Touch yourself, baby girl.

Warning… Matured content involved!!

Isabella felt a warm flush spread across her cheeks, surprised by the unexpected gentleness in his words.

She swallowed hard, her heart racing as she watched him turn and walk toward the bed, his movements confident yet deliberate.

The distance between them seemed to stretch, but her gaze remained fixed on him, caught in the moment.

He sat down on the bed, crossing his legs with a casual ease, yet his intense gaze never left her.

Isabella stumbled over her words, a nervous murmur escaping her as she cleared her throat, her heart pounding in her chest. “Umm… umm,” she mumbled, swallowing hard as the weight of his stare pressed against her.

Isabella nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment.

She placed her right hand gently on her cheek, the touch soft and thoughtful.

Slowly, Isabella brought the fingers of her right hand into her mouth, parting her lips slightly as she traced them with her fingertips, her movements slow and deliberate as she gathered her thoughts.

As she continued the act, she placed her left hand on her boob and gave it a gentle squeeze, the tender flesh responding to her touch as she arched her back, the fullness of her bosom straining against the confines of her bra.

Isabella’s hand roamed with sensual purpose, gliding from her breast down to the soft curve of her stomach, her fingers lingering along her waistline, her skin tingling at the touch.

With her eyes still closed, she allowed the finger of her left hand to crawl beneath the shorts she wore.

“Take off your shorts, baby girl,” The handsome man who had been watching Isabella in complete silence uttered.

The words fell from his lips like honey, his voice low and commanding as his gaze lingered on Isabella’s tantalizing curves.

A shiver ran down Isabella’s spine at his command, her heart hammering wildly in her chest.

She nodded, her eyes still closed as she pulled her right hand away from her mouth and placed it on her waist before proceeding to take off her black shorts.

With trembling fingers, she reached for the button of her shorts, her breath catching in her throat as she slid the zipper down, inch by inch, the anticipation building with each tug.

Isabella tossed the shorts towards the ground and was now left in just her underwear which was a pair of bra and pants.

“Baby girl, I need you to touch yourself for me,” he purred, his voice seductive and hypnotic. “Make yourself wet and ready for my dick,” he spat, his bold tone triggering an almost hypnotic reaction in Isabella.

Without hesitation, she complied with his command.

The words washed over Isabella like a wave of desire, her body burning with a need that she could no longer deny.

Her fingers trailed down her body, sliding past the elastic of her panties as she took it off before proceeding to take off her bra.

Still closing her eyes, she tossed her underwear onto the ground.

Now, her hairy pussy and her small perfect boobs were in full display as it made the handsome man gulp his saliva down his throat as he wrapped his legs across each other.

Without him having to utter any words out of his mouth, Isabella already knew what was expected of her to do.

She opened her eyes and scanned her surroundings in search of a chair, and immediately her gaze fell upon a single wooden chair, Isabella carried the chair as she placed it in front of the kingsize bed.

The chair had a small backrest, so she settled into it, leaning back for comfort.

As she adjusted her position, she glanced at the man, feeling the weight of the moment between them.

Isabella spread her legs wide open for the handsome man, the delicate folds of her pussy now on full display for the handsome man’s hungry gaze.

“Mmm, perfect,” he growled, his eyes feasting on the sight before him.

He watched, mesmerized, as Isabella’s pussy clenched and unclenched, her intimate folds glistening with her arousal.

A smile played across his lips, his cock throbbing with desire.

And then, Isabella placed four fingers deep inside her mouth, the wetness of her tongue coating them in a slick sheen of saliva.

Seconds later, she withdrew her fingers from her mouth, her gaze never wavering from the man’s face.

Isabella use her fingers to spank her pussy while at the same time, her other hand made its way to one of her boobs, where she twist her nipples.

The sharp jolt of pain mixed with pleasure made Isabella to arch her hips upward, her body trembling as she rode the wave of sensation.

“Oh, fuck!” Isabella groaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as her index finger slid along her slick inner walls, tracing every curve and fold of her pussy.

Her body trembled with each stroke, her arousal mounting as her fingers found their rhythm, her pussy clenching and pulsing around the invading digit.

Meanwhile, her other hand continued to torment her nipple, the pleasure-pain of her twisting driving her wild.

She panted and moaned, her body moving in sync with her fingers, her hips bucking as she rode the pleasure to its peak.

“Arrgh,” Isabella moaned, her voice catching in her throat as she added a second finger, her pussy stretching to accommodate the additional digit.

“Oh, yes!” she cried, her hips rising off the chair as she pumped her fingers deep into her pussy, her muscles clenching around them.

The handsome man watched, his cock twitching with each moan and shudder, the sight of Isabella fucking herself sent a thrill through him. “Fuck yourself harder, baby girl,” he growled, his voice rough with lust.

Isabella nod her head and her fingers plunged deeper, her knuckles pushing against her swollen clit as she added a third finger to the mix.

Isabella’s pussy spasmed around her fingers, her body shaking with need as the pleasure surged through her.

She arched her back, her breasts thrusting forward as she moaned, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

The handsome man watched, mesmerized by her display.

The sight alone made the handsome man bite onto his lips as he dive his hands beneath his boxer brief, holding onto his dick as he began to stroke himself while watching Isabella.

She slide her fingers in and out ever so slowly, but seconds later, she began to increase her pace as her juice began to flow down from her pussy.

Her eyes were still rolled upwards and without warning, Isabella pulled her fingers from her pussy, her chest heaving as she brought them to her lips.

Her tongue darted out, teasing her fingers before she sucked her own juices from them with a low moan of ecstasy.

“Fuck,” the handsome man moan as he swallow hard, almost as if he could already taste Isabella juice just by looking at her.

With a smile, she pulled her fingers out of her mouth and placed her hands at each end of the chair.

With her legs spread wide open, she began to rock her hips up and down the chair.

Isabella’s fingers dig into the chair as she rode the smooth, hard wood, her pussy leaving a slick trail of wet juice behind.

The handsome man watched, transfixed by her display, his cock throbbing with each rock of Isabella’s hips.

“Arrgh… fuck!” Isabella moaned in pleasure, increasing her pace even more.

But suddenly, she felt the wet tongue of someone on her wet pussy, prompting her to open her eyes as she saw the handsome man on his knees, his tongue was out of his mouth as he licked her pussy wall.

Note;

The next chapter will be extremely intense. Read at your own risk.