Chapter 16
Isabella was really scared because she thought his penis was too big and too long. She worried that having something like that inside her would hurt a lot.
"Good girl, I'll be gentle. Can you trust me?" Vitale was struggling. He felt like he'd explode if he didn't get inside soon.
"Okay, I trust you," Isabella finally pushed past her fear and let him enter slowly.
The moment Vitale went in, Isabella gasped, "Oh God, it hurts so much. Pull it out."
What had felt good moments ago now turned into pain. She felt so full inside, like she was being torn apart, aching and stretched.
Sensing her resistance, Vitale leaned down to kiss her. He sucked on her tongue, using his fingers to relax her down there, lightly scratching her clit with his nail to bring out pleasure. Once she was wetter, he started moving slowly.
As he moved, his actions were strong and undeniable, but he slowed down whenever he felt her tense up.
"Oh God, Vitale," Isabella couldn't help but cry out.
Vitale held her waist, lifting her up, thrusting quickly and hitting her G-spot directly. The aching pain turned into a tingling sensation, driving her wild and out of control.
Biting her lip and shaking her head, she wanted to kiss Vitale. He obliged, kissing her lips while thrusting fast. His tongue explored every part of her mouth, as if he wanted to devour her. The kiss moved from her lips to her neck, then down to her chest as he took one breast in his mouth while rubbing the other.
His teeth gently grazed her nipple, and he could hear her heavy breathing and moans of pleasure.
After thrusting for a while, Vitale suddenly pulled out. Isabella's eyes were still hazy. "Oh my God, why did you pull out? I feel so empty. Put it back in."
"Of course I will," Vitale said, his face flushed. He slapped her butt, telling her to turn around and face away from him.
Isabella knelt on the couch, one foot on the floor. Vitale held her waist and thrust in hard. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the living room.
"See it, my baby?" Vitale licked her ear and whispered.
"See what?" Isabella's mind was blank from the intensity. She just wanted to scream from the pleasure, but hearing her own voice made her feel shy, so she tried to hold back.
Vitale guided her hand to her stomach. "Look at the shape here. It's so beautiful."
Isabella felt his penis through her skin, the shape pressing against her belly. "Oh God, are you going to go right through me, Vitale?"
Suddenly, Vitale lifted her up straight, thrusting while standing. He came inside her with powerful, wild movements.
He felt satisfied and collapsed onto her back.
When he pulled out, Vitale noticed he was still hard.
He had Isabella lie on the dining table, pulling her body close to him.
As Vitale entered her again, Isabella gasped. His movements were strong and commanding, but he slowed down when he felt her tense.
"Look at me, Isabella," he commanded in a hoarse voice, forcing her to look at where they were joined. "Remember this moment. Remember how I'm taking you."
She saw her own dazed expression in his deep blue eyes, losing herself completely with each deeper thrust. When he released inside her, the hot sensation made her tremble all over.
"I'm thirsty," she whispered, her voice rough from the earlier passion.
Vitale chuckled softly and picked her up. As her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, he entered her again in that position. Isabella gasped, her nails digging into his strong shoulders.
"You're insane," she panted, feeling his presence inside her grow stronger with every step he took.
The short walk from the bedroom to the living room felt endless. Each step brought a new wave of sensation. Isabella buried her burning face in his neck, trying hard to suppress the moans about to escape.
"Let it out," Vitale whispered seductively in her ear. "I want to hear your voice."
When he finally heard her sweet moans, his movements turned wild. He pinned her against the wall, the new position making their connection even deeper. Isabella felt like she was being split open. When he released inside her a second time, she was completely drained.
But Vitale's desire seemed endless. After giving her water with his mouth, he pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling window.
"There's someone outside," Isabella panicked, noticing a patrolling guard passing by. Her body tensed instinctively.
"Oh God," Vitale groaned, "Are you trying to snap me in half?"
"They'll see us."
"They can't see inside from out there," he chuckled, speeding up. "You should find it thrilling."
As Vitale moved faster, Isabella finally gave in, letting her moans fill the room.
At the moment they reached climax together, Isabella turned and kissed him hard, as if wanting to carve him into her soul.
Isabella woke up in the morning light, her body feeling like it had been taken apart and put back together.
The velvet sheets still held traces of last night's madness. As she moved slightly, the soreness between her legs reminded her of what happened.
Vitale was truly like the cheetah tattooed on his body—graceful and tireless, showing her the rawest side of desire.
Memories flooded back, filled with embarrassing details.
How Vitale had pinned her to the carpet in front of the dim fireplace.
How he made her tremble at the oak desk in the study.
And finally, how, amidst her half-pleading, half-yearning whimpers, he had her kneel by the bed, guiding her to take all of him.
Those images made the just-awakened Isabella feel hot all over again.
"Oh God," she moaned softly, not just from the physical soreness, but from realizing how bold she had been.
She forced herself out of bed despite the discomfort, finding her emergency contraceptive pills in her scattered bag and swallowing them with leftover mineral water from last night.
Vitale's skill was almost alarming. His toned body, besides the cheetah tattoo, had a few faint scars silently telling stories of a life she hadn't been part of.
Isabella liked his penis and was addicted to the pleasure he brought, but the unknown meant risk.
She needed to find time to go to a clinic for a full check-up. It wasn't about distrust, but about being responsible for herself.
Walking into the bathroom, the mirror made Isabella gasp.
From her neck to the inside of her thighs, there were rosy hickeys blooming everywhere, especially on her chest and inner thighs, the most private spots, as if marking ownership.
Isabella closed her eyes, and the sensations from last night washed over her again.
How Vitale's hot tongue had licked and teased her most sensitive spot, bringing wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure.
That skill and dedication were something a selfish guy like Chris had never given her.
A complicated sense of relief crept into Isabella's heart.
At least her precious first time was given to a man who truly knew how to please a woman and seemed to enjoy it.
As Isabella got dressed and prepared to slip away quietly, she heard Vitale's low voice from the balcony, seemingly dealing with some tricky business.
A thought crossed her mind.
Her first time was already given to him, the bet was fulfilled. Shouldn't she leave now?