Pop my cherry, Daddy.
Isabella pov. Chapter 3. His strong hands lifted me up from the floor and he immediately dropped me on the sink before I could say a word. My heart made a tiny leap as anticipation flooded me, his hand raised my white dress, and he pulled it off my head. Fuck! I was going to get the best fuck of my life, I was going to get my first sex and it was with a total stranger. I felt shameless, but at this point, I couldn't contain the urge in me that pleaded, desperately to be fucked As he pulled the dress off my head, his eyes glistened with delight as his eyes fell on my heavy naked boobs. “Fuck! Such heavy tits for a slim thick slut like you.” his tongue lashed over his lower lips and I felt the impact from within. “You look like you would taste like heaven.” he complimented in a deep groan his eyes scanning my body. “How do you want to be fucked?” his deep baritone voice left tiny sparkles on my body and my stomach suddenly tightened into a knot. What was this crazy pleasurable feeling? “I wish to be fucked hard and fast, Daddy.” “Such nasty brat! Well, you would only be getting all of my fingers, I can't fuck an unknown pussy unprotected.” My heart sank at the utterance of his words, I had anticipated this sex to be shattered at this moment, but before I could utter a word his hands had gripped my boobs into his palm pressing softly yet hardly on my mounds. “Fuck!” A soft moan escaped my lips. His thumb caressed my already hard and erect nipples streaming unfathomable pleasure into me. He leaned forward and his tongue suddenly found my nipples, licking and sucking hard on them while he pressed the one on the right before exchanging my boobs into his mouth, sucking on them one after the other. “Oh yes, daddy fuck!” My pussy clenched tighter and my heart leaped with waves of pleasure crashing into my body and turning my knees numb and weaker at every hard suck. “Oh fuck daddy… yeah! Just like that! Heavens!” my moans filled the air as I threw my head backward my toes curling at every suck. He bit on his lower lips and I felt my lower abdomen tighten into a knot. I arched forward, my heavy boobs pressing into his face while he jiggle on them, sucking like his life was dependent on it. His teeth graze my nipples and I felt my inner walls tighten, fuck! I could feel it! I was going to cum! I was going to cum from him just sucking my boobs, I was going to cum for the first time by a man’s touch, I was going to cum and this time it was not with the help of a vibrator. I clamped my legs hard but he moved his hand in-between my thighs preventing me from closing my legs tight. “Oh fuck Daddy! I am going to cum.” I cried out ecstatically and pulled away from my boobs, his eyes held mine in a deep-rooted frown. “Cum? You can't cum until I ask you to.” he dominated In a more pleasurable manner and took his hand to my pussy immediately. “Fuck!” I cursed at the pleasure that reverberated through me the moment his hand touched my soaked panties. “Yes!” he groaned licking on his lower lips and staring down at my pant-clad pussy. “You are dripping so wet!” he grunted rubbing on my clit through my pants. “Oh yes, daddy! I am wet for you! For daddy!” I have never felt this way before, I have never felt this pleasure before. And the words he made me say, were nasty, yet it felt downright good. His hand teased on my pussy and I squirmed as pleasure wrecked through every fiber of my vein. It felt so good! It felt so fucking good, being touched rightly, being known how to be touched without you asking and directing it. I took my lower lips in as his deft fingers stimulated my clit rubbing faster and harder. My stomach flipped and my inner churned as I felt pleasure wrecking through me! “Oh, Daddy! Please!” I cried loving the ecstatic feel that followed each of his stimulation. “Please what?” he asked in those sexually captivating voices that made me crave more and more of his fingers. “Please fuck me!” I cried needly. His throaty groan lasted for a while. “I love how wet your slutry pussy is dripping for me, I love how you writhe and tremble at the pleasure of my fingers! I love how well your pussy throbbed against my finger at each stimulation. Argh girl! You look so dreaming good begging me to fuck you that way! Beg for me!” he teasingly groaned and I found myself begging shamelessly. “Oh, Daddy! Please fuck me, daddy! Please fill my cunt with your thick deft fingers!” “That's too plan young one, beg more.” “Oh daddy.. Please fuck my pussy hard till I can no longer feel my legs. His hand glided past my pussy lips, and in one smooth slit, he shoved a finger into me. His eyes pierced into mine. “Daddy!” I screamed loudly my back arching off the sink as pleasure squirmed into me, my pussy throbbing and my legs trembling. “Look at me. And don't you fucking take your eyes off mine! I want you to stare right into my eyes while I fuck you! And I want you to grace my ear with that beautiful moan of yours. “Understood?” “Yes!” I nodded eagerly liking every feel. His cock! His finger his words! His physic! Damn there is no way I could ever let him go without pleading to have his number. A taste of his dick would be fine, maybe just a taste. “You like this?” he began thrusting and I nodded my head. “Words!” he fucked me hard and dipped, and I yelped. “Fucking yes!” my voice took a high pitch as please invaded my pussy making it throb shamelessly against his hand. “Good! He let out a satisfactory groan, then began thrusting into my tight cunt, gently,letting out soft whispers as he fucked my