Isaac pulls my head back and I exhale a deep breath. “Fuck my mouth.” His eyes light up, and my lady parts clench in anticipation. “Please.”
With my hair fisted tightly in his hand, he pulls my face toward his dick. I open wide, making sure I’m ready for him, and latch my fingers around the backs of his thighs to steady myself. Once my mouth is filled with his entire shaft, I suction my cheeks.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans, pushing all the way down my throat ever so slowly. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.” I expect him to fuck my mouth like I asked, but he doesn’t. He’s slow and deliberate, his eyes staying trained on mine. I didn’t think it was possible, but as he pushes in and out of my throat, just deep enough to make my eyes water and saliva to drip down the corners of my lips, I realize he’s not fucking my mouth but making love to it.
“Isaac,” I growl around his dick, pulling back slightly, so he can understand what I’m saying. “Fuck my mouth. Hard.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
He growls under his breath and thrusts his dick back into my mouth, this time with more force. Every time his head hits the back of my throat, I swear I get wetter and wetter. I consider reaching into my underwear and fingering myself, but I’m too focused on him, on the way he’s now thrusting in and out of my mouth.
“Fuck, Cam. Your mouth. Those lips… Fuck!”
I assume he’s going to come down my throat, but he shocks me by pulling out and lifting me to my feet. He rips my shirt over my head and yanks my jeans and underwear down my legs, then twists me around and pushes me up against the edge of the sink.
His eyes lock with mine in the mirror as he spreads my legs and then enters me in one slick thrust, filling me so deliciously.
“Holy shit, you’re fucking wet.” One hand goes back to fisting my hair and the other snakes around my front, finding the swollen nub between my legs. Even now, with him so close to losing it, he makes sure I’m taken care of. I’m quickly realizing it’s who he is. With his gaze never leaving mine, he fucks me so damn good.
“Do you feel that?” he asks, his voice raw with emotion. “Do you feel how goddamned perfectly I fit inside you, stretching your tight cunt?” He thrusts in and out of me, hitting a spot deep within me, and my body shudders. Between his words and my clit already being primed, my orgasm builds higher and higher.
“You’re mine,” he growls, tightening his hold on my hair, his eyes never leaving mine. “Say it, tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I breathe, my walls tightening and my climax close to the precipice.
“Fuck yes, you are.” He lets go of my hair and smacks my ass, and I damn near convulse. “That’s it, baby. Come all over my dick.” His thumb presses down on my clit and I explode around him. My walls clamp down on his shaft, and he groans out his own release, his warm seed filling me.
When we’ve both come down, he pulls out of me and spins me around. Before I can ask him what he’s doing, his mouth crashes down on mine and his fingers delve inside my swollen and hypersensitive pussy. “You’re mine,” he murmurs against my lips. “And I’m yours.” He thrusts his digits deep inside me, our combined orgasms making a squishing sound as some of it drips down the inside of my leg.
He pulls back and a sexy smirk quirks in the corner of his lips. “I love this.” He scissors his fingers inside of me. “Knowing there’s a chance every time I come in you, you might get pregnant. It turns me on. Makes me want to stay buried in you every second of every day.”
This isn’t the first time he’s said this, and it should probably freak me the hell out. We’re moving fast, probably too fast. But as I look at the way his eyes light up at the idea of getting me pregnant, I just don’t have it in me to freak out. Because the truth is, I’m completely okay with anything he wants. He has me locked under his spell. It might sound crazy, but I know this man is my forever.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
ISAAC
“Yes, sir, I’ll have him call you as soon as he gets in.” Camilla’s heated gaze stays trained on me the entire time she speaks to whoever is on the other line, and I have to refrain from taking her right here on the desk. We’ve been working together all week, and after the second time Noah walked in on us, she made a no fucking in the office rule—one I have no intention of keeping long term.