Page 123 of My Infatuation with Isabella

“Where, uh...where...” I cover both eyes with my hand to give my brain a chance to process the question I’m trying to ask. “Where’s Ney?”

“At my parents,” she replies breathlessly.

That’s all I need to know. I walk toward the bed and she stops me by raising her hand. “No.”

“No?”

“Stay there...and just watch.”

Her hand works faster. She moans, her back arching off the bed. I’m watching her body writhe from the pleasure she’s giving herself and it’s taking every ounce of self-control to stay rooted in place.

I cross my arms to keep my hands restrained. “You know, the longer you make me wait...”

I leave that sentence hanging, but she knows how it ends. She smiles when she hears the impatience in my voice and props herself up on her elbow so she can look directly at me. Her thick dark hair cascades over her breasts and shoulders and her lips pout in the sexiest way. My hand slides down to rub myself over my jeans and her smile widens.

“Let me help you out with that,” she murmurs.

I don’t need to be asked twice. I move onto the bed between her legs. Staying on my knees, I unzip my jeans. She helps me tug down my boxers, but then she just looks up at me. I hate when she does this. My tip is not even an inch from her mouth, but she’ll just leave me there, hanging in anticipation. It’s like she gets off on riling me up.

She takes her own sweet time before she traces her tongue along the length of my cock. I stiffen when her warm mouth closes over me. She moans and that soft sound vibrates on my skin. My breaths get heavier, and I don’t know where to focus my eyes. On the sexy mouth moving up and down my cock or the hand shoving that dildo deeper inside her. The first option gets taken off the table far too quickly. She only lets me enjoy it for a few seconds before she pulls away.

“I’m not in the mood to be teased today,” I warn her. “I suggest you don’t fuck with me.”

The smirk she gives me shows that she’s not going to take me seriously. That’s confirmed when she seductively licks my tip then stops again. She constantly forgets that I’m bigger than her. Screw her rules. I get off the bed, drop to my knees on the floor, and drag her body to the edge of the mattress. It all happens too fast for her to react. My head dips between her legs while my hand slides up her stomach to cup her breasts. My other hand covers hers, pushing the dildo deeper inside her. Harder. Faster. In rhythm with my tongue. Moans strained and desperate, fingers tightly gripping my hair – she loses her damn mind. Her body heats up like a furnace. I don’t know what it is about the combined sensation of the rabbit ears and my tongue on her clit, but it takes all of ten seconds to make her cum.

The orgasm this thing gives her is intense. It shatters her, and she usually needs a minute or two to recover, but she’s pushed me to the point of madness today, so I don’t wait one second. I flip her over and pull her lower half off the bed, her knees hitting the floor in front of me. She’s still somewhat limp when she removes the dildo, but I reach between us and press my hand over hers to keep it vibrating on her clit.

“Keep it here,” I say hoarsely.

Placing one hand firmly on her back, I use the other to shove my jeans and boxers off my waist. She’s slick when I position myself behind her, and I don’t hold back when I enter her. The moan she lets out sounds more like a scream and she bites the duvet to mute the sound. Gripping her hips, her fat ass jiggles every time my pelvis slaps against her. I take her rough. I take her hard. I take her like she’s mine.

“Dyl...Dylan...”

She’s panting, barely able to get my name out. Her walls clench around me and another orgasm hits her hard enough for her body to tense up. Her pussy locks me in a vise and my cum spills inside her. My body jerks with the last few pumps and my head drops against her back. She tosses the dildo on the bed and both of us just stay there trying to catch our breath.

I kiss her neck, then her shoulder then the tattoo just below her earlobe. Threading my fingers through her hair, I pull her head back slightly to kiss her lips. “I found you,” I tease playfully.

“I don’t know how. I made that riddle so tricky.” I slowly withdraw and with a sated purr, she crawls onto the bed and drops over. “Do you want to have a bath with me?”

I lie down next to her. “Sure. We still have about an hour before we need to go to the hospital.”

“Maybe we should do it again. Sleepless nights start again tonight, so maybe we should capitalize on this free time.”

“Agreed.”

I’m on top of her the next second. After a few more orgasms, we have a bath together. She lies between my legs, resting her back against my chest and I rub the sponge over her as she tells me about her day. It doesn’t matter how busy we get, we always make time for these kinds of moments.

After we get dressed, we drive to her parent’s house to pick up Ney, and Bella’s good mood disappears the second we walk in the door. We’ve learned the hard way that grandparents are a great support, but they’re still grandparents. Rules, boundaries, discipline – all those things that were enforced when we grew up simply don’t exist anymore.

Neymar comes running up to us with chocolate smeared all over his face, his dark curls bouncing over his forehead. I scoop him up and plant a kiss on the only clean spot on his cheek. “Hey, Champ. Did you have a good day withabuelatoday?”

“Yes!” Neymar chirps excitedly. “Abu took me to the park and then we got, we got ice cream and cotton candy and popscorn.” He has the cutest, little lisp, which makes the wordpopscorncome out even cuter.

“You got popscorn? I’m jealous.” I look over at Bella. “Don’t you love the way he says that?”

My smile disappears when I see that she’s not amused at all and we need to present a united front. Bella may be spontaneous and free-spirited as a person, but as a mom, there are certain things she is very rigid about. Neymar’s eating and sleeping schedule are some of those things. Carrying him, I follow her into the kitchen and greet her mother with a kiss on the cheek, but Bella launches into a full-blown attack. I set Neymar down on the floor, then shake Keith’s hand.

“Ma! You gave him popcorn and ice cream an hour before dinner?”

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