cunt. “Fuck you bitch! Your pussy is so fuckung tight! You are squeezing my hand, now I want to fuck you so badly so you can fucking squeeze me this hard! Yes!” he groaned pumping his thick long finger into my pussy. My hands gripped the side of the sink and he thumped his finger in and out of my pussy making me cry out in pure ecstasy. His left-hand hand found my boobs and he fondled them while he tried adding another finger, but he couldn't. “Girl, what are you? Why are you so fucking tight?” While his left hand fondled my boobs, his right hand pleasured my spurting and dripping pussy, in three minutes' time, my stomach was tightening really hard the same way my walls were clenching and squeezing his hand, my back arched off the sink and I felt my knees turn weaker at every hard thrust, my toes curled and my eyes rolled backward as I felt my orgasm threatening to rip me. “Oh, Daddy! Please let me cum.” my breath had turned really shaky and my legs were weaker than a cat on coal, I felt waisted, ecstatically, and blissfully waisted. He flicked his hand in my pussy and that was it all, my walls clenched even harder and I stared up at him. “Oh, Daddy. Please let me cum.” “You would make a good kitten.” he licked on his lower lips and then said. “Cum for me kitten! Cum for Daddy! Milk or cream my hand with your juice, soak my hand with your pretty juice and let me drink on them to quench the raging thirst to have you. Like breath is to human his words were to me like life, arching me forward and ripping my orgasm out of me. My toes curled even more and I felt my orgasm flushing out of me. “Cumming…” I yelled at the top of my voice, my orgasm trashing me back and forth while his large hands held me to the sink, taming me in place. I laid back in the sink, panting softly till I felt his hand spreading my legs wilder, his face going closer to my pussy. . “This is daddy’s reward to you for sucking his cock so well,” he sniffed in my scent before shoving his face to my pussy gliding his glorious tongue against my pussy and ripping moans off my throat. “Oh yeah!” my back arched and my hand subconsciously found his hair, my eyes rolling backward as he glided his tongue against my pussy and lapped greedily from my juice, a mini orgasm shutting through my body. Oh pleasure! This really is you! I have never felt it till now, He pulled his face away and licked on his lower lips while he stared at the breathless and panting sight of me. I stared at this stranger man, wishing to have more of him. Fuck Nathan! Fuck Andrio fuck them all for making me feel sexually insecure when they lacked the impetus to make my legs quiver. Like he was reading my mind he pulled a card from his back pocket and handed it to me. “My address. I want you as my kitten.” his voice has turned sterner and I kind of like it. I took the card from him not checking through it, I was late already. Even if I didn't get a fuck my legs were shaking profoundly and it was equivalent to being fucked. “Thank you,” I muttered softly and he turned away after slipping his still-huge cock into trousers. Ignazio’s Pov. I handed her the card hoping to hear from her tomorrow. Fuck! Her pussy was so slick and I regretted not burying myself into her earlier. The beautiful scent of her pussy, and the feel of her hands against my cock had driven me to take a decision I had never made before, sucking on a pussy! Heck! she smelled so nice and tasted much nicer. She was a combination of milk and honey and the scent of her creamy juice filled my nostrils arousing me, even more. It was so hard to tame the beast in me, I could not help but glide hard on her pussy. The one thing I have never done before. After handing her the card and arranging myself I walked out of the restroom and headed to the min restaurant building, her thoughts hovering over my head. I snapped ot off, trying to replace it with certain feel. I am certain Isabella has arrived and they all might have been waiting for me. I returned to the restaurant and to the VIP section I had booked for only us but to my surprise Isabella was not here yet. “Mr. Vecenzo,” Ama called rising up. “I am sorry I stayed long.” I apologized to them all and they bowed softly. “You do not have to sir. Isabella is not even here, I am really sorry she is taking this much time. She mostly doesn't act this way.” “It's fine Ama. I totally understand. I will get busy with my phone till she arrives.” “Thank you sir.” she took a seat and proceeded to have a soft conversation with her husband while her daughter got busy with her phone also. A few minutes had passed and I was still engrossed with my phone when I heard the beautiful sound of a familiar voice. “I am so sorry I am late, Aunt Uncle, I apologize…..” her sweet little voice dominated my ears and I felt, the similarity between her voice and the soft moan that played in my ears a while ago, her words trailed off almost immediately as I took my gaze off my phone my eyes falling on hers. My heart made an awkward flip and I stared at Ama. “Isabella?” I asked softly and she nodded her head at me! “Fuck!” I cursed inwardly! This could not be happening! The lady I so much enjoyed her touch! The lady that had her pretty mouth wrapped around my cock and graced my ears with her sweet moans was Isabella! My friend's only child! The child I have taken care of all these years and waited to see and hold in my arms like my biological child was the same child I spilled my cum into her mouth and watched her swallow it happily?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