Chapter 38 Isa, You Unsettle Me!
Nikolai ran a hand through his hair as the bathroom door closed right behind him.
Why was he fucking felling like a teenager who couldn't stay away from a girl?
His dick was poking his trousers painfully and he could see the wet spot on his crotch through the mirror.
He fucking had a pre-cum because of Isabella.
He hissed in anger slamming his hands on the wall. His face was hardened, body flooding with heat.
He looked at his fingers — the one he used to play with her breast and honestly he could still feel the fat pink flesh, thick and hard under his touch.
Fuck!
He ran a hand through his head.
Isabella was making him disoriented. He had said that he would make her beg for his touch but now he wasn't sure.
Because he couldn't stay away from her. He couldn't think with his brain when he was around her.
And she had dared to seduce him with a short skirt. For a person who was never seduced by a girl, he was totally fucked!
His mind drifted to her pretty short legs, so smooth and milky. Her hips to waist ratio was sickening.
He has never felt like this before for any lady.
Hell! He didn't even think about any lady as they were just plastic holes he used to release inside.
But Isabella?
He had never thought about her that way. She was different to him — in a way he would never acknowledge.
He snarled, and hit the shower open and let the water run down his body.
He couldn't believe he was about to do this —
He pulled down his pants and boxers, his dick flying out rock hard and throbbing.
He held his dick in one hand and slammed the other on the tiles.
Then he began slowly, dragging his fist from the tip down to the base.
His eyes rolled backwards followed by his head as he was determined to get this over with.
He couldn't stand to see himself getting a pre-cum because of a lady.
And the one he had promised to bring her knees.
Releasing a heavy grunt, he was about to reach the edge when a picture of Isabella kneeling down in the same shower, erupted in his head.
Holy shit!
He paused for a moment, glancing around like he was trying to see whether she was there.
But she wasn't. It was all in his head.
'Focus, Nikolai. Don't lose your mind because of a girl!' he cautioned inwardly and continued again.
It happened again.
This time, more intense.
Her ass was high in air as she stared seductively at him. That sharp mouth of hers wrapped smoothly around his dick as she began sucking down on his length.
Gosh!
He groaned loud, feeling his dick pulse harder against his fist.
He could feel it. The tip of his dick leaking with pre-cum.
He snapped his eyes open. Heat slamming hard like a brick sharding his chest.
He was slipping away from his resolve. He was letting himself think about her when he shouldn't.
This was supposed to be so fucking simple.
Enter the shower fucked his fist a few times and cum once.
But instead of that, he couldn't even think straight. Isabella always infiltrating his mind.
Fuck!
What should he do?
Should he fuck his fist with the image on his mind or should he fucking let his dick throb unattended.
Damn!
It was so fucking hard.
His forearm was literally bulging with veins, throat got clogged as he could literally feel the tension there.
He shouldn't be breaking down like a teenager who got rejected from a prom date.
He was a fucking Pakhan boss and he needed to act like one.
Fuck it!
Whatever.
He didn't care again.
He could imagine whatever he wanted.
She was just another hole to use.
He closed his eyes and began again as he let himself feel it all afresh.
He began stroking his dick again, the imagination coming fresh in his head and he let himself drown in it.
She was sucking his off and he could literally feel her tongue swirling around his tip, her cheeks hollowing as she took in his length deeper and harder, down her throat.
"Fuck! Isa... You're making me unstable," he groaned, slamming harder into her throat.
He was amazed at how fast, he was getting there. His dick increased as he could literally feel the liveliness of it.
His mind moved to another scenario.
He imagined flipping her around, bringing her over as he hands braced hard on the wall while he took a rough hold of her hair and in one virtual thrust, he slammed hard into her wet pussy with no mercy.
"Niko..." She screamed his name. Her pussy so wet and tight, he squeezed himself inside her, pounding her like he was addicted. Skin slapping wet skin, her ass rippling with every thrust, as her breast swung heavy underneath her.
His mind switched the scenario again.
This time around, with his dick still inside her, his fingers found her swollen clit, rubbing rough circles until she started shaking, begging and crying for him to let her come.
Fuck! He felt so delighted.
If only it were reality....
'please... Please... harder..." he could literally hear her voice cracking in his head.
Her soft moans reached his ears and it made him fuck his fist harder, "Oh fuck, Isa!" He groaned right into the air. The water splashing hard on his dick.
His head flipped the scene one last time.
He imagined flipping her again and pinning her hard against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into her deeply that her jaw dropped and nails dragging from his back as she drew blood.
"Fuck, Isa. Come all over my cock," he rasped into the empty shower, his voice raw and filled with hunger.
He pushed his hips into his fist in one brutal thrust as he came — her image still in his head as thick ropes of cum shot out long and splattered on the tiles.
His fist dripped down with his cum as he pressed his head on the cold tile,
letting the water run over him.
"Fuck, Isa. You unsettle me."