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(SMUT, 18+) Isabella & Jay - The First Time (Pt. 2)
🕑 Added 2022-09-08 21:45:12 +0000 UTCSummary: the second part of the post Halloween party smut, now from Jay’s perspective.
(Following the events of chapter 30 of The Fixer)
“Now it’s my turn, love,” I whispered maliciously, “Spread those legs for me.”
Without hesitation, Isabella opened herself for me as her beautiful eyes remained fixated on mine. They were glowing with hunger and desperation, her irregular breathing exposing how much she ached to feel me. Of course, I was more than happy to deliver, although the anticipation itself was already thrilling.
She whimpered at the feeling of my tongue finding her clit, her soaking folds allowing my finger easy access. I sucked on her sensitive spot until the only sounds she could make were strangled cries. God, I loved tasting her. I knew then and there I’d never get tired of it, not as long as her reaction was this loud.
“That’s so good,” she cried out, “Yes!”
My finger teased her entrance for a moment longer, then it entered her in a quick movement. I couldn’t wait for her to react before sliding a second one inside, fucking her with both and admiring the way she moved her body against me. Even then, she still couldn’t help but want things at least a little bit under her control. But I was about to change that.
I stopped my motions completely and returned to her side on the bed, met with an irate groan and eyes that could pierce through my soul. She was furious, and that was exactly what I wanted. I absolutely loved making her angry.
“Why the hell did you stop?” She asked, in a whiny higher pitched voice very unlike her usual lower, controlled tone, “I was just about to-”
“I know,” I shot her a smile, “But you only get to do that when I want you to.”
Her dark eyes looked me up and down, either resisting an urge to kill me or processing what I’d just said. Either way, she simply rolled them and moved closer, kissing me. Her lips tasted amazing, and I knew kissing her would forever be my favorite thing in the world.
“So tell me, darling,” she whispered, barely pulling away from my lips, “When do you want me to come?”
“When my cock is inside you,” I replied, gently caressing her flustered cheek, “When you can’t take it anymore, and you’re about to explode.”
She stared at me defiantly, “Then fuck me already.”
I stood up, leaving the bed. Anticipating my orders, Isabella quickly moved as well, getting in all fours and wiggling her ass to me. She was playing my game exactly how I wanted it, although I had expected a little more resistance from her. Isabella Santiago wasn’t the kind of woman to be easily swayed, but perhaps she ached for this just as much as I did. Perhaps her surrender was merely another one of her manipulation techniques to get what she wanted, one that I thoroughly enjoyed.
My cock lingered at her entrance, slowly circling it without ever making it inside. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t desperately crave to finally feel her wet pussy clenching around me, but I was too invested in our game to give in that easily. I wanted to hear her beg, to know exactly how much she wanted me.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked, growing impatient.
“You know what,” I provoked, “You have to beg.”
On other occasions, I had no problem letting Isabella be the one in charge. Following her orders was nothing new to me, so it was only natural to want a change of pace, especially if it meant making the woman who bows to no one happily obey my commands. That would be a beautiful sight.
It wasn’t about just dominating her, not really. There was so much more between the lines of my orders, the implication that she trusted me enough to let go of the one thing she loved: control. I needed to know if she truly did, if there was more between us than just sexual chemistry. And if she did as told for once, I’d be sure she was mine.
She let out a sigh but complied, “Please.”
“You’ll have to do better than that, love.”
“Jay, please,” she was almost out of breath and I could feel her pleasure dripping down her thighs, “I need you to fuck me right now. Please.”
In her deep, raspy voice, that word was the sexiest thing in the world. The way she tilted her head so her eyes met mine, looking almost angelic for once, drove me crazy. Usually, she was the devil incarnate — dangerous, bold and incredibly mischievous — but not this time. Instead, her pleas for me sounded nearly innocent. And if there was any innocence left, I was about to destroy it.
Gripping her hair firmly, I thrust myself deep into her. I had planned to be gentler, to ease her into it with slower thrusts at first, then find a perfect rhythm. But that seemed impossible once I was inside her, consumed by the sensation and almost delirious. She felt perfect, everything I’d ever wanted in my life. There was no controlling myself anymore.
“Such a good girl,” her cries of pleasure only made me want to go faster and faster, pulling her hair hard, “You like when I call you that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she moaned, “And I like when you’re rough.”
In an abrupt movement, I turned her around and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed where I was standing. Her shocked expression from the sudden change was quickly turned into a wicked smile as my hands pulled her leg up until it was resting on my shoulder. I thrust my cock deeper into her, feeling her nails dig around my arms and the pleasure increase even more.
“I want you to come for me, love,” I commanded, using a gentler tone than usual. My finger grazed her clit as she sucked in a sharp breath. “Come on my cock.”
“Jay…” was all she managed to say before words turned into cries.
It only took a few more strokes for me to feel her walls clenching around my cock, the sensation so strong that her hips jerked forward, making me disappear completely inside her. She smiled as she rode out the wave of her orgasm, shaking slightly. She was glowing in a way I’d never seen before, as if the rest of the world was nothing compared to us together. Only this moment mattered. And with her looking at me that way, I knew my own climax wasn’t far behind.
Only a growl escaped my lips, “Isabella.”
Her name in my tongue was like a drug, utterly overwhelming me. My cock pulsed as I came inside her, twitching and barely holding myself together. She had entranced me, turned me into a frenzied man who wanted her and only her. There was no denying that this was different than anything I’d ever done with others, because this time it was someone I couldn’t see myself without. It was my Isabella.
I finally collapsed beside her, catching my breath, “You’re so f-cking perfect.”
“No, you’re perfect,” she turned to the side, holding my face in her hands, “I never thought we’d get here, but I’m so glad we did.”
I smiled, understanding exactly what she meant. Ten years ago, no one would guess this is where we’d end up - in each other’s arms, wishing we never had to let go. Yet somehow, it felt meant to be. As if no matter what, we would find our way to one another.
“I’m yours, Isabella.” I softened my expression, no longer sounding anything like the commanding man I’d been before, “Completely yours.”
She nuzzled up against my chest, “And I’ve always been yours.”
Comments
vixxie
agreed !!!
Dynasty
Thank you so much darling!
Contessa Tay
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