Page 73 of Worth the Heat
“I fucking love when you tell me what you want, baby,” I rasp, snapping the thin sides of her thong so I can get direct access. I slide two fingers inside her, and when I find that rough patch of nerves on the inner wall, I simultaneously suck on her clit. Her back arches as an orgasm overtakes her, robbing her of the ability to breathe. Head thrown back in bliss, I only wish I could see her face as she comes. Pussy fluttering aroundme, she shakes and moans as she rides the aftershocks. Isabella collapses against the back of the couch, and I frown as she moves away from my mouth. “I wasn’t done.”
“For now you are,” she says breathlessly. “I want to get to the sex part. I’ve never had two orgasms during penetration, so I figure you can try for that.”
“I do like a challenge,” I muse. Looking around the room, my gaze latches onto something I forgot about this room, and I’m fearing how to explain it to Isabella. “If I tell you something, do you promise you’ll believe me when I say I absolutely forgot about it, and this was not in any way intentional?”
Her head pops up. “That’s only slightly concerning.”
“Well, when everything happened with you, I wanted to be completely prepared in case anyone decided to pay me a visit at home. I figured your ex may have tattled that I was in the bakery that day, and I knew Devon would tell them all about me in your apartment. So I increased my security here.”
“That makes sense. I mean, you have Camila to think of, and your parents are here pretty often —” she stops suddenly, and I see the dawning in her eyes. “How many cameras do you have in here?”
“Three,” I respond simply. “One at the front door, one at the stairs, and one pointing toward the kitchen.”
“And in the kitchen?”
“Two.”
Isabella shifts backward, and I have a momentary sense of panic until she settles herself against my cock. “Do you have any outside?”
“Many,” I grit out as she rocks against me.
“With a view of the swing?”
“Yes,” I groan. Her breathing has quickened. Is she getting off on thinking about us essentially making a sex tape?
“And if I said I wanted to watch the footage, would you beokay with that?” she asks breathlessly, rising slightly so she can move my pants and boxer briefs out of the way, then settles herself directly onto my dick. The heat from her pussy is euphoria-inducing. One inch to the right, and I’m slipping inside her tight pussy.
“Baby, condom,” I growl. I’ll force her off in a minute. Just one minute to feel this, as my eyes close in bliss. “This feels so fucking good.”
“What if I said I didn’t want a condom?” she whispers, and my eyes pop back open.
“I thought you said you weren’t on anything.”
“What if … I’m not?”
Never thought I had a breeding kink until right this very fucking minute. The thought of fucking my seed into her? A very pregnant Isabella in my home, my bed, my life? Goddamn, I’m two seconds away from blowing. “You okay with that? Making a baby with me?”
“I wouldn’t be against it, if it happened,” she says breathlessly. “I do enjoy the trying part.”
I surprise her by flipping us over. “Let’s get something very clear here, sweetheart. If I get you pregnant, that’s it. You’re done. I’m never letting you go. Do you understand that? You’ll be mine.”
“I thought I already was yours.”
“You are. But then you’ll really be mine.”
She rolls her eyes, a smirk covering her face. “Like you were going to let me go anyway.”
I smile as I lean down to give her a harsh kiss. “I’d have at least let you think you had a choice,Mami.”
“Then fuck me like you mean it …Papi.”
Fuuuuuuuck.
I groan as I grab her thighs, positioning them to wrap around my waist, and then I begin a vicious pace. I’m not going to last long, but Isabella’s pussy is alreadyfluttering around me, so I know she’s right there with me. Sliding a hand between our sweaty bodies, I pinch her clit between my thumb and forefinger, and she detonates. Her walls clamp down tightly, so tightly I can barely move, and I unload inside her. It’s the first time I’ve ever come bare inside a woman.
Collapsing on top of Isabella, I note that our hearts are beating against one another with the same beat, and I smile as I think of the symmetry there. She’s had my heart for years, so it only makes sense they’d beat as one.
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