She nodded, her eyes closed, her mouth parted as she moaned.
“I want you inside me.”
“Say that again.” His hoarse voice was demanding. He cupped her breast and grabbed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Say it, baby.” He continued to thrust against her pussy, sliding his cock up and down her cleft.
“I need you. I want your cock inside me again, Corbin.”
He claimed her lips, slipped his tongue inside, and mouth-fucked her. “I’m going to be inside you, and you’ll know that you’re mine.”
9
The room spun as her arousal jumbled her thoughts. She didn’t want to think about anything aside from right now in her hazy mind. But Izabella also knew that once morning came, things would be different, whether that be good or bad.
She’d heard everything Corbin said, all of it: owning her, claiming her, never being with anyone else.
She wasn’t Corbin’s, though, and the words he said were in the heat of the moment. She knew that, accepted it, and she was just enjoying this one moment in time.
He pulled and twisted her nipple, causing little zings of electricity throughout her whole body. It felt so good, and he knew just the right place to touch her to light her up. She’d never felt more out of control with her emotions or body than she did right now, and that made this even more exciting.
“Lick it, Corbin, touch it with your lips and tongue.” She knew she wouldn’t have to elaborate for him to know what she wanted.
He growled low in his throat, leaned down, and sucked her nipple into his mouth.
“God, yes,” she moaned, not being able to hold in her words or the erotic sounds leaving her.
When he released her nipple with a pop, she knew she couldn’t take any more of this foreplay.
Watching as he grabbed his cock and leaned back, all Izabella could do was stare in erotic pleasure as he aligned himself with her pussy hole again. His cock, so big and long, so thick and glistening with her cream, had her mouthwatering.
“I’m so damn hard for you, baby.” He swallowed, still poised at her entrance. “I won’t last once I’m inside you again.”
She didn’t say anything because she couldn’t even form words right now.
“You see what you do to me? You see how fucking hard I am?” He was looking right in her eyes.
“Yes.” Her focus was on his cock and where he was poised. This nagging in the back of her mind spoke of something she should be concentrating on, but she was too far gone to pay it any attention or to care.
In one swift, penetrating move, Corbin buried himself to the hilt inside her.
He started thrusting a little faster and cupped one bared breast again, rolling the nipple between his thumb and index finger. He moved to the next and did the same thing, and her hands ached from how tightly she held on to the headboard as the pleasure consumed her.
Spreading her legs even wider and lifting her hips, she gasped when he hit something deep inside her. As he placed his forearms flat on the bed by her head, resting the full weight of his body on her, the air left her. She loved the pressure, loved the feeling of being pressed down by this man.
He never took his gaze from her as he fucked her, slamming his hips into her before pulling back out and repeating the action over and over again.
“You’re mine, Izabella,” he said softly, so low his words were slightly muffled.
You’re his for the night. Don’t forget that, and don’t let your emotions get involved.
He lifted up slightly so their stomachs weren’t touching anymore, but he never stopped thrusting in and out of her.
“This feels so good, Corbin.”
Placing his hand on her belly, he added a bit of pressure, holding her still as he fucked her. But then he slipped his fingers over her clit and started rubbing the nub back and forth.
Lowering his face again, he pressed his mouth against hers, barely touching her. “I want you to come all over my cock, baby,” he murmured against her mouth, and she arched her back, pressing her breasts into his firm, warm flesh.
“God, yes, Corbin.” Neck arching, hands fisting into the sheets, and her breath leaving her violently, Izabella let the sensations move through her.
“Fuck, baby. Yes.” He took his hand and cupped her cheek, holding her head still as he fucked her pussy and her mouth. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, and their sweat-slicked skin moved erotically against each other.
Tensing, trying to hold off on coming because she didn’t want this to end, she reached out and grabbed a chunk of his hair with both of her hands, pulling on the strands until he pulled back from her mouth.