Leaning in, I pushed her red strands out of the way, drawing the tip of my tongue around her nipple. She pressed her thighs into my sides, as if she’d felt my lick right between her legs.
“Brayden! Please...”
“I’m going to make you come with my mouth, Isabelle. Then I’ll give you my cock. Spread your legs.”
She exhaled sharply, moving her thighs. She claimed she didn’t follow orders or suggestions, but she was gladly obeying me. And I was going to reward her for it. I kissed between her breasts, then down in a straight line to her navel, pushing two fingers inside her.
She gasped, rolling her hips back and forth. When I sucked her clit into my mouth, she exploded and her whole body reacted. One leg jutted out straight, her back arched, and she let out a deep, guttural groan.
“Brayden, Brayden! Oh—”
I blew cold air on her sensitive flesh, then pressed my tongue against it, curling my fingers inside her. I felt her thrash around. Her entire body tensed up.
Focusing on her pleasure was helping me forget about my own needs, at least in that very moment. I was too consumed by her to think about myself. Her moans filled the room, driving me crazy. When she exploded right on my tongue, I gripped my cock, squeezing it tight, holding back my own pleasure. Fuck, she was a sight, coming undone like that on her counter, her elbows wobbling and almost giving away as her head fell back.
I put on the condom quickly. Grabbing her ass, I pulled her to the edge of the counter before lifting her in my arms. She grasped my shoulders, but her legs fell limp at my sides. Her whole body was shaking. I wanted to feel every tremor, hear every gasp. My cock was pressed between us, and I couldn’t wait any longer, not even until we made it to a flat, comfortable surface. I lowered her on my cock. Isabelle gasped, squeezing my shoulders tighter. Pleasure ripped through me with a shocking intensity. My legs almost buckled.
“Fuuuuuck.”
“Brayden, ohhh...” Her voice was barely a whisper. She pulsed around me, squeezing my cock, her head on my shoulder.
“Kiss me,” I said.
She lifted her head slowly, and her sated smile filled me with pride. I was going to get this woman drunk on me. Her lips were soft but desperate, and she kissed me the way I wanted it: fucking dirty. She licked my upper lip, biting my tongue playfully. I crouched on the floor, laying her back on the carpet. I moved over her, not wanting to slide out even for one second.
Her lips curled up. Even through hooded eyes, I knew she wanted to tease me.
“Mr. Clarke, you’re going to have me here, in the middle of my living room?”
Always so sassy!
“We can go to your bedroom if you want.” I pretended to slide out of her, only moving back a few inches before she pressed her thighs against mine, stopping me.
“No!”
I kissed one corner of her mouth, whispering, “You’re as desperate as I am.”
She said nothing, only rolled her hips back and forth, taking me in even deeper, and I lost my train of thought. I lost sight of any goal except bringing her pleasure and chasing my own. Her body felt exquisite against mine. I moved slowly, but only for the first few thrusts. Groaning, I increased my pace.
Shock waves of pleasure pulsed through me, starting from the point where we were connected. I leveled myself on one forearm, looking between us, watching my cock slide in and out of her.
“Fuuuuck.” The sight only intensified the pleasure.
I pushed myself up on my knees, slowing my movements, gripping her hips when she tried to push herself up on her heels to move faster. I wanted to prolong this as much as possible, so I needed to pace myself. Watching her pout in protest chipped away at my determination. I brushed my thumb up and down her clit in slow strokes. Her belly flattened every time. She sucked in a breath, each time sharper, as if the pleasure was becoming more intense. A deep burn pulsed inside me as my orgasm built up slowly. Isabelle shut her eyes tightly, crying out on each thrust, every stroke on her sensitive spot. She was close, but I didn’t want her to come, not yet.
I pulled out slowly. She gasped, blinking as I turned her around on all fours. She glanced over her shoulder at me, pushing her ass toward me.
I kissed her back, palming each ass cheek, smiling against her skin when she growled in protest. I pushed my hips forward, rubbing the tip of my cock against her clit. Her whole body shuddered. She drew her nails across the carpet. Her back curved. A guttural sound filled the room. I slid inside her the next second. If we were on a bed, she would have thrashed the sheets, perhaps bitten into a pillow. I pressed a hand on her back, needing to keep her at the right angle while I moved in and out. I wanted to hit her G-spot every time, bring her as much pleasure as possible.
“Fuck!” My vision darkened at the corners as heat shot up my spine. I buckled forward, resting my forehead against her back. With one hand, I gripped her waist. I brought my other hand to her clit. I wasn’t being gentle now; my thrusts were hard and relentless. My thighs were doing all the heavy lifting, and the muscles were tiring already. Hell no! I wouldn’t stop until I’d wrung every drop of pleasure out of Isabelle.
When her pussy clenched tight around my cock, I couldn’t hold back my climax any longer. It hit me in waves of pleasure, taking over my entire body until I was barely able to breathe. All my muscles were burning and numb at the same time.
I felt Isabelle going over the edge with me. Her inner muscles tightened even more. She reached back with one hand, pressing her fingernails in my thigh. Her cry filled the room. I groaned, tightening my grip on her waist before my body relaxed gradually, and I slowed the pace of my thrusts.
Isabelle pushed herself upright on her knees, leaning the back of her head on my shoulder. Damn, she was beautiful, surrendering to me like that. Touching her jaw, I turned her face to me, kissing her long and deep. Her breathing was still ragged. A light tremor shook her body. My thrusts were shorter now, just a few inches back and forth. My pelvis brushed her ass cheeks on every move.
My heartbeat regained a somewhat normal rhythm after a few minutes. My thighs weren’t burning anymore. I pulled out, kissing Isabelle’s shoulder.
“No, why did you do that?” she protested. “Get back inside.”
I chuckled. “I need to get rid of the condom.”
We both rose from the carpet, and Isabelle showed me to the bathroom, where we both cleaned up.
“Ugh, this place is so small,” she said after we bumped into each other a second time. There was only one sink and a small shower.
I grinned. “I don’t mind. Gives me the perfect excuse to fondle you—accidentally, of course.”
Isabelle laughed, looking down at her ass. I was patting one cheek with my right hand.
“Since when do you need an excuse?” she teased.
I wiggled my eyebrows in response.
“Come on, let’s get out of here before we hurt ourselves. I think I got a carpet burn.” She laughed, massaging her thigh.
Back in the living room, I looked around with a grin. Our clothes were lying around everywhere. There were still marks on the carpet from our knees, and several marks that looked like Isabelle had scratched it with her fingernails.
I caught her looking at me out of the corner of her eyes, blushing.
“My wild girl,” I teased, grabbing my clothes off the floor and putting them on. Isabelle was still naked.