Chapter 48 Just Us
Just us
Roman
Fuck, Isla was a vision, a mirage, an ethereal beauty. Tied and writhing beneath me, my eyes traced every inch of her perfect body. Those swollen nipples, flushed skin, soaked pussy, and that perfect lingerie she’d picked just for me.
My fingers inside her pussy, I pinched one nipple hard, earning a gasp, while my tongue swirled the other, sucking greedily. Her back arched into me, desperately trying to grind on the bed. But then she called me by my name, and at that…I had to pause, to my own disappointment.
"Fuck! Daddy! I'm sorry!" she blurted, squeezing her eyes tight.
We established a rule—no names during play.
The moment she slipped, she knew what was coming.
"No, no, Daddy, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She tried to backpedal, her voice trembling. But I’d already flipped her over, ready to deliver ten deserved hits on her fucking perfect asscheeks.
The first slap landed hard.
"One!" She counted, obedient and breathless, sweat gleaming on her skin.
Her body was a divine work of art in the soft bedroom light. Her flawless curves glowed, the restraints complementing her body.
"Nine—fuck…Daddy, I’m gonna come!” she cried, shaking under my touch. I gave her the last one, and like magic, she unraveled beneath me, shaking, sobbing, and coming hard.
Watching her come for me always evoked a dark pride inside me—a desire to keep giving her more, to take her higher every time.
I let her catch her breath, my hands roaming over her restrained form. Those soft, perfect tits, that toned stomach, those lips that would take anything I gave. But she also had a pure soul—a stark contrast to her sinful bedroom preferences.
She was everything.
Unclipping her wrists from her ankles, I let her stretch, and she relaxed with a soft sigh, lifting her ass and giving it a jiggle.
I smiled at how she played.
I couldn’t wait another second. I climbed on top of her, pressing her down as my cock slid into her soaked pussy, so easily, so fucking perfectly. Her pussy was made for me. Pinned underneath me, gasping with every thrust, she moaned louder the harder I went.
I leaned in, lips brushing her neck, our fingers tangled, and whispered in her ear. "You like being fucked like this, huh? You take a hard fuck so good, baby. Such a good girl. You give me everything I want."
Her moans turned desperate. I could feel it; she was going to come for me again. My hand found her throat, tugging on the collar that looked so good around her neck, but I pulled out because…I wanted more.
I kneeled behind her and yanked her hips up, knowing that she would obey without question. Reaching into her bedside drawer, I grabbed the lube and the anal plug she asked for. The fact that she proposed it made the prospect so much sweeter. Soon. Soon, I would have that part of her too.
Never stingy on lube, I applied a generous amount before working it in with slow, firm pressure, watching all the sensations flicker across her face. Her jaw fell open in a silent scream, and she looked perfect like that—all mine, ready to be fucked.
Giving her no time to adjust, I shoved my cock back inside her, her face buried in the bed, muffling her cries. "I need to stretch out that tight little asshole, baby," I growled, panting as I fucked her. "You're going to let Daddy take everything he wants, won't you, baby?"
"Yes..." Isla braced herself on her hands, her body rocking with every thrust. "Yes, Daddy. I will do anything you ask." Her angelic voice reassured me.
"Next week, baby. Next week I’ll take everything.” I worked the plug in and out of her tight hole, watching her squirm, barely able to stay up on her knees.
"Daddy..." she whined, and I pushed the plug in harder. "Oh my fucking God, do it again!" She begged, and I did, pumping the plug in and out as my dick plunged into her pussy without pause.
I was on the verge; thoughts of spilling into her were overtaking me, images of my cum oozing out of her pussy spreading a warmth through my body.
I fucking loved to come inside her. It was a dark pleasure, one that I didn’t want to fully admit. My cum—coating her walls, inside her, slowly escaping her pussy…the thoughts set my mind on fire.
And when Isla screamed for me as she came apart, I spilled inside her, pushing in deeper and holding her tight. Holding her so she couldn’t move. Holding her…to make sure not a drop escaped.
We stayed on the bed, breathless and spent, and I wondered…
What the fuck had I been doing in my life? Why didn’t I meet her earlier? If I had looked into Dave Barrington’s family, it would’ve been over the moment I saw her. Dave and I would have combined our businesses, and she would have become my bride years ago.
It would’ve been the union of the century. No war, no death.
Just us.
Just her.
Forever.