Chapter 191 ONE-HUNDRED AND NINETY-ONE

Chapter 191 ONE-HUNDRED AND NINETY-ONE


Lord, this felt so good.

She couldn't push him away, her hands were doing quite the opposite. One moment she was here with Derek and the next moment, she was in Alessandro’s arms, kissing him, melting into the warmth of his body. One hand on his shirt, and the other played with his hair, with her—grinding against him. 

Their tongues lashed against each other's as if they couldn’t get enough of each other. Like they needed all the time in the world to explore themselves.

Alessandro pressed his body into her, specifically his lower body, wanting her to feel just how turned on he was. And she could feel it, she could every inch of his hard cock.

“Alessandro…” she moaned into his mouth, tugging him closer.

“If he had kissed you, I would have killed him,” he admitted, pulling his mouth away from her, panting like he just ran miles. “I've wanted to do that since I saw you in those bloody damn tights.”

She was panting too, and her body wailed at the lack of contact. 

“You’re stalking me?!”

He lowered his eyes, his firm grip still around her waist keeping her close to him. “I am.”

She looked taken aback by the honest response. “Why?”

“Because I couldn't help it, and when I found out some sheep has been hovering around you, I had to find out who it was.”

“You're insane.”

“I'm in love and love makes one insane, so yes, I'm insane. I started a fucking war because of you.”

“Tell me you're joking.”

“I'm trying to mend my ways and stay honest with you. I'm not joking at all.”

“Why would you… why on earth would you start a war?”

“I was bored and losing my mind. I needed a distraction.”

Who starts a war because they are bored? Apparently, Alessandro.

He needed a distraction and so did she with Derek.

“And when I saw that nerd move close to you, it took everything in me not to tear him away from you and break all his bones. I'm improving… for you.”

She looked into his eyes. He was being dead serious.

“These…” he started, his palm sliding up her stomach, going upwards and stopping on her breasts. Then he grabbed a ripe swell,  squeezing.  “You've fucking teased me with these all night.”

A little moan escaped her lips, and she leaned into his touch. “You were watching me!” she accused again.

“I followed you from your new home.” he admitted, not bothered by her outburst. His lips traced the outline of her ear. “Don't push me away again… please. We can work this out. I’ll be a better husband, I promise on my mother’s grave. I can’t stand you with anyone else.”

“Shut up and touch me.”

Alessandro pressed her into the wall, pressing his body into her. His teeth scraped against the side of her neck. “I fucking need you,” he murmured, his hand sliding down to her thighs, slipping underneath her dress and resting on her now very soaked panties.

“Fuck, baby.”

There was a possibility that they could be caught doing this, but Isabelle didn't care. She was too fascinated by the idea of someone seeing them like this, that all reasonable thoughts flew out the window. A surge of excitement riled inside her, and every rational thought was replaced by pleasure-filled ones.

“Fuck baby, you're already wet,” he murmured into her ear, while he reached behind for the zip to the dress. Impatiently, he tugged it down a little bit and her breasts almost spilled out.

That lit a greedy caveman feeling inside him and he pulled the dress a bit lower, revealing her breasts to him. She rested her head on the wall, offering herself to him.

“I love your breasts,” he appraised, finding a way to dip his hand in. When his palm made contact with her breasts, she couldn't help but moan out loud.

Well, thank God for the loud music.

He played with one breast, then just when she thought things couldn't get more intense, he took a nipple into his mouth.

“Oh, fuck. Alessandro…” She arched into him, trying to keep her eyes open.

She loved him sucking her nipples. He was so good at it. He was good at everything.

She felt his tongue make circles around her nipple and the bud hardened even more. Alessandro lavished attention to both breasts until she was left panting with need.

Again, she could feel his hand underneath her dress, then he halted, slipping his hand out.

Her cheeks were flaming hot. Her core was throbbing with need, and she felt the loss of his body on an even deeper level.

“Take your panties off, Isabelle.”

She bit the inside of her cheek slightly, heavy-lidded eyes fixed on him. “What? Here?”

