Pop my cherry daddy.
Chapter 2. Isabella’s Pov. Without any form of hesitation, my legs subconsciously walked me closer and in no time I was standing in front of him. Heck! I was so small standing next to him that the height differences were overly obvious. His cologne gripped my nostril and my pussy tingle at the aura of dominance that stimulated me. His emerald green eyes pierced into mine and I felt chills wrecking through my system. Who the fuck was this man, his presence alone was so domineering. “Are you just going to stand and do nothing? Get on your fucking kneels and take my cock into your damn month.” My kneels met the floor immediately, his undertone sending loads of shivers down my body. His ever-dominating voice sends more pleasure to my pussy than Nathan's damn hand could ever try. I looked up at his face and he had this very stern look, yet gorgeousness still prevailed. I gulped down the lumps of pleasure that settled in my throat before taking my hands to his massive cock. As my hand fell on his cock, a soft curse escaped his lips leaving a tingling impact on my already anticipating pussy. I felt so useless, I could barely think straight, the only thing I wanted was to have his hard and veiny member sliding into my pussy, fuck! He was so damn huge. “Do you not know how to do anything? Take your hand to my cock and rub on it.” His voice was stern and dominating, and I found myself complying. My tiny hand managed to get a hold of his 9 inches huge hard cock and before I could think straight, I was already gliding my hand up and down on his cock and it felt so fucking right and wrong at the same time. I didn't know this man. I had a family outside waiting to show me off to the man who has been taking care of me all my life, yet I was here, pleasuring an unknown man’s cock and ready to take his pretty lengthy cock. “Fuck!” his soft groan pulled me out of my thoughts as I ran my hand over his cock, loving the feel of my hand against his cock and the sight of his throbbing cock against my hand. “Oh fuck it little one! Yes urghhh! Your tiny hands do know how to naively pleasure a cock. Now wrap that pretty little slutry mouth around my cock and bob your head on it.” To my utmost surprise, his dirty words had me dripping more than I was before. The need to touch me nagged at me, but I brushed it away, taking my mouth closer to his cock. I stuck my tongue out and I licked on the precum on the cap of his dick, it tasted so well. “Yes!” his moans resonated through the room and I continued to glide my tongue around his cock, licking and licking all over his cock. It felt so good, to hear him moan to me this way, I doubted that I was doing a good job, but hearing him moan boosted my confidence and I suddenly wanted to do more. I opened my tiny little mouth and tried taking his cock into my mouth, but he was too huge, I could barely make it past the cap of his dick. Just while I tried pulling backward I felt him sneak a hand to the back of my hair, his finger digging pleasurably into my already messy hair and gripping some strand of it up, shoving his cock into my mouth in one rough thrust. “Yes!” he grunted with gritted teeth and his grip on my scalp tightened. My eyes widened with tears sprinkling the back of my eyes, but the feeling of his cock hitting on my throat made my pussy throb with the intense need to be fucked so senselessly. It felt good, it felt so fucking good having him this way in my mouth. He waited for a while, to settle into my little mouth, then gently he started thrusting. “Oh fucking hell!” he let out a pleasurable groan, his grip on my scalp tightening with every fucking thrust. His cock throbbed in my mouth and he stared down at me with parted lips that indicated how much pleasure he was receiving from fucking my mouth. His both hands gripped my hair and my hand fell to his lips as he began to fuck my mouth. “Fuck! Yes! “Urgh!” “Ye! Oh my! Fuck! “Your little mouth sure knows how to pleasure a cock! Yes! Fuck! Urgghh.” his delightful grunts filled the air and I feared being caught, however, the fear only induced greater pleasure in me. His pace had suddenly quickened and my pussy was throbbing hard at each harder thrust he made. “Yes! Fuck! You so fucking good slut! Your slutry mouth fucking takes me well! Yes! He bit on his lower lips throwing his head backward and grunting louder while I moaned on his hot cock, my pussy tingled and throbbed, fuck! I felt those tiny sparkles those shivers that I have never felt before! It felt so fucking good! My cravings were being satisfied by this stranger, he was fucking my mouth this good and calling me all the slutty names that made my stomach flip and my pussy Chim! I was wrong! I was wrong to have agreed with Nathan! My libido was not high! He just didn't know how to make me feel good! He just didn't know how to fucking use those slutry words. He just didn't know how to fuck my mouth and make me crave to lose myself to him. My heart leaped as I felt the pleasure of the hard thrust of the cap of his cock hitting roughly against my fold, my pussy clenched! And I stared up at him