Chapter 22
SEBASTIAN
M ake me forget everything but you.
“Done.” Yanking her against me, I crash my lips to hers. I can make her forget the world. The only thing she’ll remember tonight is that she completes my world.
Isabella slides her hands around my neck, up into my hair, clutching the strands tightly between her fingers. The brief twitch of pain is refreshing. It’s keeping me grounded and focused on the gorgeous creature in my lap.
When she sighs against my lips, I take the opportunity to stroke my tongue on hers, circling it and reveling in the velvety softness as her taste overwhelms me.
Isabella absentmindedly chewed a piece of gum on the way home from her parents’ house, and a hint of mint still resides in her mouth.
The overwhelming flavor of sweet vanilla is there, a flavor I’ve come to realize is how her entire body tastes.
Vanilla is so inherently Isabella that I’ll never be able to smell it and think of anyone but her.
As if I could ever think of anyone but my beautiful queen.
Grabbing Isabella’s ass, I grind her down against my engorged cock, feeling her intake of breath as pleasure courses through both of us. The heat from her pussy soaks through every article of clothing, and I’m desperate to get my mouth on her so she can soak my face.
I break off the kiss to trail my mouth down her neck, finding the buttons on her shirt as I go.
I get frustrated when I can’t get the buttons undone with one hand, because I’ve slipped my other hand down her shorts to grab a handful of her luscious ass, so I rip the shirt off.
I assume Isabella will be mad, but she surprises me once again.
“That was way hotter than it should be,” she moans. “But you’re replacing it.”
“I’ll buy you whatever you want as long as I get these tits in my mouth right fucking now,” I murmur, yanking down the cup of her bra and sealing my lips around her rosy nipple.
Isabella clutches my head against her as I suck hard, and she lets out the deepest moan I’ve ever heard.
The sound reverberates through the trees, and it makes me wonder if I should move this indoors, but I’m too far gone to care.
If any member comes up to me and admits seeing this, they’re booted from the club.
They know to steer clear of my home, so if they’re watching, they’ve already broken a rule.
Lavishing the same attention on the other breast, I manage to slide my hand further between Isabella’s thighs to reach her center.
She’s positively dripping, and after making my fingers wet, I retreat slightly to press against her untouched hole.
Isabella gasps as her body stiffens, but as I swirl my finger gently, she relaxes into me.
“So good,” she mumbles. She tilts her head back as I switch between her nipples, then apply a little more pressure against her ass, pushing the tip of my finger just past the ring of muscle.
She’s tight, so damn tight, that once I finally take her ass, I know I’ll come immediately.
Just the thought of anal makes pre-cum leak out of my cock, painfully aroused against my boxer briefs, but I’m not whipping him out until Isabella comes.
“You like this, baby?” I whisper, and she nods emphatically. “You like me fingering your ass?”
“I do. God, Sebastian, this makes me want you to fuck me there,” she cries out, and bucks against my hand, making my finger slip in to the first knuckle. Another gorgeous moan as I nibble on her nipple, and she rests her forehead against mine.
“I’ve never seen you looking so gorgeous.
The sounds you’re making, how you can’t stop grinding on me.
It’s fucking intoxicating, Isabella. You’re going to come now, with my fingers in your ass, and then you’re going to beg me to fuck you.
Then I’ll bury myself so fucking deep inside of you that we won’t be able to tell where you end and I begin. ”
“God, yes, please,” she moans. Sucking on her nipple again, tonguing it in torturously slow strokes, I carefully squeeze a second digit into her ass.
She groans so deliciously as her body begins to tense, and I push my length up against her clit to hit three erogenous zones at once. “I’m about to come …”
“Soak me, Mami . Let me see that orgasm.”
Isabella’s a vision as she comes, her entire body shuddering as her head thuds against my shoulder. Releasing her nipple with a satisfying pop, I stare down at my beautiful woman, a hint of a smile on her face as she pants.
“Does it make me sound ridiculous to say that I love when you call me Mami ? It’s incredibly sexy for some reason,” she finally says, making me chuckle.
Carefully sliding my fingers out of her, I reach across the swing for a roll of paper towels. I’ll go inside in a moment to more thoroughly wash my hands, but I want to ask her something first. “I like that you find it sexy. But what’s your favorite name that I call you?”
Isabella ponders this for a minute as her breathing slows.