“Now, Isabelle. Now.”

Her eyes darted around the large hall. No one had seen them yet. Not like it mattered anyway. Alessandro stepped closer, shielding her.

She slipped her hand under her gown and at that same moment, Alessandro reached out for his belt buckle. 

As she slowly dragged her panties down, his zip was down and his cock was out… just for her to see.

She swallowed at the sight of how big he was.

“Give them to me,” he ordered, referring to her panties.

She didn't ask, she just gave them to him and Alessandro slipped them inside his pocket.

“Have you heard of quickies before?” he asked, moving towards her, closing up the distance between them.

The entire crowd screamed as a new song came around, the noise getting even louder. 

“Yes,” she breathed out, cheeks turning pink. “Sophia told me about them.”

“Good,” he uttered, sliding his hand into her gown, his fingers not stopping until  they were pressing against her swollen clit.

She cried out from the sensation, but the sound was engulfed by the noise. 

“Fuck, baby. You're always ready for me.” His fingers brushed back and forth before he plunged one inside her. “So fucking wet.” She moaned at the intrusion, riding his finger.

“We're going to have a quickie. Right here.”

She nodded anxiously while he worked his finger inside her. The feel of her slippery clit under his fingers got him painfully hard.

Here was neither the time nor place for a proper foreplay but it was perfect for a good fuck. Because having at his mercy in front of unsuspecting strangers sent a fierce thrill through him.

“Hold on tight,” he rasped, lifting her leg to settle on his waist.

Taking his finger out from her pussy, he thrust forward, his cock sliding between her slick thighs, her pussy teasing the top of his length.

Then he rammed inside her in one thrust. His hand on the wall above her head and the other holding her ass, guiding her pace with his rhythm.

“Holy shit,” she gasped.

Then he pulled out halfway, and slammed back in, filling her with his cock in every single thrust. 

Alessandro slid his hips back, then forward, five more times, and he was nearly ready to blow.

Isabelle’s hands were on each side of his shoulders, her chest rising and falling with frantic breaths.

“I’ve missed you,” he muttered, thrusting in and out, each stroke spreading her further in a way… making her feel so full.

“Please!” she cried out, her little fingertips digging into his arm. “I need…”

“Tell me what you need.” He dropped his forehead to her shoulder, his growl making her tremble with need. 

“I need you… I need to come,” she said, practically begging.

That was all he needed. 

“I need you too baby.”

With his forehead on her shoulder, his cock pulsed as he filled her with his release, milking himself dry into her and he lowered his hand, sliding a finger into her, curling his finger in deep. While he thrusted aggressively into her and with his fingers buried deep into her pussy, she reached her peak… 

Her entire body trembled and his balls squeezed painfully.

He tilted her head to meet his. Her lips were parted, her cheeks flushed and her breasts were against his chest.

He couldn't help it, he slid his cock a little deeper.

“Alessandro,” she cried out, clutching at his arms.

Then there was movement around them, like someone finally noticed what they were doing.

“Isa?”

She stilled and he snapped his head to the direction of where the voice came from. 

Rage washed over Alessandro as he locked eyes with the man who brought his little firecracker here.

“Derek?” Isabelle called out, her lips were still parted but she had this flush on her face that showed she was embarrassed, but not enough to stop. 

She tried to push Alessandro away but she was too weak from lust to do so.

Then in a bid to spite him, Alessandro increased his pace again, burying his cock deep inside her. Derek stood there, watching, his hands balled into fists.

“Oh…Holy, shit. More, please,” she moaned the words.

Alessandro had no idea why the nerd stood still like he was frozen at the spot, so he just guessed the man got off on this type of stuff, and it was a good thing he saw them. Because now he would know who she fucking belonged to.

Isabelle let out another loud moan, that only him could hear, with their eyes fixed on Derek, they both came at the same time, and Derek watched as Alessandro’s release dripped out of her.

Panting, their chest rising and falling—they both watched as Derek threw the drinks he held to the ground and walked out.