Page 24 of Whatever He Wants
“You have a boyfriend, Denise,” Isaac growls.“But here you are, enjoying another man’s fingers inside you, fucking you.That’s why you should admit you want me.Why be a bad girlfriend to Matt when you could be a good girl for me?”
It’s fucked up.Even though Isaac’s taunting reminder I’m cheating on Matt fills me with shame, it turns me on even more.
“It’s your fault I’m a bad girlfriend,” I pant out.He implied he’d call the cops on Matt if I didn’t give him what he wanted, and then he trapped me with lust.
“Oh, so I should stop?”he says, pausing his movements.
My body strains with frustration, my pussy clenching around his fingers still buried inside me, desperate for him to continue what he was doing.God.He’s such an asshole to make me say the words.
“No…don’t stop…”
I want to slap the smirk off his face, but I’m distracted when he pulls his fingers out of me and strokes my clit.I whimper and press myself to his hand, more breathy moans falling from my lips.
Intimate moments with Isaac are always so much better than with Matt.My boyfriend never remembers my clit exists on his own, and the times I try to get him to pay attention to it has always resulted in great frustration and disappointment.
Meanwhile, with just his fingers, Isaac masterfully speeds me toward an orgasm by applying just the right pressure and rhythm to heighten my pleasure.I’m shaking hard, my breathing heavy and quick, my body straining for release.Then it hits and I go rigid.
“Oh god… Isaac… oh…”
Bliss floods my mind and body, tingling warmth spreading out from where Isaac’s touching me.He presses down on my clit and that extra pressure intensifies the sweet, pulsing sensation.
Holy shit.
Isaac gave me the hardest come I’ve ever had.
He climbs on top of me again and gives me another deep kiss that I readily return.
“I loved hearing you moan my name,” he says softly.“It makes me desperate to be inside you.”He presses himself between my legs, his hardness prominent through his pants.“Do you want that?Do you want me, Denise?”
I’m breathing hard, and it’s not just from my orgasm.There’s only one moral and appropriate answer to his question, but in this moment, it’s not what I want to say.I slide my arms around him, lift my hips to meet his, and part my lips to speak.
Then the basement door opens.
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Isaac
“Isaac, get off!Matt’s home!”
Denise squirms, shoving against my chest.I don’t move.Let her loser boyfriend catch me on top of her.Once he recovers from seeing his girlfriend with another man between her legs, he’ll get mad, maybe even start a fight.I’ll crush him into a paste and toss him out for good, then Denise will be all mine.
Although, I’m unsure about that last part.When I suggested she must really love Matt last night, Denise’s weak sauce reply was telling.But it’s still possible that if I make Matt leave, she’ll go too.She might not love the asshole, but she’s bent on protecting him for some goddamn reason.
Matt closes the basement door.He’s on the landing and can’t see us.The ceiling is higher over the stairs than in the rest of the room.I pull away from Denise and stand, adjusting my erection so it’s less visible.Matt’s footsteps thud down the stairs.
Denise lurches upright, smooths her hair, and fixes her clothes.She tries to appear composed, but her flushed cheeks are a neon sign that she almost got caught doing something naughty.
Matt freezes at the bottom of the stairs when he sees me.It’s the first time we’re in the same room since the theft.My anger returns, but it’s not as strong as it was yesterday.I’m more disgusted by his presence.
“What’s going on?”he asks, his voice unsteady.
He darts a look between me and Denise.It’s not suspicion in his eyes.He’s trying to get a cue from Denise on whether he’s safe or if he should flee.
I beckon him.“It’s hard to hear you from over there.Come closer.”
Matt grips his backpack’s strap.“So you could hurt me?No way.”
“What’s stopping me from coming over there to do it?”