with wild eyes, his cock, taking the most of my mouth. His body was filled with sweat and he was fucking handsome looking so slutry, his lips were roughly parted and the only thing that left them were moans, moans that made my heart leap in and my pussy spurt in pleasure. His pace suddenly fastened and he had become 50 shades faster than how fast he was, it was hard yet pleasurable, and I felt he was going to cum. The pleasure I felt had turned 50 shades ecstatic. He gripped my cheeks, pressing it hard and ramming into me while grunting out sexual moans enough to make me cum. “Yes! Fuck! I am going to fucking cum! And I am going to cum in this little pretty mouth of yours! Argh! Yes! And I am going to watch you swallow my cum while making that pretty face!” Fuck! The hell! Where in the world was this Man from? Striking hot! With a huge dick and he was so fucking good with words. He was every fucking thing I needed. Lost In the thoughts of how hot he was, I felt a thick yet liquid substance dropping on my face, I jolted out of my thoughts to meet him stroking the cum out of his dick his mouth slightly parted with 50 shades of pleasure resonating in his eyes. “Stick your tongue out and fucking take my cum.” Without reluctance. I stuck my tongue out loving the dominance his voice always held and the ability it had to compel me into doing it. “Yes!” he groaned spilling his cum into my mouth and I took every bit of it, happily like the slut he had called me, like the slut I felt like today. I gulped it down making an awkward face, but the look in his eyes showed that he liked it. This was my first taste of cum, and it was from a stranger, a stranger I know nothing of. I stuck out my tongue again not wanting to miss out on it, even though it tasted a bit salty I loved every bit of it and I wasn't willing to miss out on it. He was finally done spilling his cum into my mouth and now I was seating on my foot, staring up at him as he stroked his cock softly. He took his gaze from his cock and stared down at me, his eyes pierced into mine like it was searching for something, and I suddenly felt waves of pleasure surging into me as his powerful sankapu eyes held mine, his hand reaching for my chin. “What are you going to say to me for letting you have my dick?” My heart leaped and I stared at him unable to control the waves of pleasure surging into me. What was I supposed to say? Ummm… I managed to look up at him and right there in his eyes, I found the answer, Daddy. I should have called him Daddy, it was just for today anyway. “Thank you, Daddy, for fucking my little mouth and letting me have your precious cock in my mouth.” I felt naughty saying it, but, the throbbing sight of his cock made me squirm happily. His face contoured into a soft frown, his brows knitted, and his eyes turned darker with desire speaking prudently in them, his eyes pierced deeper into mine, more like, piercing into my soul rebuilding pleasure in my already curious pussy, till he dropped something more delightful. “Now I suddenly want to fuck you!” Fuck! His deep Octava left my pussy throbbing and tingling with the intense need to be fucked!Epilogue. The Day His World Shifted The moment Ignazio’s phone rang, he knew. Before he even answered, a gut-wrenching feeling seized his chest, an instinct so primal it overrode everything else. The boardroom around him blurred—the mahogany table, the men in crisp suits, the foreign investors who had flown in just for this meeting. The deal he had spent months preparing for, one that would add another mountain of wealth to his empire, suddenly meant nothing. Johnson’s voice came through the speaker like a bullet to the heart. “It’s Bella. She’s in labor. We’re on our way to the hospital.” For a split second, the world stopped spinning. And then—chaos. Ignazio shoved back his chair so violently that it scraped against the marble floor. He yanked his suit jacket from the chair, already moving. The stunned silence in the room was deafening. His secretary blinked at him, eyes wide in disbelief. “Cancel the meeting,” he ordered, his voice edged with finality. Her mouth fell open
Chapter 97.It's been three months of peace, and harmony with just Isabella and Ignazio in their own world. ******The world stilled the moment Isabella stepped into view.Ignazio’s breath caught in his throat as his gaze locked onto her, and for a moment, it felt as though time itself had bowed at her feet.She was a vision. A goddess dressed in white.Her wedding dress clung to her body like it had been spun from the stars, delicate lace wrapping around her curves with a softness that seemed almost unreal. The fitted bodice accentuated every inch of her femininity, and as the fabric flowed down in waves, it trailed behind her like a whisper of heaven.And her hair—God, her hair.The deep burgundy strands cascaded down her back in thick, glossy waves, the color catching the golden light, painting her as something otherworldly. A delicate tiara rested atop her head, but nothing—nothing—could outshine the fierce glow in her eyes.She was the most beautiful thing Ignazio had ever seen.
