Page 30 of The Bitter Rival

Ding. Dong.

What. The. Fuck? I’m going to kill him. Maybe if I lie here for a minute, Sam will give up and go away.Fuck. Did I lock the door?

Ding. Dong.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I contemplate going to the door as is until I remember the state I’m in and decide to don a pair of lounge pants. Seeing my brother at my door will piss me off enough without hearing any shit for the state of my dick.

Grumbling the entire way to the door, I consider investing in a few dogs to guard my home. Sam would run like a frightened cat if I had two Dobermans guarding the house. I’d laugh if I wasn’t so fucking pissed off right now.

Swinging the door wide with vitriol on my tongue, my eyes widen in shock, and I clamp my mouth shut to prevent the ire from escaping. I was in no way prepared for this.

“You lost, good girl?”

CHAPTERFOURTEEN

Isabella

“You lost, good girl?” The haughty tone of his voice caresses my oversexed libido as I take him in. He’s wearing gray lounge pants, which do very little to mask the firm bulge beneath. His chest is on full display, all of the rippled abdominal muscles fighting the distinct V of muscles for attention. Try as I might, I can’t keep my eyes from trailing the sharp lines of corded muscle into his low-slung pants.

Walking past him into his home without invitation, I attempt to keep my cool. I don’t know what’s come over me, this brazen behavior. Maybe it’s my sixth sense? The feeling he wants more every bit as much as I do. This is reckless, returning to the scene of the crime. Reckless for any number of reasons. The very least of which could be total humiliation if he’s already entertaining someone new or shuns me for coming here unsolicited. Now that he knows we work together, he likely doesn’t want to continue anything with me. I take a deep breath, gathering strength as I saunter down the hallway.

“Shut up.” I turn my head to make eye contact with the egotistical playboy. “Things will go much better for you if you keep your mouth shut.”

“As I recall, you quite liked my mouth.”

“I prefer it when you’re mute,” I toss back. I’m walking directly to his bedroom like I own the joint. As I take a left into the massively large room fit for a king, I get to the edge of his bed and spin to face him. I need some sort of acknowledgment this is happening so I can exhale.

He approaches, looming over me. “I’ll try to use my manners then. My nanny always said not to talk with my mouth full.” He smirks as the rich timbre of his voice fans the flames of my desire. His arrogant playfulness is all the affirmation I need.

Reaching for the small hook at my side, I unsnap the black cotton wrap dress I’m wearing and allow it to pool to the floor at my feet. Standing in front of him in black three-inch heels, black lace panties, and a matching bra, I pop my hip in question.You joining me, big boy?

There’s no need to question his interest. The bulge present in his gray loungewear earlier is now tenting directly at me. Choosing to keep control of this night for as long as he’ll allow it, I slowly saunter forward and drop to my knees. I think I hear a heavy groan above me, but this could be wishful thinking.Hell, it could be my nerves shouting in my head right now.I’ve never been so bold in all of my life.

Extending my arms to the waistline of his pants, I slowly draw them down his bronzed, muscular legs.How the hell can anyone be this tan and work in a hospital all day?There’s no time to consider such nonsense as his impressive erection juts in my direction, stealing all of my attention. I’ve replayed his physique in my mind time and time again after our one night together, but nothing beats the sight of him in living color. He’s long and thick, and dare I say it, beautiful. Gazing up his torso, I take in the corded muscles of his neck, shoulders, and pecs before trailing down to the smattering of dark hair about his chest. I’m completely overcome with the sight and smell of him. He’s all man. I’d beg for anyone to show me a more perfect specimen.

I hear his throat clear, impatience growing at my ogling. Deciding not to give his urging any undue attention, I open my mouth and drag my flat tongue across his balls before gripping his shaft and stroking upward. This delicious groan is unmistakable. I give a few more licks before taking him as deep into my throat as I can. There’s no sense teasing him. He’s hard as a brick. And the sight of him in this state could bring me to orgasm with just the slightest rubbing of my thighs.

“On the bed.” I hear him growl above me after only a few slow glides of my tongue.Well, that didn’t take long.

Getting to my feet, I reach down to remove my shoes before feeling his strong arms scoop me up and place me on the coverlet. Leaning over me, he gently slides his thumbs into the sides of my panties and lowers them over my shoes.I guess those are staying on.Sebastian takes his thick erection in hand and strokes slowly, his tongue darting across his lower lip as he gazes at my core. Bending over me, I await the feel of my bra being unsnapped only to find he’s reaching in his bedside table for a condom.

“Take it off, good girl.” He dips his head in the direction of my bra as he rolls the rubber over his shaft. Unlike our first night together, where he pleasured me to a climax before entering me, he’s in no such mood to delay gratification tonight. I barely get the clasp of my bra undone before I feel him grab my hips, pulling me toward him, the wide head of his cock nudging my opening.

I’m wet and wanting, but I recall how wide he stretched me the last time. Before I can consider this further, he’s thrust himself fully into me. My body arches at the delightfully painful intrusion, and I attempt to calm the pulse racing in my ears. A familiar burn is seeping into my sex, and I slowly shift my pelvis back and forth as I adjust to his size, appreciating his stillness at this moment.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he moans. “So fucking good.”

Needing something to cling to, I reach for his firm, muscular ass and press my nails into him. My pelvis is starting to rock with the need for more. Unsure if he’s reading my cues or taking what he needs, he begins to steadily withdraw and plunge back in, burying himself to the hilt. This only lasts for a few steady strokes before his pace becomes frantic. It’s so good. The fullness, the sensation of being savagely taken by such a virile man.

“Shit.”

My hackles sit up a little. Is something wrong? That didn’t have the same enthusiasm behind it the prior utterances possessed.

He’s lost complete control, and I hold on for dear life as he pounds into me. It’s so good, but there’s no friction-

“Oh, Fuck!” His shout bounces off of the dark walls of the room like a silver sphere in a pinball machine. Looking up, I find Sebastian with his back arched, muscles taught, a sheen of sweat clinging to his masculine form. But the piècede résistance is the look on his face. It’s a rapture I’ve never encountered before that’s painted over his features as he pulses inside me. I’ve seen men and women make faces of extreme pleasure in response to their unbelievable climax in porn with such an expression.Sure, I’ve watched. I’m no saint. I’ve been single forever, for god’s sake.But none of them ever looked like this. It’s breathtaking. I dare say it’ll give me spank bank material for the rest of my life.

As his breathing settles and he starts to move, I decide, beautiful or not, I’m not wasting this opportunity to goad him. His head drops down, tousled inky strands dropping over his beautiful face, and I make sure he sees my smirk on full display.

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