Chapter 22
ISABELLA
His lips ravish mine hungrily in a desperate kiss.
It’s like he’s trying to prove me wrong with this kiss, how he can’t be gentle and that he's a rough lover.
But maybe I need someone who doesn’t treat me like a doll, and Slade doesn’t.
He gives the perfect amount of slut and princess treatment.
“You’re a fucking temptation, avtor. I was trying to stay away from you, but no, you have to go in and ruin it all,” he mumbles against my lips before biting and tugging on them.
I moan and grind myself against him which earns me a grunt from him.
He grabs my thighs and wraps my legs around his waist as he stands from the couch.
I don’t pay attention to where he’s taking me while he kisses me and lets his hands explore my body.
He sets me down on what feels like my bed and lets go of my lips. “I’ll try to be gentle but I can’t promise I will be,” he says before taking off his shirt.
I admire his tattoos and the way his muscles tense and flex.
He leans down and I wrap my arms around his neck and he kisses me again. He’s tugging on my lips and tasting every inch of them, not letting his tongue miss a spot.
The only time our lips disconnect is when he’s taking off my shirt. The rest of my clothes are somewhere on the floor of my room and his fingers trail down to my bare pussy.
He groans against my lips. “You’re always so wet and ready for me, avtor.”
I moan as he slides two fingers inside me, stretching me wide. “Slade.”
His other hand runs up and down my body, feeling every inch and making me hot and achy with need. “Your cunt wants me so bad, Isabella. She is swallowing my fingers perfectly and she’s so so wet and fucking ready for me,” he says as he thrusts his two fingers in and out.
He’s filling me while playing with my clit, getting me wetter.
He fucks me with his fingers in a savage and rough rhythm and when he curls them I feel my release building.
“Slade, I’m going to-”
“Cum baby. I love when you cum. You tighten around my fingers so strong, I can’t wait to fuck you, avtor. You can take it, my good girl, right?”
“Yes, Slade. Keep going.” I clench around his fingers, seconds away from my release.
Slade fucks me faster until I’m screaming and wrapping my legs around him.
His erection digs into my stomach as I grind into his fingers. Our breaths mix with one another's as our lips lightly press against each other.
He lets go of me and pulls his fingers out before moving his head down to my pussy and before I can ask him what he’s doing, he licks from my opening all the way to the hood of my pussy. I moan so loud, all of New York can probably hear me.
“Slade! Oh my god!” My core tightens on nothing and I thrust up into his face.
He pushes his tongue inside me before groaning. “Yebat, Isabella. Tvoya kiska na vkus kak moya.”
“I want you to teach me Russian,” I say.
He moves up my body after he’s done licking me and smirks down at me. “Why, so you can eavesdrop on my conversations?”
“No, so I know what you’re saying while we do things like this.”
“Trust me they are all good things.” He digs in his pockets and thinks for a second before saying, “I don’t have any condoms.”
“What do you mean? I thought you would have some.” I furrow my eyebrows.
Since I’m on birth control, I’m okay with him going bare, as long as he’s clean and he pulls out.
“I’ve only been with one person before you, Isabella, and that was when I was eighteen years old,” he says, looking at me intensely.
My heart tightens.
I would expect him to allow women to worship his body but I guess I was wrong.
I nod and gulp. “I trust you.”
He nods too and pulls his sweatpants down, revealing his long and hard dick where the tip is leaking pre-cum.
His tip looks so large and purple, almost angry appearing from how turned on he is.
“I’ll pull out,” he gets on the bed and positions himself between my legs. “Nezhnyy,” he whispers to himself.
“Kiss me.”
He looks away from where our bodies are about to join and looks up at me with lust and darkness in his eyes.
He leans down and presses his lips against mine hard. One of his hands goes to hold my hip and his other holds himself up so he doesn’t crush me.
“Medlennyy,” he whispers as he eases himself in.
I squeeze my eyes and wrinkle my nose as he sheaths himself fully inside me.
He strokes my hip as he goes deeper and I feel like it’ll never end until his hips finally meet mine.
“Blin, izvini.” He pulls out to the point where I can’t feel him and then he roughly thrusts inside me.
Pain explodes in the lower half of my body as he drives into me over and over again.
Slade doesn’t feel like Slade anymore. It’s like he blacked out and a monster has taken over.
“Ty takoy tesnyy, avtor, blya. Ty tak chertovski khorosho menya beresh', chto ya ne khochu ukhodit',” he whispers in my ear before taking my lips in his and thrusting a little faster.
My nails dig into his arms as I hold onto him while he rocks into me, going a little harder and faster each time.
My mouth parts against his as I moan from the pain and pleasure. “Slade,” I whimper. His hold on my hips tightens and he rams inside my pussy fast and hard as if I triggered something. “Oh my god, Slade! Slade!” I scream, scratching at him.
He grunts with every harsh thrust. He removes his lips from mine and sucks on my neck, leaving marks everywhere.
“This body is mine.” He trails his hand down my stomach.
He presses a harsh kiss on my lips. “These fucking lips are mine.” Slade puts his hand between us and presses his thumb against my clit.
My pussy stretches around him. “This cunt belongs to me.” He grabs onto my throat and fucks me like an animal, like a monster. “Tell me you’re mine, Isabella.”
My eyes open and they connect with his.
His eyes are filled with darkness and carnal desire.
My walls clench around him as I say, “I’m yours.”
“Again.” He thrusts harshly. I’m sure he’s leaving bruises.
“I’m yours, Slade.”
His grip on my neck is rough and almost threatening but I’m not scared.
If anything I’m fascinated.
He doesn’t treat me like glass, he fucks me like a madman and like he isn’t scared of breaking me.
Slade goes faster, not stopping or giving me a break even after I’ve cum around him. He tenses inside me before he pushes himself away. Spurts of his cum land on my stomach as he strokes his dick in front of me.
“Isabella,” he says my name like a prayer while cumming and I can’t pull my eyes away from him, fascinated with how godly he looks.
He tries to control his breathing while I lay my head back and close my eyes.
I could take a ten hour nap. Slade adjusts on top of me and I open my eyes and stare at him with confusion.
“You didn’t think we were done, did you? ”