LOGINIssac grabbed her throat to keep her in place as he broke the kiss before sucking on her lips.
She gasped at the sudden bite of his on her lower lip as he kissed her like he would eat her alive.
Innessa didn't even get the chance to respond as he again kissed her wildly. His hand that was on her waist moved up slowly and he grabbed her left bosom in his big palm and squeezed it roughly.
His heart drummed in his chest. It felt like he was touching her for the very first time.
She jolted and stifled a moan as soon as he broke the kiss only for his lips to attack her neck. He gave feathery kisses on her neck and jawline as she clutched his bicep.
She jostled when he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger before continuing with the fondling of her breast over her dress.
Innessa breathed in sharply when he abruptly switched their positions so now her front was pressed against the mattress and her back was to him. She could feel his hands on her back caressing her curves as he pulled the zipper of her dress down.
She felt his lips on her spine and in the next second he swiftly changed their positions and she found herself on his lap. She knew he was strong but he didn't have to toss her around like that as if she weighed nothing.
His fingers played with the back of her dress as he undid some knots and her dress further loosened as she felt cold air on her exposed skin.
His fingers were like a feathery touch over her chest as he slid his finger into the shoulder of the dress.
Issac sensually pushed the dress down her shoulder, his fingers caressing her warm flesh causing goosebumps to rise on her skin, as the dress slid down, her left bosom unveiled and he grunted at the magnificent sight of her swell perfectly caged in her white netted bra.
Issac gulped because her pink nip was visible through the net, all the blood rushed to his groin as he tried not to eat her alive.
He yanked the other side down and her bra-covered chest became bare to his eyes as her breath hitched.
Her arms were stuck in the dress to her sides which caused her bosoms to squish together as his eyes darkened.
Issac wasted no time as he undid her bra and tossed it away. His dark eyes hungrily gazed at her bosoms.
Her firm busts were right at his face as he inched closer. He licked his lips as his eyes were solely fixed on hers. Innessa gulped shakily as he pecked the swell of her right bosom.
His tongue darted out as he licked around her nipple in a circle making hot sensations engulf her.
Her body shivered with each of his touches. Her toes curled. She was scared yet excited.
His hands were settled on her bottom as he squeezed her rear making her straddle him, the sudden tug caused her chest to rub against his lips. His hot breath fanned the valley of her breasts.
The way he licked his lips as if he was going to devour a meal, made her heart stutter in her chest.
His tongue licked her bud and played with it as she watched him with bated breath and a thudding heart.
Innessa breathed heavily when his mouth opened wide and his lips wrapped around her bosom making her jostle back as her shoulder shrank. His tongue fondled her bud as he sucked hard causing her back to arch.
She tried to free her hands so she could grab his shoulders for support but her arms were restrained and she was at his mercy as he devoured her bosoms.
"Issac," She gasped when he slightly bit her nipple and then suckled on it.
He gave his divine attention to both of her breasts until she was trembling in his arms.
Issac switched their positions. She was on the bed while facing him as he hovered over her. One of his legs was between her upper thighs as she clenched her thighs and tried to cover her breasts. He circled her wrists stopping her.
"Let me see, you're so beautiful," He rasped, laying a gentle kiss on her hardened bud. She trembled.
His fingers worked on her as he removed her dress and she lay there bare in front of his eyes only in her lacy white panties.
Issac stood at the foot of the bed. His eyes slid over her nudity and the sight made him harder for her. She was divine.
Worth dying for.
If he dies after having her. He would die as a happy man.
"S...stop staring," she whispered, covering herself and he grunted slowly unbuckling his belt as he yanked it out of his pants.
He stared at her wrists but then shook his head throwing the belt away. He would surely do that once when she'd be bold enough to try new things. Tonight was her first time and he wants to make it as gentle as possible for her.
"You're mine, Innessa. I can stare at what's mine. And tonight I won't be only staring. I'll be tasting every inch of your skin." He growled lowly as he pulled his zipper down and got rid of his pants along with his boxers.
Her eyes doubled in size when she saw that big thing standing proudly between his legs. Why does he look even bigger than the last time she saw him?
There was only one thing raking her mind at the moment.
She won't be able to fit that in. He would probably tear her apart.
"I...Issac..." She stuttered scooting back. She was aware of his desired-filled gaze raving her body.
Issac got on the bed as he crawled over her, she tried to scoot back but he placed his palm on her belly making her lay flat on the bed as he hovered over her.
