She doesn’t answer. She’s too busy with her teeth plunged into me.
With my heart pounding, I finally gather myself up to fuck her the way I promised. I plunge in deep, her tight walls stretching around me.
She parts her thighs wide, allowing me to fuck her hard. I hold her legs in place while I thrust into her endlessly, growing dizzier with every passing moment.
I’m rough with her body, spanking her whenever I get the chance to. I want to see how far I can push this woman. I want to see if I can send her insane.
But each rough thrust seems to drive her more wild.
She’s care free, she’s nuts, she’s crazy, thrashing about and I love it.
I push up onto my knees, continuing to fuck her while I take her throbbing clit between my fingers. I graze it, gently at first, watching her face crumble.
But as soon as I see her lose her fucking mind, I know what she wants.
I pick up the pace, rubbing her hard and fast, pinching her a little until I feel the tension flood through her body.
Isabella’s toes curl, her spine stiffens, she stops breathing.
“Cum for me, baby,” I murmur, edging her along. “I need to feel you.”
The moment is coming, and I can’t wait for it.
“Oh shit, fucking hell!” she cries out as her body collapses, throbbing and shuddering all over.
I grip onto her, trying to let her know that she isn’t alone in this.
Caring for her, looking after her, and being sweet with her is vital after a rough session like that.
Not just for her, but for me too.
But before I can do anything kind, my fingers lose their grip on Isabella. I erupt like a fucking volcano, crying out expletives as my head swims in a gorgeous, delicious sensation. Her pussy walls contract around me, coaxing the pleasure from me. I can’t fight it. Not that I want to fight it. This is absolutely wonderful.
“Fill me up, Dominic,” Isabella gushes, her words like music to my ears. “I want all of you, I want to feel your seed inside of me.”
Fuck, it feels like this moment is never going to end.
I don’t think I have ever felt like this before.
“Keep cumming, Dominic, I need it. I need it so bad.”
No one has ever made me cum so hard.
Those words only make it so much more intense.
Eventually, after what felt like a lifetime, I unlock the cuffs with the keys on the night stand. Isabella and I then collapse into one another’s arms, kissing and caressing, focusing on aftercare.
Not that I can focus on anything.
My head is swimming, drowning in Isabella.
There is something special about this woman, and not just because she’s the first person I haven’t had to hold back with.
She’s precious, and now that we’ve stepped over that line, blurring the boundaries, I know I’m in trouble. This is against my profession, against everything I stand for.
Yet, I couldn’t stop myself.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop myself around her.
What is this about this woman?
I part my lips, about to maybe try and find a way to discuss this with Isabella, but I don’t get any words out.
She’s snoring lightly.
Satisfied and asleep.
Maybe I should worry about this, but I don’t. Instead it brings a smile to my face to know that she’s okay. To know that she’s happy.
If it wasn’t for the irritating bleeping sound from my phone, I don’t think I’d move.
I like being underneath Isabella, holding onto her, making her feel special for as long as I can.
But we could be in trouble here, and I need to keep on top of everything.
If something is about to happen, then I have to be aware of it.
That’s the only way I can keep me and Isabella alive.
So I slip out gently from underneath her and I find my cell phone, to see who the message is from.
My heart skips a beat as I see the name on my screen.
Samantha.
She has a lead on Henry.
It is on.