Page 65 of Fake for 7 days

"Keep your finger to yourself!" My voice sounded even sharper than before. I barely restrained myself from using the words "fat" and "sausage finger." Why wouldn't the guy give it a rest? The vein at my temple started to throb.

"I don't have to take this from a snob in sneakers. You can't even buy yourself a decent pair of shoes!"

"And you can't clean yours," I retorted. I looked around searchingly and waved to the waiter.

"What can I do for you, sir?"

"We unfortunately have to leave you again. But the gentleman here would like to use your excellent shoe shine service. Please show him everything necessary. He'll surely have better chances with the ladies if he has clean shoes."

Isabella giggled again beside me. I removed my arm from her shoulders, gently took the glass from her hand and placed it along with my glass on the waiter's tray.

"Come on, darling, let's go enjoy ourselves somewhere else," I said loudly, grabbed Isabella's hand, and pulled her behind me towards the exit.

"Thank you for saving me from that creep. No one has ever done anything like that for me before." Isabella had held my hand but hadn't said much after we left the event and drove to my place. Now she stood next to me in the elevator to my penthouse and looked at me with big eyes. She suddenly seemed very vulnerable.

"Who was that guy?" I now wanted to know. "And why did you ruin his date for tonight?"

"My former boss," Isabella explained. "I accidentally walked in on a phone call he was having with a woman he had apparently messaged on some website." She giggled again at the memory.

"You naughty girl," I grinned. And then I did what I had wanted to do all evening. I stepped close to Isabella and kissed her. I pressed her body against the wall, braced my hands against it, and took all the time in the world to explore this mouth that I already knew and yet seemed so exciting to me, as if I had never touched it with my lips before. I gently probed Isabella's lips with my tongue. Licked over them. Teased Isabella, who now wrapped her arms around me and arched her body towards me. Her full breasts pressed promisingly against me. Soon I would be holding them in my hands. At this prospect, my cock grew even harder than it already was.

Isabella sensed my arousal and rubbed her hips against me, which nearly drove me over the edge.

Ding!

At that moment, we reached my penthouse.

Thank goodness.

I hastily pulled Isabella out of the elevator. She must have been as aroused as I was, because she immediately let her coat fall to the floor. I got rid of my jacket and pulled Isabella close to me again. I simply had to taste her hot mouth once more and this time feel her tongue as well. While we kissed passionately, I fumbled for the zipper of Isabella's dress. Meanwhile, Isabella was working on my belt with slightly trembling fingers.

Good.

Very good.

My cock clearly signaled to me that it couldn't wait any longer. It needed... Isabella.

"Get undressed!" My voice was hoarse with desire. This woman simply drove me crazy every time. We had spent a whole night together, had a passionate evening here in the penthouse, and I still couldn't get enough of this body. Not even close.

Our clothes quickly flew to the floor. Finally, Isabella stood naked before me. Full of lust, I pulled her close. She gently stroked my six-pack and then let her hand glide down again. But just the thought of the massage she had pleasured me with during our last encounter aroused me so much that I knew: I had to have Isabella now. I couldn't wait another moment.

I gently took her hand and licked her fingers one by one. After all, Isabella should also get her money's worth. I placed my hand on her back and bent my head down. Slowly, I let my tongue glide between Isabella's breasts. I turned to the right and finally found Isabella's nipple. I savored running my tongue over it and felt it stiffen under my touch. Very stiff. I gently bit down.

Isabella moaned and arched her body towards me. Tightly embraced, we moved backward towards the black leather sofa. Hastily, I turned Isabella around and rubbed my erection against her buttocks. Isabella matched my movements, showing me that she was ready for me. More than ready.

I bent Isabella's upper body forward and finally entered her.

Deep.

And deeper.

A loud moan escaped Isabella's throat.

I thrust again.

Pulled back.

And thrust again.

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