Scarred Beauty(35)
“I want you to take me like this with you on top,” he said.
“I don’t know if I can do that.”
“Yes, you can. I want it.” He helped to lift her off his lap as he gripped the base of his shaft. She looked down and watched as he slid the weeping tip through her juices. She hadn’t found a release last time, but she was wet from his attention.
“Tilt your hips, and let me get my cock inside you.” Noelle did as he instructed and gasped as she slid down his length. From this position she felt as if he was in her stomach. The depth shocked her. She held onto his waist as he moved his hands to her hips. “I’m almost in. Just a little more.”
“You’re too big.”
“You took all of me last night. I just feel bigger because you’re on top. You’re in control, Elle. Take me.” He guided her down the last few inches. She cried out. “I’m in. Do you feel me in here?” He pressed a hand to her stomach above her pelvis. The press of his fingers intensified the feeling of him.
She stayed still, not moving to get herself used to being on top. From the position with her hands, he pressed her breasts together. Isaac cupped her tits in his hands and thumbed her nipples.
“Move when you’re ready. I’m your slave.”
Noelle liked the sound of that. Very slowly, she thrust her pelvis. He kicked inside her. Both of them cried out at their combined pleasure. Lifting up off him she moved back down on his shaft to get used to the feel of him. Isaac stared at her and waited for her.
“Come on, baby, take me. I’m yours.”
She found a pace which started out slow. The bliss from his hands on her body and the pleasure she found from being on top and in control were more than she could stand. Flinging her head back she fucked him.
“That’s it. Take your pleasure. Use me,” he said.
In his arms she felt like a woman. Nothing could take away the experience she had with him.
“Touch yourself,” he said.
“You touch me.”
She wanted his hands on her body.
“Are you ordering me?” he asked with a smile.
“You’re my slave, and as my slave you’d do what I ask.”
“Close your eyes.”
Noelle closed her eyes as he touched her clit. She cried out, squeezing her pussy around him. The tightness of her cunt wasn’t lost on her.
“Fuck. Do that again.”
She squeezed her pussy and he fingered her clit. She watched him lick his fingers and move back to her pussy.
Their pace sped up as the pleasure intensified.
“That’s it. I’m going to come, baby. Take me harder. I’m not going to spunk inside you until you grip me and I feel your cream soaking my dick.”
His naughty words held her captive. He flicked her clit, and she fell apart from his ministrations. With her climax she drove harder down on his cock, the pleasure making her forget about the bit of pain from having him at such an exposed angle. His hands on her hips took over everything as he pounded her pussy.
“Fuck,” he growled. He kicked inside her, and she felt the pulse as jets of his cum shot into her pussy. Biting her lip, she tried to keep the cry of pleasure.
“Let it go,” he said.
She screamed, collapsing on top of him, their skin coated in a sheen of sweat. Isaac held her through the emotions. Tears blurred her vision. Never had she felt so close to anyone as in the moments of release with Isaac.
“That was amazing,” she said.
“Thank you.”
He held her to him as she gained her breath. She didn’t want to move for fear it would break the connection between them, the connection far greater than the physical.
“I love you, Isaac.” She whispered the words not sure if he could hear them. Last night she hadn’t been sure. Spending the day she’d been able to come to terms with her thoughts and feelings. She knew without any doubt that Isaac owned her heart. What hurt her the most was she didn’t know his last name.
Chapter Sixteen
Three days later
Isaac sat in the bar and watched the gorgeous blonde eyeing him up. She’d been eating him for a good hour during his dinner reservations with a potential client. He’d bagged the case and would be flying back home soon. Staying for the week was what he’d chosen to do to avoid meeting Noelle. Their last visit had turned into something more than two people fucking. She was starting to mean more to him, and he couldn’t accept that.
Rubbing his chest, he drank the scotch down in one shot. Brad refused his phone calls, and Clark kept phoning him at every moment. He needed to have a clean break from Noelle. The words she’d whispered on their last night together kept playing inside his mind. She was twenty years younger than he and had her whole life ahead of her. She didn’t need to be marred by his reputation.