"You are so f*cking beautiful," He growled slowly as his lips took hers in a passionate kiss. He kissed her like it was their last kiss.
He took a breather for her as he gave open-mouthed kisses on her jaw and neck slowly moving down to her collarbone, by now he was sucking and biting in between the kisses. Taking his time as he ventured down to her breasts and she was all too aware of his hard member on her thigh.
It felt heavy and hot.
Innessa gulped and breathed through her parted lips.
She mewled as he fondled her breasts and suckled them. His kisses trailed down to her belly as she squirmed under him with each of his kisses on her belly. She was ticklish and sensitive there.
Issac moved back as he sat on his knees. He let his gaze rove over her illicitly taking in every inch and curve of her body.
She was breathing heavily, her eyes hazy.
Alluring.
Majestic.
He wonders if she knew what she did to him. She makes him go wild and crazy for her. The things he could do for her. She has no idea.
He had admitted deep in his heart. He was a lover now. A goner. Helplessly vulnerable for her. She didn't know but she had him wrapped around her fingers.
"Open your legs," He commanded and her eyes zeroed at him.
She shook her head and gulped. He narrowed his eyes on her. "You don't want this, Innessa?" His voice was soft all of a sudden and she shook her head again making him confused.
He didn't want to force her. If she didn't want this he would wait. He would wait a thousand years for her.
"It's okay, Precious." He whispered gently as he moved away before he could get off the bed she held his arm stopping him.
"I w...want this..." she stammered, her heart pounding in her chest at a wild pace as she lay back down.
"It's alright, Innessa. I understand if you want some time," He said patiently and she shook her head.
"I w...want this, p...please," She stuttered and her plea hit him straight in the heart.
Issac grabbed her ankles as he gave feathery kisses on her knees, he placed one of her ankles on his shoulder and kissed her leg.
Grabbing her other knee he spread her legs. She covered her intimacy and he pushed her legs apart even more. "Let me see what's mine," He rasped hungrily causing her stomach to churn with excitement as she hesitated. Their gaze collided and she slowly moved her hands back and his eyes roved over her with raw desire burning in the darkest shade of cognac brown orbs.
He placed his palm on her lower belly and his thumb stroked her clit causing her to shudder as she tried to close her legs but couldn't because he kept them wide open.
He rubbed her clit gently as her breathing deepened and she grasped the sheets tightly.
He let go of her thigh and slowly inserted one of his fingers into her core. She gasped as he slowly fingered her.
He inserted another digit and slowly moved them inside of her, feeling her walls clasping around his fingers. He couldn't imagine what would be the case with his c*ck inside her.
Issac hovered over her as he kissed her lips gently and she grabbed his shoulders.
She stiffened feeling something poking at her entrance. "Can I?" He asked yet again. She knew he was on the brink of self-control yet he was asking her permission.
"Y...yes," she whispered, giving him a nod as he kissed her lips.
Issac tried to insert into her but he slipped. His body was trembling with wild desire as blood pumped profusely through his body.
Grabbing his member, he rubbed it up and down her intimacy causing her to shiver. His eyes ravished her trembling body.
"Easy there, Precious." He rasped before he entered inside her. She gasped feeling him in her. It was uncomfortable. She was fretting for nothing, it wasn't that painful-
A soundless gasp escaped her lips as her back arched up from the bed and tears gathered in her eyes. She felt as if he had torn her in two.
Issac thrust into her fully in one deep thrust.
He stilled inside her. He could burst right then and there but he controlled the urge, the veins in his neck were popping out at the intense control.
"F*ck! Innessa," He grunted her name as her body slowly fell back on the bed and a sob tore through her lips.
"It hurts," she wept as her nails dug into the flesh of his shoulder. Of course, it was hurting her. She was so tiny and he was well.
"I'm sorry, it was the less painful way," He slurred as he kissed her forehead and then both of her eyes one by one. He kissed her cheeks before his lips caressed hers and he kissed her gently.
She was tense as a board. "Relax, Innessa." He whispered while giving feathery kisses all over her neck as he licked the love bite he gave her. He kissed her tears away.
Issac swallowed thickly feeling her walls f*cking swallowing him into her. It was an excruciatingly painful task for him to stay still when he just wanted to ram into her wildly. Sweat glistened on his forehead and he tried to stay put.
She started to relax feeling his soft kisses on her neck as his hands fondled her breasts. Slowly the pain was fading away as she started to relax. Issac noticed it as his hand moved down between them and he rubbed her clit making her gasp as he slowly pulled out of her before pushing back in as gently as possible.
