Foreplay

Zella 

His eyes darkened as he watched me scramble to pull my dress down. He moved, and I was pressed between the counter and him in two massive strides. My breath failed me when his large hand cupped my jaw, tilting my head up to look at him.  

"U-Uncle Zay-"

"Say it right," He said darkly, and the richness of his voice had my belly flipping. Hot liquid pooled down my thighs. I had just orgasmed, and yet I felt so starved and parched, every bit of my arousal being woken up by his hand on me. 

"W-What?"

"Say my name, right, princess?" He repeated, his thumb stroking a spot under my jaw. "Say it the way you did when you had your fingers buried in your cunt a few minutes ago." 

I gasped, red-faced. "Isaiah, I-"

A deep, low groan filled his chest, and it had me trembling. He leaned down, his face mere inches from mine. The deep spicy scent of his Blanc cologne filled my head, and I grew dizzy with need. Unconsciously, I tipped my head forward. He was so close, I wanted to feel his lips on mine.  

His hand slid down from my jaw to wrap around my neck.  

"Say it again, Ella," 

Ella. Only he called me that.  

"Isaiah," I panted, and the space between our lips disappeared in a blink. Isaiah King's mouth came down on mine, hard, hot, and demanding. I kissed him like my life depended on it. I had craved, dreamed, and hoped for this, for six freaking years. I would think about the consequences later, right now, I just... I just needed a taste. I grabbed his suit jacket, clinging to him as he teased my lips apart and his tongue slipped into my mouth.  

I moaned as he thrust his tongue against mine, feeling more liquid pool down my thighs until my panties got soaked. His hand tightened around my neck as the kiss deepened, while the other hand moved around my waist, pulling me against him. His hard-on pushed against my belly, and I gasped when he slowly rocked his hips against me, thrusting his boner against my belly while practically fucking my mouth with his tongue.  

When he pulled away, I dragged in huge gulps of air and squealed when he reached behind me to yank down my zipper.  

"I need to see you, princess," He said, breathing raggedly. He picked me up and placed me on the counter. "Spread those legs for me, tell me what you were thinking about when you had your fingers buried in your pussy," 

I blushed hard. "I-Isaiah, I.. I can't," 

"Tell me, baby girl," He rasped, prying my legs apart. He pushed my dress down by the shoulder, and it pooled around my waist. With a groan, he undid the clasp on my bra, and my tits tumbled out into the open. His hand dropped to grab one of them, teasing my aching nipple with his thumb. "Beautiful,"

"Isaiah, please," I begged as he rolled my nipples in his thumb. My hand reached for his tie, and I pulled him closer.  

"What are you begging for, sweet girl? Fuck, Zella, I've imagined this a million times, you spread open for me like this," His face contorted as if he was in pain. His free hand reached down between my legs and hooked my panties, pushing them aside to reveal my glistening, pink pussy. "My naughty kitten is wet," 

"Yes," I moaned, nodding eagerly.  

His hot grey eyes held mine as he leaned down and blew a stream of air over my pussy. I squealed, bucking up against him shamelessly.  

"Isaiah, oh god," 

"Tell me what you want, Princess," He murmured. “Do you want my fingers? My tongue? Or my cock? I want to hear you ask for it, Zella." 

Oh god, he talked dirty. My pussy quivered, and he noticed. He blew another stream of air, and my eyes almost rolled out of their sockets.  

"Please, please touch me, Isaiah," I moaned, arching eagerly against him. "I want your fingers, I want... I want all of you," 

He let out a strangled sound, rearing up to kiss me hard while he ripped my panties. I wove my hands into his hair, undoing them from their slicked back style, gripping them tight when his fingers finally touched me.  

I died and went to heaven.  

His thumb strummed against my already turgid clit while the rest of his fingers moved in slow circles over my pussy, slipping between my folds and spreading my juices all over my pussy.  

"You’re so wet I could drown in this sweet little pussy.” He pulled away, and I tipped my head back when he pushed a finger in, my eyes widening.  

"Isa... Ohhhh, oh my god, Isaiah," 

"There's, good girl, take my fingers, oh fuck, Zella, the sight of your pussy taking my finger so greedily is the prettiest I've seen," He whispered, eyes fixed on his finger sinking into my cunt. He withdrew it slowly, then pushed back in, groaning at the sight. "Does it feel good, baby girl?" 

"Yes," I whimpered, gripping handfuls of his suit. "It does, oh it does," 

"Look at that. You’re clenching around my fingers like you’ve been starving for me. Have you been starving for me, Ella?" 

"Always," I moaned, meeting his stormy grey ones. "Always Isaiah," 

He clenched his jaw, brushed his lips over mine while pumping his finger in and out of me. He pushed in a second finger, and my head dropped against the mirror as he stretched my pussy. "That’s it, my sweet Zella, take it. You can take my fingers, your pussy was made for me. Just me. Mine." 

I cried as the pleasure that welled up in me grew too intense. My eyes rolled when he increased his pace, thrusting his fingers deep in me while his thumb flicked and stroked my clit. I covered my hand to cover the loud moans and screams that wracked my body as my orgasm hit. 

"No," He groaned, shaking his head. "Don't hold back those sounds from me. I want to hear what I do to you. Cum for me, Zella, cum around my fingers."