Page 47 of Arturo's Temptation

“Isabella, answer me.”

She was panting now, but after a moment she finally whispered, “I understand.” With that I sank a finger into her warm pussy.

Fuck, she was tight.

Wait a minute.

I relaxed my hold of her hair and softened my strokes.

“Bella… Has anyone ever touched you this way before?”

“No…” she whispered, her cheeks flushing as she ducked her head down.

“Don’t do that,” I frowned and gently pulled her around to face me. She refused to meet my gaze. Frustrated, I gripped her chin between my thumb and forefinger, forcing to look at me. “Don’t hide from me.” Her cheeks flushed and in her eyes I saw a mixture of embarrassment and fear. “Bella, do you think I care that you’re a virgin?”

Instead of replying she swallowed and glanced to the side.

“Look at me.” To my relief she brought her eyes back and I could see her vulnerability laid bare. “I couldn’t care less about that. If anythin’, this way it means I get to claim all of your firsts.” The thought of another man touching her ways I craved sent me murderous, but at least that part of my brain could relax a little now. Her cheeks flushed again as she looked down.

Ah, fuck it.

Leaning down I pulled her lips to mine. To my surprise and hers, her mouth softened and I flicked my tongue against her own. She tasted sweet from the peach vodka and something inherently her. It was a heady combination. Before I knew it her arms were wrapped around my neck pulling her tight against me. The feel of her soft yet muscular body against mine was perfection. Our kiss became desperate and I yanked her up into my arms only to remember why we were here and why her arse was bare.

“Why did you stop?” She breathed, pressing her lips against my neck.

“Because… I got distracted.” Putting her down, I turned her back to face the desk and pressed her hands against the smooth surface. “Now, brace yourself,hermosa.”

She let out a shaky breath, as she braced herself for the sting, and I was going to make sure it stung.

“Count for me, Isabella,”

My hand collided with her ass as she let out a whimper of surprise although she had expected it. “One,” she panted out.

The warmth of her reddening skin beneath my palm sent peppers of pleasure through me. I knew the first crack had stung, but I also knew she could take it. I was going to push this woman to the very edge. And the fact was, we both needed it.

With my free hand, I circled her clit as I brought the other back down onto her ass once more. Her cries echoed the room, as her body jolted forwards.

“Two.” Her breathing shallowed, her chest heaved and we were only part way in. “Please?—”

“Are you begging me to stop?” I asked, smoothing my palm over the fresh print.

“No…” she clawed at the desk.

“Does my girl want to come?” I teased her clit before sliding my middle finger inside of her tight, wet pussy.

“Yes,” she pleaded, her head dropping forward.

“You can come when I say, princess. I want to hear you beg after every count.”

My fingers never left her pussy as I brought my hand down on her raw skin over and over again.

“Seven… Oh God, Arturo, please…” Hearing her beg might just have been the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. Her pussy clenched around my fingers as I slid in another.

“So close, hermosa, you’re so damn close.” I kissed her bare shoulder, curling my fingers to stroke the spot I knew would kick up her need to come. Watching her pleasure escalate was empowering. She began shaking beneath me and I could tell she wouldn’t last much longer.

I let my hand collide with her cheek one more time, a soft moan leaving my lips at the feeling of her pussy soaking my fingers.

“Eight,” she panted, her knuckles white from clinging onto the wood beneath her. Grinning I let my hand come down harder this time while thrusting my fingers in and out of her.

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