Isabella
That was easier than I’d anticipated, and now that I was in his bedroom, I felt a little nervous. It was all so pristine. There wasn’t a single wrinkle in his bedding. Zero dust on any surface. Not a single sock on the floor. I had to ask myself if that was normal.
Warmth spread over my back, fingers held my arms, and that was when I felt him. The mighty specimen that needed no introduction. It lay cradled between my arse cheeks, with only a few scraps of fabric between us.
How could Morticia—or Sadie—cheat on this cock? Where was she getting a replacement cock of this size?
“We can go slow, if you’re nervous,” he murmured, rubbing my arms up and down.
Skin-on-skin contact.
“I-I’m not sure if I want to go slow or fast,” I whispered, turning to face him. “But I do want you, Luke. More than anything I have in a very long time.”
His eyes were like rich soil, grounded and steady, with the weight of things unsaid beneath the surface. For the first time since I’d met this wonderful man, hesitation made him pause.
“I will always give you what you need,” he murmured.
That made me wish I’d had an open, honest discussion about sex with him. I tugged on his tie before it began to slide away from his collar. His hands went for the knot at the side of my dress that held it in place.
The tie fell between us, and I began to work on his buttons immediately. It had been so long, but Clive was gone. Our dreams had vanished. Our small family had broken apart.
Luke was safe. He’d been hurt, and over the hours of late-night phone calls, he’d come to know how the layers of loss had affected me.
I wanted to be touched. To be held. To be more than a mother again.
As if Luke heard me, he peeled the dress down to my waist, leaning in to kiss my cheek. The dress slid lower until it pooled at my feet, his lips trailing along my jaw. His hands rested over my buttocks as his mouth claimed mine.
He guided me to the bed, laid me down, and before I could yank his shirt free from his waistband, I went for his belt instead. I stretched my back against the soft cotton beneath me, quite ready to violate his pristine bed.
His trousers fell to reveal dark grey boxers, so snug I could see the curve of his balls, the thick, juicy tip straining to escape the elasticated waistband.
Christmas had come early.
I had decorum, so I didn’t clap my hands and sing hallelujah.
The shirt slid down his arms as he moved closer. He seemed to swallow the space between us, chest broad enough to block out the room and any residual doubts.
He slid my bra straps down my arms as I felt his legs brush against mine. I closed my eyes when he peeled the lace away. His large hands cupped my breasts, pressing them together before wet heat enveloped one peak.
Sticky heat seeped into my knickers—already wet from sharing a meal with him, I knew they were ruined.
“Isabella,” he murmured, before tormenting my other nipple with his tongue and lips.
I held onto him, grounding myself as he continued to worship me.
His hand covered my belly, pausing over my navel before slipping beneath the lace.
He groaned against my breast when he felt how wet I was.
His fingers began to work over my folds, one long middle finger pushing through until my hips chased him.
“Luke,” I cried, parting my thighs for him. “Yes.”
“My good girl,” he murmured, his lips moving upwards.
Hot, wet lips trying to kiss every inch of my skin.
“Such a wet pussy, Isabella. You’re perfect,” he moaned, reaching my neck.
Another finger joined the first, and he pushed deeper. I sighed in relief, moving my hands up to hold his shoulders.
“You’re going to take every last inch until I’m balls deep inside this hungry little hole,” he said, thrusting his fingers in and out.
I couldn’t speak. I only had the capacity to pant as I felt that delicious tension build. The filth of his words was fresh and thrilling in a way I couldn’t articulate. So I nodded rapidly, not wanting him to stop. He dragged my knickers down my thighs until I felt them fall and catch on one shoe.
He removed that last barrier between us—his boxer shorts.
I wasn’t surprised to see the well-manicured hair surrounding the fattest cock I’d ever seen. Which was a total of three cocks, so perhaps not relevant. The hair was mostly dark, with some silver running through it. He moved and raised my legs until I lost sight of him.
I felt him there. His cock pressed between my thighs.
Oh god, he was rubbing it over me.
I was about to beg when he held the rounded tip at my entrance. When he didn’t move, I opened my eyes.
“Forever, Isabella,” he vowed, eyes blazing, as he began to spread me open.
My eyelids fluttered, but all I could do was feel. It was warm, persistent, and so very large.
Real.
Yes.
Oh, yes.
His weight pressed down on me before he withdrew and plunged back into me with a deep groan I felt rumble through his chest. I couldn’t move—I was pinned beneath him. He began to snap his hips back and forth like a machine. Each thrust seemed to steal the air from my lungs.
It was unbelievable.
I heard the sounds I made, but they seemed distant, more animalistic than human. His exerted bursts of air joined in as he increased his effort. The slapping of flesh. The way his heavy balls landed against my wet pussy.
It all began to converge into one event.
“Yeah, baby. You’re doing it. You’re taking all of me. So tight. So good. All mine,” he panted. “Now cum for me. Soak my balls with your cum, baby.”
My legs trembled, muscles tightening, and he slammed into me so hard he hit something deep inside, his pelvis grinding against me. The combination made me detonate. My pussy contracted violently. My guttural cry was long and broken. Then Luke shouted my name as his hot cum gushed inside me.
It felt like a reward, the way he kept repeating my name.
“Only three more times to go,” he rasped.
My eyes widened, but my pussy clenched around him.
Fuck. Just as well I was off work tomorrow.
I’d need to call Amber.
I was still prioritising my night when he began to move. That thick, long cock began to move again. Inside me. Into the shape he’d carved out for himself.
And I lay there and took every inch like the good girl I was.