She bit her lower lip hard to suppress the moan of pain. Issac noticed that expression on her face as he crashed his lips on her and started kissing her passionately while thrusting in her at a snail's pace.
Eventually, she got used to him as her hands grasped his hair and tugged at them. She pulled him down and kissed his forehead.
"Y...you can move," She breathed in his ear and it was all he needed to hear as his moves fastened. He placed his hand on either side of her head as he f*cked her while kissing her.
Short pants left her lips as her whole body started to heat up responding to each of his thrusts.
He breaks the kiss. "You're so f*cking tight," He growled as he moved back taking himself out of her and making her mewl at the loss.
Issac put something under her hips as he grabbed one of her thighs before slamming into her once again.
She gasped grasping the sheets in a fist as she felt so full to the brink. "Look at me, Innessa." He commanded and her hazy eyes shifted to meet his dark gaze.
"You belong to me!" He growled as he slammed into her harder.
"Who do you belong to?" He asked in a low growl.
"Y..you..." She breathed heavily.
"Ahhh... Issac," She moaned loudly as he pounded into her thrice and each thrust was harder and faster causing her eyes to roll back as her body shook and a mind-blowing orgasm hit her. Her back arched up as she writhed and came hard but he was still pounding into her causing her pleasure to last longer.
"So f*cking beautiful," He growled. She looked like a Goddess. So innocent. So f*cking seductive.
Just when her back fell on the bed again. He fastened his pace causing a low squeal to leave her lips. "I'm just starting, Precious." He growled as he rammed into her hard and fast.
Soft little mewls escaped her lips as the whole room got filled with his heavy groans, her mewls, and the sinful noises of their skin slapping against each other.
"Issaaaaacccc..." She screamed his name as he f*cked her wildly. He f*cking loved it when she said his name.
She started to tremble again and he knew she was close. He stopped and she whined. His arm snaked around her waist and he jerked her up so now she was skin-to-skin with him as he f*cked her. Her bosoms rubbed against his chest as he moved her up and down in perfect sync.
Her eyes were closed but he wanted to look into her soul. "Open your eyes, Innessa." He commanded while thrusting in her hard. Her eyes fluttered open wide as their gaze clashed.
His eyes were dark hues of insatiable lust and she was in a daze of his beastly beauty.
"Can you feel me inside you?" He asked as he slowed his pace, letting her feel every inch of him.
"Y..yes... Y...you're too big f..for me..." She stuttered with flaming red cheeks and a faint smirk graced his lips.
"But you like it don't you?" He rasped, his voice a thick timbre.
"Mhmm," she hummed, feeling so shy with his intense gaze fixated on her.
It was too intimate. Everything was. Especially his eyes that ogled into her soul.
"Use your words, Innessa," He rasped. He was close just by looking at the red tint on her cheeks, and the soft pants that passed through her swollen red lips.
"I l...like it," she whispered and he thrust in her hard.
"Like what?" He growled.
His fingers dug into the flesh of her rear as he grasped her tightly.
"I... I... like... you making l..love to me.. me..." She whispered, her innocent eyes gazing at him with so much adoration and something so deep, intense.
Issac dropped her on the bed, making her gasp. Opening her legs wide, he grabbed his c*ck and rubbed the head of it on her intimacy. There was slight blood but he didn't mind.
He thrust into her and grabbed her ankles up keeping her legs wide open for him as he started to pound into her at an inhuman pace.
She grabbed the pillow and screamed his name riding her high as he tensed, his body trembling and he came with a loud animalistic growl.
Pleasure consumed their bodies with such raw intensity that they shivered.
He has finally claimed her as his in every way.
She breathed heavily as he moved aside and dropped beside her. Their bodies were sweaty as they breathed heavily.
Issac grabbed her arm and pulled her on top of him so her head rested on his chest. She was so drained that she could barely move.
This was so pure and intense. He had never felt like this before.
He gulped, his heart was beating fast. She let him make love to her. His heart melted like a mush recalling her trembling body as he made love to her.
"Innesa," He called her slowly but her soft snores reached him. She was fast asleep.
"I love you damn much, Innessa. You've no idea how crazy I am for you," He rasped, kissing her lips.
He gazed at her with intense love before he covered them both with sheets. Kissing her temple he drifted into a peaceful slumber holding his life close to his chest.
THE END.
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