Chapter 96.The moment Ignazio’s lips crashed against hers, Isabella felt herself shatter.His kiss wasn’t gentle. It was hungry. Desperate. Consuming.He devoured her mouth, his tongue pushing past her lips, demanding control, owning her.Isabella whimpered against him, her hands threading through his jet-black hair, pulling him closer—harder—deeper. She could taste the fire on his tongue, the raw possession in every movement.Ignazio groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through her body, making her legs weaken beneath his hold.His hands—rough, strong, familiar—gripped her waist and lifted her effortlessly, pressing her fully against the wall. She gasped into his mouth, but he swallowed the sound, kissing her like a man who had been starving for her, dying for her, burning for her.Her nightgown had ridden up, baring the soft skin of her thighs. Ignazio’s fingers traced the exposed flesh, his touch searing, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.His lips broke away from hers
Chapter 95.Isabella’s eyes fluttered open, the weight of exhaustion still pressing on her body. Her vision blurred for a moment before settling on the figure before her. Ignazio.He was sitting beside her, his fingers curled tightly around her hand, as if he feared letting go would mean losing her forever. His usually composed face was a wreck of emotions—fear, regret, desperation—all bleeding through his dark, tormented eyes.At the sight of her waking up, he inhaled sharply, his entire body tensing.“Princesss.”he rasped, his voice raw, trembling with relief and something far deeper—something dangerously close to breaking.His hand shot up to her cheek, his touch hesitant at first, as if he feared she might disappear like a cruel illusion. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, though even he wasn’t sure what he was apologizing for anymore. Was it for the blood on his hands? For dragging her into his world? For making her love him despite the darkness that surrounded him?Isabella didn’t respo
Chapter 94. Isabella sat on the edge of the bed, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees, her body curled in on itself as if trying to shield her heart from the unbearable ache. The dim lighting of the room did nothing to ease the darkness that had settled within her. It had been three days. Three days of isolation. Three days without stepping beyond these walls. Three days of drowning in thoughts that tore her apart. Three days of nothing but disaster.Anna’s death lingered in her mind like a shadow, but the pain of Aunt Amma’s death was a wound that bled deeper, cutting through her with a sharpness she hadn’t anticipated. She had expected to hate her aunt. She had expected to be filled with nothing but loathing after discovering that the woman she once trusted had been the one who murdered her parents.But instead, there was only emptiness.She should have felt relief. She should have rejoiced that the person who had shattered her world was gone. Yet, her heart remained in turmoi
Chapter 93.The dungeon reeked of fear as it clung to the air like a thick fog, suffocating, inescapable. The walls, cold and damp, bore the silent screams of those who had begged for mercy and received none. The only sounds now were the slow, deliberate footsteps of Ignazio Vincenzo Thompson.He moved like a ghost, his presence commanding, his aura lethal. A cigarette dangled from his lips, the ember glowing like the fire raging in his soul. Smoke curled in the air as he exhaled, his stormy eyes locked onto the two figures bound to chairs in the center of the room.Anita.Denica.Two women who had played their part in destroying what little good was left in him.Anita—his ex-wife, the woman who once held his name, who once swore she loved him—not like he ever cared. The same woman who had, with a single message, shattered his world and Isabella’s heart. The picture of their already-ended marriage. She had made sure Isabella saw it, twisted the knife, let her bleed.And Denica—the tra