Page 37 of Whatever He Wants
“I need you inside me,” I beg.
It’s hard to believe I just said those words to Isaac, but I meant them, and I’m not even ashamed.
“Anything for you,” he says.
He pulls his fingers out of me and replaces them with his cock.This time, he slides deep in one smooth movement, swallowing my moan with a kiss.
A perfect fit.That’s what he feels like as he thrusts into me again.What he’s always been outside of this bedroom.A man who’s always loved, protected, and supported me.One I shouldn’t have, but I want him anyway.I always did, but never let myself admit it.
“Being inside you is heaven and hell,” he groans, his thrusts slow and measured.“I don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t hold back anymore.”
Isaac grips my hips, holding me in place as he fucks me harder, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room.
At the start, Isaac showed my pussy such sweet devotion with his mouth, but now he’s getting his fill of it, using it for his pleasure, his hungry gaze trained on my breasts as he pounds me into his bed.
And I love this rougher side of our fucking.It’s more overwhelming to take his big dick when he puts more weight behind each thrust, but it’s breathtaking in the best way to take a good beating.
His breathing becomes laboured, his body shaking.As he swells inside me, startling awareness hits.Oh shit!I forgot something crucial in the heat of the moment.My birth control pills ran out just before Matt moved out and it slipped my mind to get a refill.After all, it had been a while since I slept with him.
I’m fertile.Isaac is inside me with no condom on, and he’s seconds away from coming.Oh god.Is he going to pull out?Should I tell him to do it?The words won’t come.I’m gripped by insane, perverse curiosity about what it would feel like to let him breed me.
Isaac stabs into me with harder, desperate thrusts before his body goes taut.
“Oh…fuck… fuck…”
He shudders and grunts, jerking his hips as his cock pulses inside me.No, Isaac doesnotpull out.Instead, he presses deeper as if to ensure not a drop of his cum escapes my body.
Despite my shock, the throbbing sensation as he comes inside me feels so good.My pussy tightens around him, both of us groaning.
Isaac pulls out of me, leaving me sticky between my thighs.His absence makes me feel empty, and even though my pussy feels well-fucked, a greedy part of me still craves more.I don’t want this moment to be over.
He flops onto the bed beside me, holding me close as he strokes my waist and hip.
“Did I make it up to you, or are you still mad at me?”he asks.
“I’m so blinded by rage, I’ll need more orgasms before I can see again.”
He laughs, then presses me into the bed with a deep kiss.
21
Isaac
I sit on the bed, watching Denise sleep.She must have been pretty tired after we had sex last night.Twice.
She hasn’t stirred since I got up and started getting ready for work.I tried not to wake her, though.The sight of her lying in my bed, her hair splayed across my pillow is too beautiful to disturb.
She’s still naked, the tops of her breasts visible above the edge of the sheet.I struggle to be a gentleman and not tug the sheet down to enjoy the view.Actually, I’m struggling not to get back in bed and wake her up by sliding into her.
I’ve wondered if my feelings for her would lessen or even disappear if we had sex.Well, the opposite happened.I want her more than ever, as often as possible.And not just sex.I want her to be mine completely.
It’s terrifying the way I feel about her.Sure, she proved last night she wants me, but will she regret what happened when she wakes up?Will she go back to focusing on how we’re off-limits to each other and resisting what we could have together?
Unable to resist touching her, I stroke her shoulder and arm, enjoying her soft skin under my fingers.I lean down and kiss her temple.She hums in her sleep.
I stand and head to work, but I’m not at my best.Memories from last night crowd my mind.The fantastic view of Denise’s pussy when I took off her panties.The way she tasted, her moans as I licked her, how fucking amazing she felt when I first pushed inside her.Multiple times, I’m in jeopardy of getting a boner and being electrocuted.
At lunchtime, I check my phone and discover movement alerts from my interior cameras.I tap on the most recent video created a minute ago, and it opens to a clip of Denise taking out a jug of orange juice from the fridge.
