9. Isabelle
ISABELLE
Wyatt’s body pins me to the ground, his taste flooding my senses as he kisses me hard.
I can’t move. I feel so tiny beneath his hulking frame.
Powerless. But I love it. I’m finally surrendering myself to him—ignoring all the reasons I shouldn’t.
He’s meant to be off-limits, forbidden, but my body doesn’t care.
Desire is taking over me, pooling hot and slick between my legs as I wrap them around Wyatt’s hips, shuddering at the friction between us.
“Fuck, Pixie,” he grunts, pulling back from our kiss. “You have no idea what you’ve been doing to me.”
His pale blue eyes are burning with need, drilling into me until I can hardly breathe.
The sky above us is streaked with color, trees creaking in the wind as Wyatt grabs at my dress and pulls it up until it’s bunched around my waist. The evening air is warm against my exposed skin, and I quiver in anticipation as Wyatt slides a giant hand into my panties.
He keeps his gaze fixed on me as his fingers brush against my core, touching my most intimate spot.
When he reaches my clit, my hips buck, a breath caught in my throat.
“You’re so wet for me, princess.” His voice is low, eyes feral. “I need a taste.”
Before I can process what he just said, he’s already feeling his way down my body, moving fast. I tense as he reaches for my panties, about to yank them down, and he seems to notice my hesitation.
“You okay?” he asks hoarsely. “Am I moving too fast? Sorry, beautiful, you’ve just been driving me so fucking crazy?—”
I shake my head, melting at his words. “It’s not that. I’m just worried someone will see us.”
Wyatt raises an eyebrow. “This is my land. Nobody comes out here. It’s just you and me, Isabelle.”
I shiver when he says my name, wondering how I ended up here, lying beneath this gorgeous mountain man. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I can still hear that guilty little voice reminding me why this is a bad idea.
Dad’s friend…twice your age…
But the voice is barely a whisper now, and I’m way too far gone to listen. Wyatt’s rugged maturity, the lines on his handsome face, the strands of silver in his russet beard: they’re all a reminder that he’s forbidden fruit. Too old for me.
And it only makes me want him more.
He pulls down my panties and tosses them aside, pushing my thighs apart to reveal my wet core. My breathing quickens. I’ve never been exposed like this before, laid bare, but it feels right with Wyatt. I want him to see me. I don’t want anything between us.
“So fucking pretty,” he mutters, pressing feathery kisses down my stomach, moving down, down, down…
“Ah!” I let out a cry as he reaches my clit, and Wyatt stills, running his tongue over it slowly like he’s testing my reactions. Then he sucks the sensitive nub into his mouth. My nerves explode. I throw my head back, toes curling as he teases me, bringing me to the brink with his lips, his tongue…
Oh, God, yes!
I grab blindly at his hair, bucking my hips, grinding against his mouth.
Something animal has taken over me, wild and pleasure-hungry, bulldozing all my inhibitions.
I feel Wyatt’s fingers press against my slit, probing until he finds my entrance.
Then he slides them into me, stretching me open until I can hardly breathe.
He pumps me in a desperate rhythm, sucking harder, forcing me closer to the edge.
The sensations are too much to handle. My clit throbs against Wyatt’s lips, pleasure coiling tight, threatening to consume me.
Then, all at once, I come undone.
“Wyatt!”
My vision blurs, the sky turning white as my orgasm rockets through me, leaving me quivering against Wyatt’s hungry mouth. When he comes up for air, his beard glistens with my juices, and I watch as he sucks his fingers dry.
“You taste so damn sweet, Pixie. I could eat that pretty pussy all day.”
His voice is a deep growl, sending a fresh wave of longing through me as he eases off me and stands up, unbuttoning his flannel shirt.
He shrugs it off to reveal his broad chest—a solid wall of muscle, tanned and flecked with red-brown hair.
I take in his bulging arms, my eyes drifting down to his scars.
They stretch from wrist to elbow, puckered and waxy.
“Not pretty, is it?” he says, scowling down at his forearm.
“I like it, Wyatt. It shows how brave you are.”
His expression softens as he looks down at me, crouching to place his rolled-up shirt under my head—a makeshift pillow.
“If you like it, that’s all that matters,” he says, pressing a soft kiss on my lips.
