Warning: The chapter below is rated 18 ?
Narrator
She smiled, it was working. He was coming to her, her plan was working, she moaned out, and moved her body as she fingered herself.
“What do you want muffin,” Tristan said in a low tone, taking another step towards her.
“I want you,” she said in response.
“Lies,” He replied, while she looked at him confused but didn’t still to touch herself.
“What do you want muffin?” He asked and moved closer to her, and she lifted her head to stare at him, gasping for air.
“I want you to look at me,” She breathed out when he trailed his hands on her cheeks.
“And?” He asked.
“I want you to forgive me,” She said and released a deep breath and his hand went around her neck.
“Forgive you?” He asked, and kept his hands there, without gripping her or anything.
“Yes,” It came out as a whisper as she could feel her organsm build up, she threw her head backward, and her legs began to weaken.
“Don’t you dare cum,” His hand tighten around her neck, and she looked at him like she was about to cry, as she slowly took her fingers away from her vagina?
“Don’t stop touching yourself,” she yelped as his hand tightened, while she looked at him like she wanted to beg him to punish her. How was she going to touch herself and stop herself from releasing at the same time?
“Please,” she cried out, a tear dropped from her eyes, while he smiled in satisfaction.
“Please what?” He asked and slowly released his grip on her neck.
“Let me cum,” He smiled upon hearing that.
“Do you want me to forgive you or do you want to cum?” Isabella upon hearing that was about to cry. Tristan was crazy, he was punishing her and she didn’t know how long she could take it.
“Forgive me,” She cried out and took off her fingers before she could release.
“You failed,” Tristan opened his drawer and brought out a clamp. It was a nipple clamp, causing Isabella to gasp.
“I’m sorry,” she said to him terrified.
“I thought you wanted to cum,” Tristan said and slowly climbed the bed where she kneel.
He kissed her neck, and pinned the first clamp on her left nipple, when she gasped, he did the same thing on her other nipple, and her legs wobbled causing her to fall on the bed in a sitting positive.
“Please,” It came out as a moan, and Tristan seemed pleased hearing that. He raised her and helped her back to her knees when he kissed her lips lightly, pressing the clamps as the pain increased, causing her to scream.
“Now what do you want from me?” He whispered in her ears, his hands on her already wet vagina, touching her and rubbing her Clitoris.
” Touch me,” She could barely speak from the pain and pleasure she was feeling at that moment.
“Like this,” He rubbed it faster, then dug his fingers into her entrance and pulled out almost immediately.
“Please,” she cried, her eyes closed, her hands trying to go to her vagina, but Tristan slapped them away making another tear drop from her eyes.
“Tristan,” she called out as he kissed her neck, nibbling on her like he was marking her.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” He pulled her hair roughly, and she managed to nod.
“Then say it. Beg me to,” He stated. That was what he wanted, he wanted to hear her say it. Isabella was already restless and horny because of the things he did to her, and she had no option but to give in to him.
“Fuck me,” She said and he bite her earlobes, thrusting his fingers into her and moving in and out.
“Say please,” He instructed, licking her neck.
“Please fuck me,” She begged like he wanted and immediately he pushed her to the bed, he took off the nipple clamp and took off his tongue revealing his hardness.
Immediately he crawled to her and positioned himself at her entrance before pushing his hardness into her.
“Hmmm,” he moaned out in pleasure as she took the whole of him at once.
“You’re so wet,” He said pleased as his body started to move in and out of her.
“Of course I am, it’s your fault,” Isabella wanted to say but her brain was already filled with the goodness she felt from having him inside of her like this, that she didn’t care about his comment.
“Oh my God,”
She moaned out, as he moved in and out of her slowly while squeezing her boobs. She saw him throw his head backward in satisfaction, while he groaned and moaned as they both felt pleasure from all of this.
“Fuck,” He cursed.
“Yesss,” She cried out feeling the pleasure build up in her body as she lived her gear sideways, trying to contain the feelings while his pace increased as he released into her, she moaned out loudly.
“Damn,” She spread her hands across the bed, enjoying the feeling of ecstasy from that release.
“All fours,” She heard his voice.
“What?” She looked at him in shock.
“Tristan,” She gasped seeing his hardness again.
“Don’t make me wait muffin,” He smirked and she knew this was going to be a long night.
Immediately she knelt on four, her hands holding onto the headboard, Tristan pushed his length into her without any warning.
“Oh,” She cried out with her eyes closed.
He pulled her head backward and started to move in and out of her, fucking her from behind while Isabella bit her kids enjoying the feeling. She gasped for air, closing her eyes, and letting him thrust as his pace increased.
“Muffin,” she heard him moan, and a smile appeared on her lips, as she was turned on again. She closed her eyes as he gripped her hair tight moving in and out roughly, and she felt both pain and pleasure before he shoots his cum all over her ass, instantly falling on the bed.
“That felt good,” Tristan said and fell on the bed. Isabella turned around and stared at him, as his hardness started to go down, but she wasn’t done yet.
“Don’t sleep on me,” She pointed to it and immediately started to rub his length.
“Muffin,” he lifted his head to stare at her confused.
“What are you doing?” He asked her, his body was not fully in the bed in the way he lay.
“I’m not satisfied,” she said and took his length into her mouth, taking him by surprise. He stared at her briefly but immediately laid his head on the bed immediately he started to feel pleasure.
“Hmmm,” he moaned out, his eyes closed as she sucked his dick, while my hands squeezed his balls playing with them.
“Fu*k,” His hands were on her head, as she was kicking his tops, teasing him. She pulled out and stare at his dick and it was hard already making her smile. She took it into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat, causing him to grip her hair. She lived in and out, sucking faster and playing with his balls, and when she noticed he was about to cum she pulled away, making him gasp.
“Muffin,” he cried out.
“I’m not done yet,” She winked at him, and immediately stood on the bed, climbing his body as she positioned his duck at her entrance.
Slowly she sat on his dick, and took all of him, grabbing the sheet as she felt her pleasure building.
Trusting half went to her ass, as he aided her, slowly she started to move in and out moaning out and almost cumming from how good it felt.
“Tristan,” she moaned out, as she moved up and down, their skins made slapping sounds and she could barely breathe.
Tristan felt a wave of pleasure fill his bloodstream as her breast bounced in his face while she rode on top of him in the sexiest way.
“I don’t think inch hold it,” Isabella’s eyes were closed. She felt her legs weaken and she could feel she was about to cum.
“I’m going to cum,” Tristan gasped for sure, as he could barely contain the pleasure he felt from her riding him, and in that moment that both cummed together, moaning each other name.
Isabella fell on Tristan’s chest while they both tried to catch their breath from that long chore they participated in…
“I love you,” Isabella whispered into his ears in a sleepy tone, breathing heavily.
“I love you muffin,” Tristan responded also breathing heavily.
Tristan wrapped himself around her for a minute until he caught his breath. He got up, and lifted sleepy Isabella positioning her probably on the bed, before grabbing the duvet on the floor, as he covered their bodies.