Chapter 22 #2
“Sebastian!” she hisses, her eyes darting to the stairs. “Your daughter is right up there!”
I manage to rise to my elbows and stare at her incredulously. “Are you kidding me? You just sucked me off in the same space. How is it any different?”
“I don’t know, it just is,” she says, exasperatedly. “Camila coming downstairs and witnessing a blow job is more easily explained as I dropped something, your zipper broke, or I was fixing my shoe. Me naked from the waist down, sitting on your face? How do we explain that one, Mr. Smartypants?”
Good point.
“Just so I’m clear on the Isabella Santo sex rules, am I allowed to eat your pussy in our bedroom?”
“Yes, as long as the door is locked.” Camila mastered unlocking the door well over a year ago, but I’m not telling Isabella that.
“And the shower?”
“Again, with the door locked.” Isabella sits up so we’re eye to eye.
“What about the couch? Dom said something about him and Luca coming over tomorrow, and baby, I really want to fuck you there before then. I want to know you’ve come on my face, and then my cock, before your brothers have to sit right there.
” Yeah, it’s weird. And no, I’ll never blatantly tell them that they’re sitting in a place where I fucked their sister.
But just the thought of knowing that I’ve had her, right where they’ll inevitably sit in the future, is oddly intoxicating.
Isabella stares at me, wide-eyed, and I wonder if I’ve gone too far. That is, until she says, “Get your ass in the other room before I change my mind.”
Yes, ma’am. Scrambling to my feet, I pull my pants and underwear up, then grab Isabella around the waist and throw her over my shoulder.
She shrieks, covering her mouth with her hands, as I jog into the living room.
I lie on the couch, then motion for her to climb up.
“I wasn’t fucking kidding, Mami . Sit on my fucking face. ”
I expect her to be self-conscious, or tentative, but she surprises me once again by dropping her shorts and scrambling up my body. “You left your thong on.”
“Rip it off then,” she retorts, depositing her pussy directly on my mouth.
I groan as her scent and taste fill my mouth, and I suck her clit into my mouth through the flimsy fabric.
She gasps, groans, then covers her mouth with the corner of a throw pillow.
Gyrating shamelessly on my face, I watch, mesmerized, as she positions herself exactly where she needs. “Suck my clit until I come.”
“I fucking love when you tell me what you want, baby,” I rasp, snapping the thin sides of her thong so I can get direct access.
I slide two fingers inside her, and when I find that rough patch of nerves on the inner wall, I simultaneously suck on her clit.
Her back arches as an orgasm overtakes her, robbing her of the ability to breathe.
Head thrown back in bliss, I only wish I could see her face as she comes.
Pussy fluttering around me, she shakes and moans as she rides the aftershocks.
Isabella collapses against the back of the couch, and I frown as she moves away from my mouth. “I wasn’t done.”
“For now you are,” she says breathlessly. “I want to get to the sex part. I’ve never had two orgasms during penetration, so I figure you can try for that.”
“I do like a challenge,” I muse. Looking around the room, my gaze latches onto something I forgot about this room, and I’m fearing how to explain it to Isabella.
“If I tell you something, do you promise you’ll believe me when I say I absolutely forgot about it, and this was not in any way intentional? ”
Her head pops up. “That’s only slightly concerning.”
“Well, when everything happened with you, I wanted to be completely prepared in case anyone decided to pay me a visit at home. I figured your ex may have tattled that I was in the bakery that day, and I knew Devon would tell them all about me in your apartment. So I increased my security here.”
“That makes sense. I mean, you have Camila to think of, and your parents are here pretty often —” she stops suddenly, and I see the dawning in her eyes. “How many cameras do you have in here?”
“Three,” I respond simply. “One at the front door, one at the stairs, and one pointing toward the kitchen.”
“And in the kitchen?”
“Two.”
Isabella shifts backward, and I have a momentary sense of panic until she settles herself against my cock. “Do you have any outside?”
“Many,” I grit out as she rocks against me.
“With a view of the swing?”
“Yes,” I groan. Her breathing has quickened. Is she getting off on thinking about us essentially making a sex tape?
“And if I said I wanted to watch the footage, would you be okay with that?” she asks breathlessly, rising slightly so she can move my pants and boxer briefs out of the way, then settles herself directly onto my dick.
The heat from her pussy is euphoria-inducing.
One inch to the right, and I’m slipping inside her tight pussy.
“Baby, condom,” I growl. I’ll force her off in a minute. Just one minute to feel this, as my eyes close in bliss. “This feels so fucking good.”
“What if I said I didn’t want a condom?” she whispers, and my eyes pop back open.
“I thought you said you weren’t on anything.”
“What if … I’m not?”
Never thought I had a breeding kink until right this very fucking minute. The thought of fucking my seed into her? A very pregnant Isabella in my home, my bed, my life? Goddamn, I’m two seconds away from blowing. “You okay with that? Making a baby with me?”
“I wouldn’t be against it, if it happened,” she says breathlessly. “I do enjoy the trying part.”
I surprise her by flipping us over. “Let’s get something very clear here, sweetheart. If I get you pregnant, that’s it. You’re done. I’m never letting you go. Do you understand that? You’ll be mine.”
“I thought I already was yours.”
“You are. But then you’ll really be mine.”
She rolls her eyes, a smirk covering her face. “Like you were going to let me go anyway.”
I smile as I lean down to give her a harsh kiss. “I’d have at least let you think you had a choice, Mami .”
“Then fuck me like you mean it … Papi .”
Fuuuuuuuck.
I groan as I grab her thighs, positioning them to wrap around my waist, and then I begin a vicious pace.
I’m not going to last long, but Isabella’s pussy is already fluttering around me, so I know she’s right there with me.
Sliding a hand between our sweaty bodies, I pinch her clit between my thumb and forefinger, and she detonates.
Her walls clamp down tightly, so tightly I can barely move, and I unload inside her.
It’s the first time I’ve ever come bare inside a woman.
Collapsing on top of Isabella, I note that our hearts are beating against one another with the same beat, and I smile as I think of the symmetry there. She’s had my heart for years, so it only makes sense they’d beat as one.
A Puerto Rican-Italian Mashup
While it may have started as fake, it’s clear to anyone that the relationship between Isabella Santo and Sebastian Garcia will stand the test of time. What we didn’t know, however, was the fact that our favorite biker boy also rocks the title of hot dad!
Other online news sources may give you his child’s name, gender, age, and all the details I’m privy to, but I will not be doing that. I firmly believe children should stay off the Internet. Is the child gorgeous? Absolutely. But I will not feature them at all.
The child’s biological mother chose not to be part of their life.
And while Ms. Santo may never have viewed herself as maternal, I have no doubt she will be an excellent mother.
This author hopes Mr. Garcia and Ms. Santo choose to procreate, as whatever offspring they produce will be absolutely breathtaking.
Isabella: WTF!
Me: What?
Isabella: That stupid website just posted an article about us, Camila, and any potential offspring!
Me: Did they print Camila’s name? Because I have no problem going after them for that.
Isabella: No, they claim that they feel children shouldn’t be on the Internet that way.
Me: Well. Shockingly, I agree with them.
Me: I also agree that you’ll be an excellent mother.