I’ll clean you up.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Yes, I do.” He kissed her on the lips before he moved from the bed. Seeing the blood of her innocence had struck a chord inside him. He’d taken something precious, something that she couldn’t pass onto anyone else.

He went to the small bathroom on the opposite side of the room. He found a small towel. Rinsing the towel under warm water, he went back in to see her sitting up.

“Lie down,” he said as he approached.

She leaned back against the pillows. He applied the warm towel to her pussy, soaking up some of the blood and semen while he did.

“I’m sorry.”

Isaac glanced up to see her staring at him with tears in her eyes.

“Don’t be sorry. What you’ve given me is a gift, and I’ll cherish it always.”

“Isn’t that a little old? I thought treasuring a woman’s virginity was a little outdated.” She smiled, but he could see it was forced.

“I’m an older guy, and I still treasure it.” He rinsed the cloth of the blood and semen and bought it back to lie on her red pussy.

Isaac lay next to her, wrapping his hands around her. “I want to hold you.”





Chapter Fourteen





Noelle woke up the following morning, and her body ached, especially between her thighs. She felt an arm over her waist, and when she turned over she saw Isaac watching her.

“Good morning,” he said.

“Morning.” She felt the blush heat her cheeks.

“Last night I was inside you, and this morning you blush?” She knew he was teasing, but at the mention of the night before she felt the heat in her cheeks intensify.

“I guess I thought last night was a dream.”

He reached down between the blankets and touched her mound. She gasped as his finger slid between her wet folds. She was shocked by how wet she was and how much she wanted him already.

“Well, I’m pleased to give you a good time.” He slid his fingers inside her body. She winced from the raw contact. “You’re still sore from last night?”

Reluctantly she nodded her head.

“Come on. I know it’s only a shower. Let’s get ready to leave.” Isaac pulled the blanket from her. She went to climb out of the bed, but he was there, lifting her up in his arms.

“You don’t have to carry me. I know I’m heavy.”

“I like you in my arms, Elle. You’re not too heavy for me. In fact you’re just right.” He carried her into the small bathroom. Placing her on the toilet, he began running the shower. She watched as he tested the water before carrying her into the stall. He placed her directly under the jets with him at her back. She’d never shared anything with a man, and in less than twenty-four hours she’s lost her virginity, slept in the same bed, and now was sharing a shower with the same man. She didn’t consider Brad in the same league. He was her friend, and there could never be any attraction between them.

She wet her hair as she heard him rustling around.

“They have fresh soap for us to use.” Isaac pulled her hair out of the way and began to soap her body with his hands. “I wouldn’t use their sponge.” She bit her lip as he moved down her body, soaping her body using his hands as a sponge. A moan escaped her as he soaped her breasts, tugging on her nipples.

“I didn’t know a sponge could do that,” she said.

“I’m a special sponge, and I want to hear you scream for me.” He teased each nipple having her panting in his arms before he moved down to her pussy. He used both of his hands to open her lips and tease her clit. The pleasure shot through her whole body. She grabbed onto the wall to keep herself upright.

Seconds later she shuddered as her release came. Isaac held her. She guessed it was to keep her from falling.

“Hold onto the wall,” he said. Isaac placed her hands flat on the wall bending her at the waist. “Don’t move.”

She stayed in the position he placed her. From the angle she wouldn’t have water splashing onto her face. The water cascaded onto her back and down. She felt his fingers on her ass opening her wide. She held her breath as he ran down past her ass to her cunt.

“You’re so wet and perfect. I know I should wait, but I want you again, Elle.” He replaced his fingers with his cock. She felt him press his large shaft inside her opening, his fingers digging into her ass.

A whimper escaped her when he slammed inside her. There was nothing gentle in the way he pressed every inch of himself inside.

“So fucking tight and hot,” he said. He held her hips as he plunged inside her. She cried out as he hit something deep, creating a thin line between pleasure and pain. The intensity of the sensation made every part of her skin sensitive. Wherever he touched she felt the extreme pleasure he was creating. The rapture was more than she could stand.