“You asked me once before, and I think I said amor . But now I want to amend it to mi amor , because calling someone ‘love’ can be pretty basic. But saying ‘my love’ is better. It’s concrete and resolute.
It’s about you and me. And I really like that. ”
“I do too, mi amor .” I peck her lips quickly, then move her to stretch out on the swing. “I’ll be right back.”
I quickly jog inside to wash my hands, and debate on running upstairs to get a condom, but I don’t want to presume what may happen next.
We could sit outside and cuddle, and I’d still be fucking ecstatic.
But I don’t get an opportunity to meet her back on the swing, because she silently creeps in behind me, sliding her arms around my waist. “Missed me already?”
“I did. But I had ulterior motives for coming in here,” she says, her voice decidedly husky as she squeezes between me and the counter. I place my hands on either side of her, bracketing her in, and she smiles like it’s exactly what she wanted me to do.
“Oh?” I cock an eyebrow. “What motives do you have?”
Her smile is sweet, but her eyes are deceptively sparkling. There’s a devilish glint, and as I’m trying to decipher the look, she drops to her knees and has my pants undone in seconds. Opening her mouth wide, Isabella takes me to the back of her throat, and my knees buckle.
“Goddamn, baby,” I choke, but a hand grabs onto her hair, holding her against me.
I want to fuck her face so badly. I want to see mascara running down her cheeks, and feel her choke around me.
It’s probably a little sick and twisted, but as I watch Isabella’s pupils blow out with desire, I think she might just like a little pain with her pleasure too. “Do you want me to fuck your face?”
She nods, taking a hand and placing it on top of mine, pushing her head against me even harder. She swallows, and black spots dot my vision at how phenomenal it feels. “Tap my thighs twice if you need me to stop.”
The vixen shakes her head, then winks at me, before sliding her mouth off my cock. “I want it to hurt, Sebastian. Make it fucking hurt.”
Holy fucking Christ.
“You want it to hurt?” She nods. “You want me to make it hurt, maybe treat you like my little slut?” Her eyes close in bliss, and she moans as she sucks me deep into her mouth again.
Fucking hell. Her mouth should come with a warning label.
Sweet and quiet Isabella Santo, the introverted baker, deep throats like a porn star.
Wrapping her hair around my fist, I begin thrusting into her mouth, every few strokes holding my cock as deep into her throat as possible.
She moans happily, fondling my balls, then hollows out her cheeks to suck hard.
I hiss as I fight off my impending orgasm, wanting to live in this moment for as long as possible.
She’s a vision on her knees before me, and she knows it.
Grasping her hand in mine, I intertwine our fingers together as I continue to rut into her mouth.
“So fucking good,” I grit out. “Gonna come down your throat so hard. Be a good girl and swallow every drop. Good girls get to come again. Good girls get to sit on my face and drown me. Are you a good fucking girl?”
Sucking as hard as she can, she doesn’t answer.
Instead, she slips a hand between my ass cheeks, and slips a fingertip right against a spot I’ve only touched myself.
The orgasm shoots up my spine so fast I barely have time to ready myself, and I certainly don’t have time to warn her.
Rope after rope of cum shoots down her throat as I roar her name.
I’m shaking as I rest one forearm on the counter, my vision blurry as Isabella licks me slowly. She drags her tongue around the tip sensually, making my body shake, and one last drop appears. She sweetly licks it off, and that’s when my knees can’t hold me up.
“Oof!” Isabella groans as I fall half on her. “Are you okay?”
“I should be asking you that,” I reply, my voice as hoarse as I’ve ever heard it. “What the actual fuck was that?”
She smiles at me as she stands to wash her hands. “What? A girl can’t pick up some tricks here or there? ”
I chuckle breathlessly. “I low-key want to murder whichever men taught you all of that, but I also want to thank them tremendously.”
Isabella giggles as she dries her hands and joins me on the ground.
We’re laying on my kitchen floor after the best blow job of my fucking life, and I don’t have the energy to move.
“Some things I’ve learned along the way, but porn is pretty dang educational when you want to learn stuff.
Granted, I’m lucky that I don’t have a gag reflex, but how to give a good blow job is essential for any woman.
It turns out I also really love giving them, so I put effort into the craft. ”
“I fucking love you,” I mumble, and she cackles. “Now get up here and sit on my face.”