He gave her time to look in the mirror, smiling as he saw the amazement on her face. She really had thought she was some kind of ogre.
“Go and get on the bed. I want to f**k you.”
She nodded her head and knelt on the bed. He fisted his shaft at seeing her in such a submissive pose. Her tits hung down, and he wanted to suck on those large ni**les.
Her body was round, full, and utterly f**kable. Isaac grabbed her ass and opened her pale cheeks. He saw how wet her pu**y was. Her cream soaked the tops of her thighs. Pushing two fingers inside her cunt, he moaned at her tight wetness.
“Do you want me?” he asked.
“Yes.” She moaned as he turned his fingers and stroked her g-spot. Elle pushed back onto his hand, f**king his fingers inside her pu**y.
He pulled out and gripped his c**k at the base. Running the weeping head along her slit, he gathered her wetness before slotting the head inside her entrance. With only the tip of himself inside her, he was ready to explode. The burning need to finally claim her as his own was intensifying with every passing minute.
“How does it feel?” he asked.
“Good. Please, Isaac. Take me.”
He slammed inside her in one smooth, hard thrust. She cried out as he pulled out and pressed back in. He didn’t give her time to catch her breath. Isaac couldn’t control himself. The need to f**k her hard was too intense for him to control. He slammed inside her over and over and over again, holding onto her h*ps as he pushed every inch of himself inside her tight heat.
Staring in the mirror over the bed, he saw her eyes closed. Her fists gripped the sheet under her, and her gorgeous tits bounced with every thrust of his hips. Smiling in satisfaction, he looked up at the mirror above the bed. From the angle he could see his c**k disappear inside her body. And when he looked in front of him, he watched his soaking wet c**k sinking into her cunt. She was snug, hot, and everything he wanted.
He wanted to feel her coming around his cock. Fingering her clit, he felt the flutters begin in her pu**y. Each flick of her cl*t sent her tighter around him. The ripples made him growl, holding back his own cl**ax until she came. Isaac needed her to come.
Swivelling his hips, rubbing along every part of her pu**y he strummed her bud.
“Let go, baby. Give it to me. I want to hear you scream.”
She came apart, her screams echoing off all the walls and creating the most wonderful sound he heard. Before she had time to come down from her high, he pounded inside her sending her over the edge of another orgasm.
His grip on her h*ps tightened as his cl**ax hit him. He thrust inside her, bumping her cervix as his cum shot into her channel. A growl escaped him as he was forced over the edge. Before he could contain what he was doing, he slapped her ass as the pleasure intensified.
After several minutes had passed, which felt like an eternity to him, he pulled out of her pu**y.
His cum slid out of her. Staring at the sight made his c**k jump back to attention. He knew he should be scared about pregnancy, but seeing his cum inside her gave him a sense of calm. If anything happened she would be his for the rest of their lives. Shaking his head, he walked to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. He cleaned her up, conscious of her silence.
Taking the towel back to the bathroom, when he walked back into the room, she lay on the bed staring at the mirror above the bed.
Isaac climbed between the sheets and stared at her. The mirror wasn’t there for moments like these. They were there for when they were having sex. When she was in his arms, he wanted to look at her face.
“What’s the matter, Elle?” he asked.
She didn’t turn to look at him.
“Nothing.”
“I know something is going on inside that head of yours. Tell me.”
“Why did you hit me?”
He knew the smack would have upset her. He should have tried to gain more control over himself.
“I was too far gone. I’m really sorry.”
“So it wasn’t meant to hurt me?”
“Never. I wouldn’t dream of hurting you.”
There was a pause before she responded. “You didn’t hurt me,” she said. Isaac cupped her cheek and forced her to look at him.
“Did you like it?” he asked.
She tried to pull away, but he held her steady. “Don’t hide from me, Elle. Tell me the truth. Did you like it?”
“Yes,” she said and opened her eyes.
He leaned over and kissed her. Staring into her eyes, Isaac knew he was where he was supposed to be.
Chapter Eighteen
He wrapped his arms around her waist. Her na**d back pressed against his front. His c**k lengthened at the feel of her smooth skin. He wanted to be inside her again. Isaac stared down the front of her body, kissing her neck and shoulder.
“I can never think when you do that,” she said.
He’d bought this studio for them to be together. When he was with her he didn’t have to be Isaac Welch. He could be Isaac, with Elle being his only care in the world.
“I don’t like the thought of you being able to think.” He kissed her neck as he moved his hands up to cup her large br**sts. Staring over her shoulder, he felt the weight of them in his hands and was amazed by how much they filled him.
“I wish we could stay here forever.”
He rolled her ni**les between his thumb and finger. “You’re so responsive.”
“You know how to bring out a response. I love what you do to me, Isaac. I never want this feeling to end.”
“Then don’t let it. The happiest part of my day is meeting you.” He sat her down in his lap, his c**k pushed to one side out of the way. Her ass was so tempting and inviting. “Stay with me this weekend?” he asked.
“What?”
“Stay with me here. Paint for me, and I’ll give you the best weekend of your life,” he said.
“Do you promise?”
“I will make everyone of your dreams come true.” To help convince her, he pressed a hand between her thighs. Her molten heat threatened to burn his hand off.
“You’re not playing fair,” she said.
“I don’t play fair to get what I want.” He fingered her clit, making her arch into his touch.
“Yes. I’ll spend the weekend with you.”
“That’s my girl.”
He moved his hand away from her pu**y, grabbed her chin, tilted her head against his shoulder and kissed her lips.
Isaac rubbed his nose on hers and smiled when she giggled.
“You’re turning into a true romantic, Mr. Isaac.”