Chapter 11
Vance
I like this game—probably because Isabella doesn’t—but soon she’ll be married off to some prick. My job will be done, and we can all move the fuck on from this.
I turn onto my back. I ache for her, but I can’t keep doing this. I’m not allowed to want something so virginal when she’s already hanging on to her innocence by a thread. If I had let her, she’d have jerked me off and I would have come in her forbidden hand.
But I stopped her.
Because...well, fuck, I don’t know why. I guess it doesn’t take away from her virginity if I spill my load on her pure skin or put my mouth on her pretty little cunt.
The frustration behind that evil thought eats away at my dignity.
I get out of bed and slip out the door. The carpet cushions each step as I make my way to her room. I push open the door and see her form beneath the weighted blanket.
She’s not sleeping. I know she’s been lying awake and thinking about me too. I bet if I walk over to her and spread her thighs, she’ll be soaked for me. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s a creamy mess from getting herself off. I should have watched the camera.
Fuck it.
I make my way across her bedroom, lift the corner of the blanket, and crawl into bed with her. My cock is already hard from the thought of how wet she might be, and it rests against her lower back as I lay behind her. Before she can say something to annoy me, I hook my hand around her hip and lower it down the front of her shorts.
Her slit is soaked with slick wetness. Her lips part and I expect some sarcastic comment to leave them, but only a soft whimper slips through as my fingers glide through her excitement.
“Is this all from me, little girl?” I ask, my voice low and gravelly.
She shakes her head. “From me, too,” she whimpers.
Her words fire me up. I crawl over her and pin her on her back. “I thought I told you that you can’t touch yourself.”
She scoffs and strains against my immovable grasp. “Well, I did.”
“What were you thinking about?” I ask, pressing my hips into hers.
“None of your business.”
“You’re my business. Including what’s in your head.”
She blinks. “I thought about riding your lap.” She squirms beneath me. “Now get the fuck off me.”
What is up with this girl and humping shit like a horny dog?
“I have a better idea.” I sit up and pull her shorts aside. Her cunt looks good enough to eat, and that’s what I fully intend to do. “Have you ever had a mouth on you?” I ask.
She shakes her head.
I scoot down and crawl between her legs. I breathe in her scent, her intoxicating aroma so thick with arousal. I blow air on her swollen clit, and her hips jerk forward.
“What do you want?” I ask.
“Your mouth,” she whispers. “Please.”
The way she said “please” drives me wild and blinds me with desire. Isabella never begs for anything.
I lower my face to her pussy, spreading her lips with my tongue. The heat from my mouth sends a jolt of electricity through her entire body, and she jerks as if she’s come into contact with a live wire. A surprised moan leaves her lips.
I lick her with my tongue in long, broad strokes between quick and relentless flicks. Her moans lengthen and grow louder as she buries her hand in my hair and pulls me deeper. I take in every drop of sweetness, cleaning her before I cause more to drip from her.
“Daddy,” she moans, and not in a sarcastic way.
I feel weird about it, but the word is so filled with her impending orgasm, I can’t help but like it.
“Come for daddy,” I growl before burying my face between her legs and eating her like she’s my last meal before her father executes me.
Her thighs tremble against the sides of my head as she gets closer to her edge, and I shove my fingers inside her tight pussy to see if I can get her there without her needing to hump my leg. A loud moan blows into the air as I sink two of my fingers to her depths. My thumb grazes her clit as I tongue her hood with long strokes.
“I’m going to come,” she screams through a heavy moan. Her hips move against my mouth, and she grinds against my face as a warm gush coats my chin.
“Good fucking girl,” I growl as I pull away from her twitching pussy and wipe my mouth.
I lie beside her and enjoy the way undying pleasure laces each heaving breath that leaves her chest.
“Wow,” she whispers. “That felt so fucking good.”
I throb at her surprise. As if she didn’t know this is exactly what would happen when I tongue-fucked her. That I’d devour her and swallow every drop of her pleasure.
She rolls over and drapes an arm across my chest. Her hand moves lower until she grasps my dick through my boxers.
I won’t stop her this time. I let her warm hand wander beneath the waistband, where she wraps her bare skin around mine. Fuck, she feels good. She lowers the front of my boxers and strokes my length, looking up at me with her big, dark eyes as she rubs the dick of someone she should never be allowed to touch. She swirls around my head until my balls tighten in time with her grasp.
I’m going to come. I’m going to spill my load in her hand.
“Make me come,” I growl as I drop my head back.
She squeezes my head as she strokes, and I spill my load onto her skin. It’s so bad. I’m so bad.
But she’s so fucking good.