Page 87 of Isabella

“Oh, yeah?” I shake my head and let out a giggle. “You’re going to get me in trouble one of these days.”

Leaning in, he says, “Only the best kind of trouble.”

With a challenging gaze, I say, “Show me, then.”

Grabbing the hem of my skirt, he lifts it up over my ass before placing me onto the desk. He parts my legs, opening me up to him.

“I’m going to make you pay for what you did, Nicco, but first, I need you to make me come.”

He chuckles and drops his hand to my pussy, running his finger along the lace fabric of my underwear that covers it. “You should probably get rid of all the tights you own unless you want them all ruined. I expect to haveonlyeasy access to you moving forward.”

He drags his finger over my panties again and grunts, “Look at you, Isabella. You’re already so fucking soaked for me.”

“Yes, Nicco,” I pant out, and the subtle feeling of his fingers moving against me sends a tingling sensation over my body. “Please, I need a release. I need you.”

He lifts my chin with his other hand and kisses me. It’s so passionate that I immediately get lost in his soft lips.

Pulling away, he slides his hands up my outer thighs until he reaches my hips and places a firm hold on them. He yanks me toward him before sinking down to the floor, and I nearly moan at the sight of him kneeling in front of me.

Nicco pulls my chair over to us and props one of my legs on it while spreading the other with his hand, opening me up to him.

He hooks his finger under the fabric of my underwear and pulls it aside. “If only you could see your pussy now, Isabella. So delectable and so fucking pretty. Already dripping for me, and I’ve barely even touched it yet.”

Leaning forward, he slides his finger over my slit, and I let out a long, languid moan. “Oh yes, Nicco. Please, I need more of that.”

Nicco does it again, finding my clit immediately, and applies the most perfect amount of pressure that has me squirming on the desk.

“Don’t move,” Nicco commands, causing me to stop. “If you do, I won’t give you what you want, Isabella.”

I release a needy, depraved cry. “I won’t. Please just let me feel you again.”

Nicco lets out a humorous grunt and obliges, but he replaces his finger with his tongue, and it takes everything in me not to grind my hips off the desk into his face.

He slides his tongue up and down my slit before finding my opening and pushing inside. I snap my gaze down to Nicco, who’s already staring up at me with a smirk, knowing the exact effect he has on me. Letting my head fall back, I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from squirming off the desk.

Nicco pulls away from me, and I cry out in disappointment, needing to feel his mouth on me again. “Eyes on me,” he says. “I want to see just how good I make you feel.”

“Holy crap,Nicco. You’re killing me,” I say, drawing my head upright once more.

He brings his mouth back to my clit and chuckles, the vibration feeling so damn good on my sensitive spot. He starts his heated assault on my pussy once more, and I grip the edge of the desk, trying my hardest not to move around while the buildup amplifies in my core.

“Just how much more are you able to take, my sweet Isabella,” Nicco mumbles against me.

“Not much,” I pant out, my grip tightening harder on the desk.

“We’ll see about that,” he mumbles before running his finger down my slick heat, and just when I think he’s going to thrust it inside of me, he continues drawing a line to my ass, and that finally does me in.

I thrust my hips up, lifting my butt off the table, no longer able to contain myself with the sensitivity of his finger on my puckered hole.

Nicco pulls away again and says, “Nuh-uh-uh. What did I say, Isabella?”

“You know this isn’t fair,” I whine. “You know all of my spots. You’re playing dirty.”

Nicco laughs. “I seem to remember you like it when I play dirty.”

“Please, I’ll do anything. Just let me come.”

“Anything?” he repeats.

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