Page 23 of Whatever He Wants
His tight hold on me doesn’t slacken.He presses his forehead to mine, our heavy breathing mixing together.
“I want more than that.”
I stiffen.“Why am I not surprised you’re moving the goalposts?It’s what you did yesterday.”I pause, my face growing warm as I force myself to say the rest.“I’m not going to fuck you if that’s what you’re after.”
“I didn’t mean sex.”He straightens, his gaze heated.“Although, I wouldn’t mind that too.”His erection pressing against my stomach certainly proves that.
“Then what is it?What more do you want from me?”
“For you to say out loud that you want me.”
I open my mouth, then close it, looking away.
“I’m not going to do that.”
“Because it’s true?”
“It’s not.I love Matt.”
Oh god.The words sound so hollow.
Isaac cups my cheek, turning my face so our gazes meet again.
“If that’s the case, you would’ve just said what I wanted to hear without meaning it.You would’ve lied.Like you’re doing now.”He tilts my face up as he leans in.“But I’m going to make you admit the truth, Denise.”
His lips brush mine and I twist my head to the side.But that gives him access to my neck, and he takes advantage, pressing kisses to the sensitive spot just below my ear.I shudder, unable to stop a soft moan from escaping me.He drags his lips to mine again, his kiss demanding, and I give in.
A low growl rumbles through his chest, filling my mouth, the sound incredibly arousing.He pulls me away from the counter and lifts me, coiling my legs around his hips.I should tell him to put me down, but his erection is pressed right where I need it.
Isaac carries me from the kitchen to my bed, laying me on it, pressing me into the mattress with his body.He ruts himself between my legs as he sucks my neck.I gasp and lift my hips, trembling as heat and intense need builds where his hardness grinds into me.
This is going too far.Isaac and I are speed-running toward a terrible decision of epic proportions.But Isaac’s touch and kisses has been weakening my willpower since he showed up in the basement.It’s practically non-existent now.I was right to call him a demon who wanted to possess me.
He shifts his body to lie beside me, making an appreciative sound as he runs his hand along my waist and hip.
“You feel amazing,” he murmurs, then he nuzzles my neck and inhales my skin.“And you always smell so good.”
I’m glowing on the inside at his words.When he palms my breast and squeezes me, I moan and arch into his hand, welcoming his touch and his kiss as he fondles me.
Isaac swipes his thumb over my nipple through my tank top, then slides his hand to my sternum and caresses it.He moves his touch lower, his descent slow and purposeful, his intentions clear.My body tense, my stomach quivers in shameful anticipation.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Why am I letting this happen?
Lust has my morals tied up and locked away in a dark dungeon, that’s why.So I don’t protest or resist like I should when Isaac eases his fingers into my shorts and under the waistband of my panties.
He glides his fingers over my mound, pushing them deeper to stroke my pussy.
“I’m confused, Denise,” he says, his voice teasing.“You say you don’t want me, yet you’re so wet for me.”
I blush.“A biological reaction doesn’t mean any—”
Isaac slips one of his fingers into me, swallowing my startled gasp with a kiss.My body trembles from the intrusion, my walls squeezing around it as he pushes it deeper into me.His finger retreats, then is pumped back into me, and I moan, ashamed that something so wrong could feel so good.
We both groan as he slowly pushes a second finger into me, my slickness easing his entry.The added stretch is delicious, and my pussy tightens from the sweet stimulation.
I cling to him, moaning as he fucks me with his fingers.Yesterday, I had a part of Isaac in my mouth.Today, a part of him is inside my pussy, sliding in and out, the subtle, filthy sound of my wetness reaching my ears.
