Chapter 18 Not ashamed
Isabella POV
I was too turned on to be ashamed. I’d had that big cock twice, and now I looked forward to it. I craved the stretching he gave me, the intense fullness no other man could provide.
He was thick like a tree trunk, but I’d always
liked a challenge. He lifted me up his body then pointed the head of his cock at my entrance before he slowly pushed me down his length.
It took him a second to get his thick crown inside me, to push through my tight slit and begin the journey into my wet and tight cunt. He moaned when he was halfway inside, his eyes closing for a brief moment as he clenched his jaw.
He looked so hot when he did that. I moved farther down, managing to get his entire length inside me, even if it hurt a little bit. I stretched my legs wider apart and hooked my ankles over his thighs. His balls were at my ass and his warm body suddenly flushed with heat. It was unmistakable how wet I was…because he was easier to get inside that time.
He pressed his face close to mine then dug his hand into my hair. He didn’t kiss me, but he examined my face with the scorching intensity that made me tremble. His fat cock was inside me, and now he possessed me in a way he
never had before. He claimed me deeper, harder. He was making me pay for my freedom, making me pay for being allowed to live. “This pussy…Jesus.”
He crushed his mouth over mine and gave me a hard kiss, a searing kind that made my fingertips light on fire. He ended it just as quickly and then guided my hips up. “Fuck me, baby.”
I pressed my hands against his chest as an anchor and moved up and down, riding his big cock from tip to base. I had to work my legs and ass more because he was bigger than average, but I didn’t mind the exertion. I loved
the way it felt inside me, to feel so much blood stretched inside my pussy.
He rested against the headboard and watched me, wearing that concentrated expression that made him look innately sexy. There was a shadow under his jaw, and his chest rose and fell with his deep breaths.
He promised he would make me forget about all the boys I’d ever been with, and I wanted to make him forget all the women he bedded before me, not because I was possessive or jealous, but because I wanted to have my own
power.
So I ran my fingers through my hair as I rode him, played with my tits, and touched myself in ways that would excite any man. I looked him in the eye and made the quiet noises men loved to hear.
His jaw clenched harder and harder, his resistance waning. His cock thickened in me a little further. “Damn.”
His body stopped grinding against me, and he sucked in a deep breath. His eyes intensified, shocked by what I’d just done. This time, when he moaned, he sounded more like a bear than a man. “You’re fucking with me.”
“Is it working?” I kept riding his cock, pushing that thickness inside me and smearing my cream all over him. I held on to his shoulder for balance, my face just inches from his. I could feel his breath fall on me. He only moaned in response.
I kept riding his dick with my finger in my ass, feeling his breaths come out shakier. He was barely holding on, wanting to come much sooner than he anticipated.
I wanted to come too, but I also wanted to prove a point. He was so arrogant, and I would love to put him in his place just once. But he resisted and kept rocking into me from underneath. He grabbed my hips and started to guide me differently, forcing me to rub my clit right against his pelvic bone. The stimulation tested my resistance. I didn’t want to come, but I also did want to come.
And since I’d never come as hard as I did when his dick was inside me, I let it happen. And it was so fucking good. Like the Fourth of July between my legs. I screamed in his face, lost control of my thrusts, and dug my nails so deeply into his skin I left marks behind.
My pussy nearly broke his dick with the constriction, and I writhed uncontrollably like I lost all control over my body. It was even better than last time. When I opened my eyes to look at him again, he wasn’t gloating. That intense expression had deepened, and his hands gripped me with more intensity. His
body wanted to slip away and join me in the throes of passion, but he hung on, wanting to keep going because he was a stubborn man who didn’t fail to prove a point.
“Baby.” Whenever he said my pet name, he said it with such masculine possessiveness. I never let any other man call me that, and Dante was the first one who refused to listen. “You’re one hell of a woman.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” I turned my body around, keeping his dick inside me as I faced the other way. My ass was turned toward him, and I kept grinding against his cock as I fingered myself deep and harder, making sure I kept my back arched and my posture right.
He heaved a deep breath in frustration. “Fuck. Me.” I held on to his muscled thigh as I moved his dick in and out of me. I moved harder, picking up the pace and working up a serious sweat. His dick was so long I had to work my thighs to raise myself up and sheathe him over and over. I pressed my finger deep inside me, knowing he was staring at every little thing I did.
When I felt his cock thicken inside me just a little more, I knew I won. He gripped my hips and pulled me down his length until I was sitting on him. Then he came loudly, his cock pulsing inside me as he released all his seed.
My face was turned away, so I didn’t have to hide my expression out of shame. I didn’t have to pretend not to enjoy the feeling of all his come filling me until I was completely stretched apart. I closed my eyes and enjoyed our come mixing together. He rested his forehead against the back of my neck, his hands still gripping my hips. He breathed deeply, working through the intense emotion that just rocked him from head to toe. He pressed a kiss to the back of my neck as his
cock slowly softened inside me. His fingers dug a little deeper before he finally released me. “You need to work on stretching that asshole more. My dick will be next.