Page 88 of My Infatuation with Isabella

“Hi.” My eyebrows crease together because she’s very flushed and her eyes keep drifting closed. “Are you okay?”

“I’m...I’m fine...just...just busy. I wasn’t expecting you to...oh...to call. It’s just bad timing.”

I’m even more confused now. “What are you talking about? You told me to call you later. It’s...later.”

She doesn’t answer. Instead, she bites her lip, and her breathing becomes heavier.

“Bella, are you okay?”

“Yes,” she moans. “Oh, yes, Dylan...I’m more than okay. I feel...amazing.”

There are only two times that she uses my name. When she wants to have a serious conversation with me and when she’s lost in ecstasy and my name is the only coherent word she can get out. By the way my cock jumped at that, I’m guessing she’s not trying to have a serious conversation.

I remain cautious and quiet as I try to assess what the hell is going on...and then I hear the slight buzzing in the background. My lungs freeze and my cock does a little more than jump when I realize what she’s doing.

“Are you...are you using the toy I bought you?”

“Maybe,” she whispers. “I wasn’t...oh...I wasn’t expecting you to call...right now.”

“Bullshit. I literally told you the exact time I would call.” I watch her back arch off the bed and a seductive smile curves on her lips. “You planned this. Shit... You are so evil!”

My brain is still trying to wrap around what I’m seeing, what I’m hearing. I catch a glimpse of her tongue ring sweeping over her lips and it intrigues me even more. The quality of hers that I find the most appealing is how open and comfortable she is with her body and her sexuality, but it’s a double-edged sword. Just like that night at the bowling alley, she uses it as a weapon against me every chance she gets. She enjoys seeing me on the brink of insanity. She enjoys pushing me to the point where I’m riled up and utterly desperate for her. She gets some kind of kick out of making me suffer. She said yesterday that she would flip this on me to prove a point and that’s exactly what she’s doing. Yet even though I know that, I still cave with minimal resistance.

“Can I...can I see?” My hand tightens over the steering wheel. “Can I see what you’re doin’?”

“Oh, I forgot.” Her evil smile stretches wider, and her voice is a mixture of sultriness and faux innocence. “You like to watch.”

I sneer because she’s so full of shit. “You didn’t forget that.”

“Say please.”

I try not to cringe at how easily I give in to her request. “Please.”

She leaves me hanging in anticipation for a few seconds and my breath staggers as she slowly moves the camera down her naked body. She stops at her breasts just long enough for me to take in her pert nipples. I love her body. Everything about her is so plump and supple. I just want to sink my teeth into her. I’m basically catatonic by the time the camera moves between her thick thighs.

Legs spread wide, she lets me see everything. Her clit is red and swollen from the vibration of the rabbit ears. I’m gaping, anxiously watching as she moves the velvety black silicon in and out of her. It’s glistening, coated with moisture.

“Fuck me,” I rasp. “You’re so wet.” I’m mesmerized by the movement of her hand, the way her hips rock in unison with every thrust. “Open your legs a little more for me.”

“That sounds like an order.”

I grit my teeth. “Please.”

She spreads her thighs further apart, and I watch her fuck herself slow and deep.

“Oh, God...” I murmur.

I’m taking strain, desperately seeking release from the pressure building inside me, and I hastily undo the drawstrings of my sweatpants. My hand slides beneath the waistband, fisting around my cock, and my strokes match hers. Slow but urgent.

“You hard for me, De Lorenzo?”

I can’t see her face, but I already know she’s relishing in this, and I refuse to give her the satisfaction. “No.”

“Are you touching yourself?”

“No...”

“You’re breathing so hard. It sounds...mmm...it sounds like you’re jerking off.”

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