Page 76 of Lady Killer

I ground my teeth.

She began to sloppily work at getting me hard. It took more effort than usual, and I started to wonder if Isabella was just really fucking bad at this.

My grip loosened around her throat as my interest waned, and she somehow took it as permission to start talking again.

“What kind of name isLuzz, anyways?” she said in a nasty voice, enunciating thez.

My cock jumped at the mention of the bitch.

Fucking traitor.

Even as I reprimanded myself, my mouth ripping open in a growl. “It’sLuz, likeloose.”

Isabella’s hair fell in her face, and although it was all wrong, in the darkness of the party, I could imagine a very different woman, and I was suddenly rock hard.

“I didn’t know you spoke Spanish, Nix. My grandparents have this house . . .”

Hell no.

“Six seconds.”

“I don’t have a condom, Nix!”

“Here.” I reached into my pocket and tossed one at her. “Put it on me. Three seconds.”

She yelped and ripped the package open with her teeth before fishing it out and clumsily rolling it down my cock.

Technically, she was over by about four seconds in the end, but I wasn’t a pedantic little bitch like Locke.

Instead, I lifted the granddaughter of Lionel Cantwell, the “Bully Billionaire,” and as I slammed her down on my cock, the only thing I could see in my mind was a pair of hauntingly golden eyes staring me down.

Isabella’s scream pierced my ears as I thrust up into her cunt.

“Oh, fuck, Nixon, fuck!” she cried, trying to wrap her long legs around me to get traction while I continued to thrust hard into her.

It’d been a mistake to remove my hand from her throat.

I replaced it, finally silencing her.

With one hand still on her waist and the other on her neck for leverage, I drove up into her relentlessly while the party raged on around us.

Her tits popped out at some point, and she struggled to try and contain them, but I was bouncing her up and down on my cock too furiously for her to keep them in her dress and they kept flying out.

I closed my eyes and relaxed my head back onto the couch, picturing what my pet would look like if she were here, riding me like a good girl.

Her long black hair pulled up high into a ponytail that fell down her back in waves like a dark waterfall. That perfect tawny skin giving way to dark brown nipples that accentuated her small but perfectly firm breasts. The soft swell of her stomach and the downy hair there carved a nearly invisible path down from her navel, inviting me to the most delicious-looking pussy I had ever seen.

Courtesy of my brother, of course.

I gripped tighter.

It wouldn’t be my hand wrapped around her throat.

No, I’d put the prettiest leather collar around her, although I’d let her keep the gold cross she always wore—Iliked the way it hung right in between her tits. She would be the sweetest little pet I’d ever played with . . .

Sharp nails scraped across my face, and I came with a violent moan.

The nails turned to slaps, and I opened my eyes to find Isabella on my cock instead . . . The billionaire heiress’s face was turning red, her eyes beginning to bulge as she struggled in vain for breath.

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