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Each time my fingers or erection brush against her wet entrance, the memory of how snugly she enveloped me when I penetrated her two nights ago floods back. The sensation of her slick juices coating my finger as she came all over them and the intoxicating taste of her nectar when my tongue dipped into her pussy has me craving for more.
Jesus, just watching the way her head tilted back and her eyes glazed, her white teeth biting her lip, and her body tensed and arched when her orgasm shook through her and she cried out, nearly had me blowing my load in my pants. I had to fight the urge to drop to my knees, lift that satin skirt higher, and lap up the sweet juice I knew would be leaking from her pussy.
God, Isabella is magnificent! I can feel her tremble against me. I let her lie on my chest for a few minutes. I hold her, kissing her hair, stroking her back, but keeping my erection firmly between her legs pressed against her mound. A clear message that there is more to come, and this tender moment is just that—a moment.
I could tell when Isabella recognized she was losing control and that her struggle had shifted from battling against me to fighting her own awakened desires. Nonetheless, my little hellcat clung to her remaining resolve and regal defiance through the heady fog of desire.
When Isabella finally gave over, she did so with wanton abandon, owning her need like a queen while I watched her grinding herself into an orgasm on my hand.
I don’t ever want to break her fiery spirit, and I look forward to the many days and delicious nights of battle with her. But Isabella has to resign herself to the fact that she is now my wife. Her life is mine now.
I want all of her—mind, body, and soul. I will not settle for less from her, and she will have to learn her place and that I’m the one in charge of this relationship. While I love her spirit, if kept unchecked, it could cost lives, including her own.
I draw in a silent breath and step back from her, pushing her away from me. Her eyes lift towards mine, and they are filled with a wariness like a deer watching a lion from a distance.
I hold her gaze as I lift her long amazing legs and hook them around my waist before lifting her so I can pull the long dress up to her waist, giving me better access to her pussy. Running my hands up her bare thigh, I grab and tear off her lacey underwear. Hearing her suck in a breath, I drop the now ripped underwear onto the floor.
Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are still dark pools of desire. My index fingers open and brush along her pussy lips before slipping inside. She’s sopping wet and slick as my thumb slides into her tight juicy passage, and my other finger starts to twirl and tap her swollen clit.
A low groan escapes her lips, “Oh fuck.” She bites her lip while leaning back on the desk. I can see her eyes start to take on a sensual glaze of ecstasy.
My cock starts to throb and twitch, reaching out toward her. I kiss her cheek to her ear as my thumb and forefinger work in unison on her wetness below. One is plunging into her, and the other is stroking her clit, still sensitive from her last orgasm. I kiss the side of her cheek to her and whisper. “Does your sopping wet pussy want my cock?”
“Oh god, yes, yes,” Isabella moans. “Please, fuck me, Andrey. I need you inside me.”
I stop moving my hand, and she lets out a painful guttural. “NO! Please don’t stop. I can’t stand it.”
“Do you want to feel my cock inside you, princess?” I ask her again.
She stares into my eyes with the look of a person on edge at the point of breaking. But I can see she knows what I want her to say.
Isabella swallows, nods, and says, “Yes, Andrey, I do. I want your cock in my sopping wet pussy.”
“That’s my queen,” I tell her, kissing her while removing my pants, freeing my rock-hard cock.
Her eyes devour me, and her hand reaches for it. Closing over the shaft, she massaged it while pulling me close. “Fuck, I love the feel of your soft hands me.”
“I want to taste you again.” Isabella’s words are soft.
Oh, Fuck me! Her words are erotic as they are innocent, and I want nothing more than to feel her mouth on me and watch her plump lips wrapped around my dick, sucking me dry. But I’m also aware that we don’t have much time.
“I promise you, princess,” I say, moving closer, and this time using my thumb on her clit while sticking my middle finger inside her, and her pussy walls clamp around. Jesus, she’s so responsive. I just hope that I don’t go off like a fucking green teenager the minute I enter her. “Tonight, you and I are going to explore every inch of each other while I introduce you to more sensual pleasure.”
“O… O…” Isabella’s eyes widen as I replace my finger with the tip of my cock and start to push inside her. “Oh… so…” She moves her head side to side, licking her lips, her breathing becoming erratic, and she pushes her hips toward me. I give a little thrust and stop as I hit her cervix and hold for a few minutes. “Oh shit… shit, that feels incredible. I feel so full.”
Isabella is leaning back on her hands, arching her back and thrusting her hips to accept my cock into her wet tight warmth. She clamps her legs tighter around me, pulling me closer.
“Fuck you’re still so tight,” I groan, starting to move slowly. “So fucking good.” I wrap my hands around her ass, teasing her bum cheeks. My movements get a little harder, harder, and soon, I’m slamming into her.
“Fuck yes, yes, yes.” Isabella’s voice is rising. “Fuck me hard. I need you deeper, deeper!”
Her thighs tighten around me. Her hands are now on my shoulders as she moves with me. I watch her tits jiggle as I pound into her. Her head is tilted back, and strands of lush dark tendrils have escaped her chignon. I lean forward to kiss the long, elegant line of her exposed neck. I feel myself building and building, but I don’t want to cum yet.
I can feel her pussy walls start to contract and tighten around my cock. Isabella builds to a crescendo. She’s about to cum, and I pull out, getting rewarded with an agonizing scream that sounds like it’s ripped from her throat.
“Noooooooooo!” Isabella’s startled eyes search mine. “Oh, please, no.” Her voice is soft, and I can see her eyes start to tear up. “Why?” A small sob escapes her throat. “Why?’
“Shh, princess.” I smile gently, unhook her legs from around me, put my hands on her waist, and pull her from the desk. “Trust me. You’ll have what you want soon.”
