Chapter 24 – Gabby
Chapter Twenty-Four
Gabby
“The last guy I loved cheated on me, Isaac.”
“You want me to kill him?” he asks, with absolutely no hesitation, not even the slightest thought that this might not be what I want from him. My body stiffens, although mysteriously I notice that Isaac’s cock is still pressed up against my leg – still hard.
“No…” I say. “I don’t want to love the wrong man again.”
Isaac chuckles. “Oh, baby. I’m definitely the wrong man… But I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I’ll pay that Harvard tuition if you want.”
“You don’t have that kind of money.”
“You don’t know what kind of money I have.”
Fair.
“Shut up,” I whisper, and kiss him to avoid talking about finances.
Or how badly he wants me to stay with him.
When we stop talking, I want him. But whenever I let myself think, the guilt talks me out of it.
There’s a part of me that wants to stop myself from having nice things.
Like… because my ex cheated on me with his sister, I feel like I owe it to the world to descend into madness, to become a suspicious mess.
I mean… Isaac’s ex tried to kill me, so my paranoia isn’t exactly out of the blue.
But his body close to mine makes me forget all my worries. He relaxes me completely. And the swollen wet spot between my legs yearns for him the way my lips are desperate for more of Isaac’s kisses.
“I’ll shut up if you grab my cock and slide it between your legs,” he whispers between soft kisses that thrust me straight into the hands of temptation, which I am utterly powerless to fight against.
Because I have permission – and not out of sheer desire – I reach my hand between Isaac’s legs.
The massive slab of meat throbbing in my hand causes an instant physical reaction in me.
Desire. Isaac makes a low growl in the back of his throat.
I imagine a dick that big would only be more sensitive all over. I want to feel him inside me…
We waited this long. We fought our attraction to each other. Why can’t I let nice things happen to me?
“You’re almost there,” Isaac murmurs, teasing me to touch him more.
I move my hand over his hass, feeling the tight muscles flex as I expose his bare cheeks and grab onto his bare cock next.
The thick slab of meat is warm and veiny, pulsing with Isaac’s desire for me.
The slightest breath and movement from him only makes me wetter for him.
I take the thick large member and slide it against my entrance, just to feel how big he is in comparison to my tightness.
I have no intentions of actually making love to him.
I just want to feel how big the head of his massive cock is in comparison to my body.
Isaac’s hips move forward slightly and the massive thing almost spears me.
But he’s too big to spread me open with one push.
I keep my hands wrapped around his cock as I pull him closer to me.
He slides the thick head of his member forward again.
This time, Isaac pierces me and buries the thick head of his cock inside my pussy.
He stretches me out just from the initial intrusion.
His body relaxes with utter satisfaction as we both draw closer to satisfying our desires for each other.
“We’re better off not fighting it…” he mutters.
“There’s no use…” He kisses my neck and I cry out as Isaac buries the rest of his dick between my legs.
I feel a warm knot in the base of my stomach as the full length of his shaft pierces me.
I almost can’t breathe as he presses his weight on top of me.
Even Isaac’s breathing is slow and haggard as he tries to adjust to the feeling of being inside me.
I know that I love this man. I wish the words were easier for me to say.
Love flows from Isaac so easily. Right now, I’m glad we don’t have to talk.
I just want to feel him. My hips buck upwards to meet the full length of his dick.
I don’t even care how much pain I feel from letting that thick veiny monster dick penetrate me.
As our bodies press together, I stop wanting to fight our closeness and start succumbing to the immaculate feeling of having Isaac driving between my legs.
I pull him closer to me, spreading my legs so I can feel him deeper.
Every inch of me pulses with absolute euphoria as he slides his cock out of me with a slow withdrawal and then pumps the entire length inside me.
Oh God… It feels so good to have him inside me.
My thighs tighten around Isaac’s body, intensifying the pressure I feel from each of his deep thrusts as he makes love to me slowly, breaking in his new bed with our humping and thumping.
He makes a low, excited growl in the back of his throat and moves his hips with an even more intense rhythm.
I draw him closer and our lips meet. Isaac’s deep, slow kisses seem to match the pace of his thrusts.
His body feels so responsive to mine. Every time I moan and feel the intense pleasure mounting between my legs, Isaac drives his cock exactly the right way to satisfy me more.
I edge closer to an orgasm I know I won’t be able to control.
My teeth sink into my lower lip as if that could be enough to stop a moan from coming out.
Isaac grunts with satisfaction as he watches me lose control and then – he feels it.
I cum hard. A true, intense, body-shaking orgasm takes over me and grips onto his cock which Isaac slides into me with another deep thrust.
This orgasm is perfect. Better than any I’ve had before.
He knows just where to touch me, just how to respond to what my body needs exactly.
I hold him close. My fingers sink into Isaac’s beard and he responds with exactly what I want, bringing his face closer to mine so I can kiss him slow and deep.
“I’m almost there,” he grunts between our slow deep kisses. “Fuck, I don’t want this to end…”
But his hips and our desires get the better of us both.
Isaac moves in a steady, fast rhythm again and I can feel him getting closer.
I draw him in with rhythmic control over my tightness and by easing my hand over his muscular ass cheeks to pull him in and give into that feeling of being wanted that so many men have.
It works. I feel a spread of goose flesh against his pale, flushed skin.
Isaac groans and releases with pleasure that feels like it was pent up behind a wall. His release is so powerful and emotional, that I feel it. Not just his big cock throbbing between my legs. Or the powerful jets of cum that coat my inner walls.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Fuck that feels so good…”
I whimper and kiss him, not wanting his cock to soften, or his body to leave mine.
I share his sentiment from earlier. I don’t want this to end either.
And even if Isaac comes with kids and a crazy ex-wife, right now, the physical connection between us tells me everything that I need to know.
My gut is right about this man. That initial powerful sense of magnetism I felt towards him in the bar feels so justified.
“I love you, Gabby. I know our timing is wrong but… I’ll make it right. I swear.”
And I so badly want to trust him with that.
“Okay,” I whisper. “I’ll stay. But… I need to save money so that if this doesn’t work out, I won’t be homeless. I can’t start Harvard without a back up plan.”
“Save all the money you want. Your independence doesn’t scare me one bit. As long as you’re safe and as long as you agree to stay.”
“What are you going to tell the kids?”
Isaac chuckles. “I don’t fucking know. I will make it up as I go along just like my parents did.”
“It’s not comforting to be in their position.”
“No,” Isaac whispers. “It’s not. “But we don’t need to talk about the past, Gabrielle. I just want to hold you…”