Page 32 of Shattered Engagement

There’s vulnerability in her emerald eyes. She doesn’t realize that I’d cut off my arm if only she would ask.

“Tell me.”

She sighs, leaning into me. “Make me forget.”

Hearing her say those words hurts almost as much as it satisfies. I’d do anything to shield her from the life she’s been born to. Anything. If only we could walk away, just the two of us, and leave the world to take care of itself.

“Make me forget,” she says again.

So, I show her what forgetting can mean.

My cock is filling every inch of her, stroking places that have never felt pleasure before. My lips capture her cries of ecstasy as she falls over the edge. Her silky walls squeeze my cock like a vise, begging me to join her. But I hold back. This isn’t about release, not yet.

Before her climax is over, I pull out of her and lean my back against the headboard. I spread my legs, helping her ease herself onto me in reverse cowgirl style.

Isadora glances over her shoulder at me. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were doing this on purpose.”

“I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about,” I purr, but there’s a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. “Whatever do you mean?”

“I have a weakness for cowboys,” she tells me. “Not sure if I’m much of a cowgirl, though. Hope you can coach me.”

It takes a split second for what she’s saying to sink in, and then I’m laughing. Not my usual dead, short-lived laughter, but real, genuinely amused laughter. What had I ever done to deserve this woman?

“Cowboys, eh?” I prompt, reaching around to squeeze her tits. “Never took you for the type. There is a lot about you that could surprise me?”

“Ah, yes,” she groans. “If that’s how you’re going to touch me.”

“Oh, that’s not even the half of it.”

Her body is braced against mine. She’s sitting in my lap, legs stretched wide around me, her beautiful pussy spread and ready for my taking. Her ass squeezes the base of my cock, stimulating me without mercy.

“I can’t wait to taste you again,” I growl.

Isadora shivers in response. “Does the idea excite you?”

“What do you think?” I ask, dragging her right hand between her legs. Her fingers begin tracing small circles around her clit.

“You... really... love that?” She’s panting hard, her ass bouncing up and down as she glides along my shaft.

“Yeah.” I nuzzle her hair, breath heavy. “I also love when you fill that naughty little mouth with my dick. I love the way you kiss me, sucking on my tongue when I first slide inside you.”

I’m sliding her up and down my throbbing rod, her back arched and breasts pointed toward the ceiling.

“I love all the ways you’ve let me touch you,” I continue, kissing her neck. “I’ll give you whatever you need,principessa.All you have to do is ask.”

My dick swells and tingles race up and down my thighs.

“I’m going to cum soon,” I admit.

She goes off right after me, shattering like a broken mirror, and letting out a stream of incoherent words.

“Faster, faster,” she gasps. “Pump my cunt.”

I press her hand into the bed, giving her leverage, and get both legs underneath her to push her off and onto my rock-hard member. Soon, her orgasms aren’t spurts but a continuous hum—a soprano singer hitting the highest note possible.

Isadora lifts her ass high and gets my cock real deep, really deep inside her. She arches her back and lowers herself again, squeezing every inch of my throbbing meat.

When her hips jerk forward, her body shakes.

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