Chapter 157 157

Chapter 157 157
ISAAK

I was gearing up for a fight. Not a kiss.

But then, Cami and I are always a breath away from either fighting or fucking. It’s a coin toss as to which way we’re going in any given moment.

Her fingers tremble against the back of my neck, holding me close. My hands linger on her hips. Her lips are gentle at first, but the longer she stays locked in my arms, the hungrier she seems to get.

I slide my hand between us, running it over her breasts. Her nipples are hard, desperate to be touched. She moans as I roll her right nipple between my fingers.

Then I push her down against the window seat and start undoing my pants. She watches me with wild eyes, wet with desire.

I hold her gaze the entire time I’m undressing. Her eyes land on my cock the moment I pull my pants off. She sits up and reaches for me as I walk to her.

As soon as I’m within arms’ reach, she bends to grab my cock. She strokes tenderly a few times, and then sucks the tip of my dick into her mouth.

“Fuck,” I moan as she starts playing with my balls.

My vision blurs, distorts. All I can see is her gorgeous blonde head bobbing up and down as she takes me deeper into her mouth.

I can’t decide what to focus on. My anger at Maxim is still there, burning beneath the surface. I can’t forget the words that were sprawled out across the warehouse floor. I’d told Camila part of the message.

But not all of it.

I’m taking back what’s mine…

Including her.

She should probably know what a fucking piece of shit her ex-fiancé is. But I want to protect her from the worry. I want to protect her from sleepless nights filled with nightmares of his leering, cackling face.

She’s here now. She’s safe. And I’m going to make sure that motherfucker will never touch her again.

I repeat that vow to myself as she swallows me whole.

She turns her eyes up towards me with my cock deep inside her throat. Our eyes lock, and the urge to come is so strong that I almost lose the fight then and there.

I grit my teeth and stop pumping my hips into her mouth. Taking deep breaths, I let the orgasm recede. It’s not time for that yet.

Then, when I’m in control once more, I start fucking her mouth slowly.

Her eyes go wide as I gather up her hair between my hands. But she keeps her gaze on my face the whole time, as though begging for more.

Her hands flutter against my ass, and when I ramp up the pace, she clings tightly to me. Her moans are muffled by my throbbing cock.

I push myself to the edge, and then I pull out before I go too far.

“Enough of that,” I growl. “I want all of you.”

I pull her up to her feet as she tries to catch her breath. While she’s still trembling, I strip her of her clothes until she’s standing naked in front of me. Then I run my hands over her body—tenderly, delicately. I cup her breasts, squeeze them gently in my hands before stepping back and circling her like a lion circles his prey.

She stands deathly still. “Good girl,” I murmur. “That’s a good little kiska. Stay right there and let me look at you.”

As I round her, I graze my fingers across her plump ass, giving it a little smack before finishing the rotation. I can see the desire burning deep in her eyes.

But she’s holding back. She’s not touching me, because she wants me to be the one to touch her. For all her fight, all her feistiness when it comes to sex, she likes being dominated.

Not that I didn’t already know that.

I take her in my grasp and hoist her up around my waist. She grips my shoulders as I walk her over to one of the larger armchairs.

I sit down in it and push her knees to either side so she’s straddling me, positioned right above my rock-hard dick. Her hands trail down my chest, down the grooves of my abs, the downward sloping V of muscle above my hips.

Taking my erection in my hand, I aim it at her dripping wet pussy. “Sit down on my cock like a good kiska,” I snarl, my voice so low it’s felt as much as heard.

She uses her hands on my shoulders to lower herself down.

Slowly, slowly, slowly, the head of my cock parts her folds and then sinks into her. One blissful, agonizing inch at a time. Cami’s eyes flutter in their sockets. I keep a tight grip on her hips as I drag her down onto me. Drag myself into her.

And then, what feels like a fucking century later, our hips meet flush. She sighs like she’s been waiting for this moment her whole life.

I bite the inside of my cheek until I’m bleeding to force myself to think of something other than how good it would feel to erupt inside her right now.

Not yet. Not fucking yet.

“Come on, baby,” I encourage. “Ride me.”

Camila starts to wind her hips up and down my length. She looks like she’s already about to burst at the seams.

We pick up tempo as we go. Each stroke a little faster, a little harder, a little deeper than the last. Her body gives way to draw me in. My cock gets harder. Our breath comes faster.

Her breasts bounce in front of my face, so I let go of her hips to snare one in each hand and run a teasing thumb across the hard peaks of her nipples. Her eyes roll back in her head at the added sensation.

“Harder,” I growl, slapping her ass harder. “Harder.”

“Yeah, Isaak,” she moans. “Yeah, right there, right fucking there…”

The air is slick with heat. Moisture rolls off my body. Same as hers. I watch the little beads of condensation form along her breasts as I thrust up into her from below.

She cries out wordlessly, her hair flying wildly around her face.

In one particularly violent thrust, her hazy eyes meet mine, and I can tell she’s close. Very close. She pushes up on her knees again and grabs the head of the chair I’m sitting on to give me space to maneuver.

Then I start pounding into her from below, hitting every single spot inside her.

She makes sounds I’ve never heard her make before. Like this time is different than all the times that have come before it. Fuck, maybe it is. Maybe we crossed some bridge today.

Or maybe it’s just the animal in her finally coming out to face the animal in me.

God knows I feel like a fucking animal. Like a savage, vicious predator, no trace of humanity left in me. I want to come on her face, down her throat, on every inch of her body.

I want to mark her with my scent just so that every fucking man who lays eyes on her knows exactly who she belongs to.

When she comes, her body shivers violently. Her walls clench around my cock, squeezing out my orgasm in tandem with her own.

There’s no time for me to come anywhere other than inside her.

The moment her orgasm finally relinquishes her, she falls onto me, limp and quivering in the aftermath. I tap-dance my fingers up and down her spine and catch the perspiration clinging to her skin. It takes several minutes before her breath and heartbeat fall back into their natural rhythm.

Then, abruptly, Cami pushes herself off me.

Her gaze roams around the room, looking everywhere but at me. It annoys me so much that I grab her chin and force her to look at me.

“Something wrong?”

She blushes. “No.”

“Then why do you look guilty?”

She sighs. “This is not what I came to your room for.”

“No? Then what did you come for?”

“I was worried about you.”

“There’s no need to worry about me,” I tell her, though I am touched she would admit that out loud. So far, she’s been highly protective of her feelings, especially the ones that have anything to do with me.

Maybe I was right. Maybe we made some kind of imperceptible progress.