He smells like sex, his beard still soaked with my arousal, and soon enough he’s back on his feet, unbuckling his brown leather belt.
My nerves tingle with anticipation, wetness seeping down my thighs as I watch him.
He towers above me like a giant, silhouetted by the dark trees and the vivid pink and purple sunset as he pulls down his jeans and boxers in one quick movement.
His cock is as huge as the rest of him, thick and swollen, and a shiver of primal need courses through me.
I never knew my body could want something this much.
My breath quickens as Wyatt kneels beside me, pulling my dress up over my head and tossing it to join his jeans on the ground.
I unhook my bra and shrug it off my shoulders.
Nobody has ever seen me naked, but I don’t feel self-conscious like I thought I would.
It feels so natural to be vulnerable with Wyatt. Safe.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his gaze roaming my curves. “Fuck, you’re even more perfect than I imagined.”
I glow at his praise, smiling teasingly. “Does that mean you’ve been imagining me naked?”
“Obviously.” He lowers himself on top of me, easing between my thighs with a grunt. “I wanted you the minute I saw you, Pixie.”
“I wanted you too…so much.”
He lets out a grunt of satisfaction at my words, and I suck in a breath as his cock pokes between my thighs. His body dwarfs mine, hardness against softness, and for a moment, I’m dizzy with overwhelm.
“I…I’m still a virgin.” I blurt it out like a confession, my voice quivering slightly. “Is that okay?”
“So am I, Pixie.”
His response isn’t what I expected, and I blink up at him, surprised. “You are?”
He nods. “Too busy working to date when I was young. Then I moved up here in my early twenties. Avoided people. I never cared…never wanted anybody…not until you showed up.”
My heart flutters, and I wrap my legs around his hips, threading my hands behind his neck as I whisper, “I want you to be my first.”
“Not just your first, princess,” he growls. “Your only.”
With that, he pushes forward, thrusting his giant cock into my aching core. I feel myself stretch around his girth, my eyes watering as he fills me up inch by inch. When he finally bottoms out, I gasp at how deep he is, trying to adjust to the feeling of him inside me.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Wyatt grits out. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, it’s just…really big.” I squeeze my eyes shut, breathing hard. “But I’m okay.”
Wyatt leans down, brushing feathery kisses up my neck. I breathe him in, musk and sandalwood mingling with the pine trees around us. Slowly, he starts to rock his hips, eyes locking onto mine as he moves inside me. I let out a shuddery moan, and his grip on me tightens.
“Good girl.” His voice is deep and gentle, even as his thrusts turn rough. “I’ve got you, princess.”
He moves faster. Pleasure sizzles through my veins, every nerve on fire as Wyatt fucks me hard, his cock slapping into me.
A sob escapes my throat, the wet smacking sounds of sex filling my ears, echoing around the forest. My body is pinned to the ground, trapped beneath Wyatt’s brawn.
The grass tickles my naked flesh, and my desperate moans drown out the lapping sounds of the lake.
Oh God, it feels so good…
The friction drives me wild. Wyatt’s chest brushes my sensitive nipples, his body grinding against my clit as he stuffs me full of his cock. The sensations send shockwaves of bliss through me, and I start to buck my hips, meeting his urgent thrusts.
“Oh, Wyatt!”
He groans, eyes burning into mine, feral with lust. “That feel good, princess?”
I nod eagerly. “Y-yes.”
“Good girl.” He grabs my chin with one hand, running his thumb over my bottom lip. “You look so fucking pretty with my cock inside you. Keep taking it, just like that.”
“Yes! Oh! Please don’t stop.”
“I won’t stop, princess. Not until you come on my cock.” He reaches for my hands, trapping them above my head. “I’m gonna fuck your pretty little pussy until you scream my name.”
The world dissolves until there’s nothing but Wyatt’s eyes burning into me. My heels dig into his back, my core throbbing around his hardness as we rut like animals on the forest floor. I can’t hold on much longer, and suddenly Wyatt’s voice sounds in my ear, rough and urgent.
“You’re. Mine. Princess.” He punctuates each word with a deep thrust. “All mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I moan, my body trembling. “I’m yours.”
Then the world explodes, and I scream his name, pleasure flooding me from head to toe as I come. I writhe beneath him, shuddering around his cock, sobbing as my orgasm crashes over me in intense waves.
His… I think dazedly to myself.
I’m all his.