Page 108 of Isabella

Letting out a groan, I slam my mouth down to hers, immediately finding her tongue with mine. We continue to move our mouths against each other’s while she undoes my pants. As she pushes them down, she pulls herself away from me, and the pure look of lust and need take over her face as she licks her lips.

“I need you in my mouth, Nicco. I’m desperate for your cock.”

Her dirty fucking words and the sight of her dropping to her knees in front of me nearly have me coming in my boxers. She pulls them down, allowing my dick to pop out of its confined restraints, and her eyes light up at the sight.

“Have you been needy for me like I’ve been for you?” she asks.

“Yes,” I growl out. It’s been too long since I’ve had a taste of her. I need her like I need my next fucking breath.

Isabella laughs softly before running the tips of her fingers along the underside of my shaft, using the large vein as a path to trace. Her hands are so damn soft against me.

“You know, you were a very naughty boy today, Nicco,” she says as she slowly wraps her hand around the base of my cock. She gives it a squeeze before sliding it up my shaft, and a small bead of precum forms at the tip.

“So naughty that I’m wondering what sort of punishment you should receive for sneaking around behind my back.” Her tone is sensual, and her eyes have a playful gleam to them. Whatever punishment she has in store for me, I know I’ll fucking love it.

“What do you think your punishment should be?” she asks as she slowly brings her mouth to my dick, but she stops right before making contact with it. She’s so close that the heat from her breath tickles the head of my cock.

She peers up at me through long lashes. “No suggestions, Nicco? Then I guess I’ll just have to come up with something on my own,” she says before taking her tongue and running it over the tip, licking up my precum.

I groan out my approval and drop my head back so it’s resting against the door, savoring in the feel of her tongue on my dick. But just when I think she’s going to continue the movements and show me exactly what she can do with that mouth of hers, she pulls away.

“Isabella,” I say in warning, bringing my gaze back to hers. “What do you think you’re doing?” My tone is rough and needy with desperation to have her lips wrapped around me.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” she says, and runs her fingers along my cock once more. The sensation sends a shiver down my spine. “I’m taking my time enjoying what belongs to me.”

She continues torturing me with her hands, only using little movements that quickly start driving me to the brink of crazy. Just when I’m about to get on my hands and knees to beg for her mouth, she finally relents, bringing her lips to my dick.

I moan when she runs her tongue along my shaft before taking the tip in her mouth. She bobs her head before bringing it back up. She does it again, except this time she goes so far down she nearly takes me fully into her mouth, and I swear I get impossibly harder as I hit the back of her throat with my cock.

I run my hands in her hair, pushing the strands out of her face, but she pulls back, forcing me to release, and gives me a dirty little smirk. “Nuh-uh-uh,” she says. “Hands to yourself, Nicco.”

Oh fuck.

She knows exactly what she’s doing. There’s nothing more I love than being able to wrap my hands in her hair while my dick glides in and out of her mouth.

Fucking hell, Isabella.

She gives me a sly smirk before wrapping her lips around my cock again, then she bobs back and forth, swirling her tongue over the tip each time.

As she increases her tempo, I have to dig my fingers into my thighs to keep from touching her.

“Fuck, Isabella, you keep doing what you’re doing, and I’m going to come so fucking hard down that pretty little throat of yours before you know it.”

Isabella mumbles out a response that’s incoherent to my ears but definitely fucking coherent to my dick as the vibrations rattle through it. My balls start to tingle, and I let out a long groan while digging my fingers into my thighs, knowing I’m only seconds away from an orgasm. But before the wave of fucking ecstasy takes over, Isabella does what I least expect her to do. She pulls away, letting my cock spring free from her mouth with apop.

A groan leaves my lips as I whip my gaze down to hers. She’s smiling up at me like she didn’t just do what she fucking just did.

I’m shocked.

“Isabella,” I warn. “This is not the time to play.”

“Oh, you don’t like this game, Nicco?”

“I much prefer the game where we can see how many times my come hits the back of your throat.”

“Awww, well, that’s a shame,” she says while looking up at me with that same mischievous glint in her eyes and a sinister grin on her face. She pushes herself up from the floor, and I can do nothing except watch in fucking shock as she turns around and heads for her en suite.

Isabella looks back at me from over her shoulder before walking into the bathroom, and it’s the sound of her shower turning on that finally pulls me out of my stupor.

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