This isn’t helping my resolve.From the first time she tried to go down on me, Isabella clearly loved sucking my cock, and she learned quickly how to do it both skillfully and how I like it best. As I watch her, I can tell she’s trying to please me to the best of her ability, circling my cockhead with her tongue, pressing it and flicking just beneath the head, and I grip the sheets of the bed, my hips jerking at the sensation. I can’t think of a single fucking thing better than the feeling of Isabella’s hot, wet tongue flicking underneath the tip of my cock, and she knows it.
“God, that feels so fucking good,” I moan as her mouth slides downwards, sucking and licking, until I feel myself bump against the back of her throat. She holds me there, her head bobbing as she sucks, and I run my fingers through her hair, losing myself in the pleasure.
Her free hand squeezes my hip, bracing herself as she tries to take more of my cock, and I groan with the deep jolt of pleasure that rushes down my spine, straight to my balls as she pushes my cock into her throat, her nose brushing my abdomen as she lets go. She looks up at me then, her eyes fixed on mine almost defiantly as she grabs onto my hips with both hands, fucking my cock into her throat as she takes it all of her own accord.
It’s all I can do not to fucking shoot right then and there. I knowexactlywhat that look in her eyes means—I can read it clearly on her face.See how good this feels? See what you’re giving up? We don’t have to stop.She’s trying to make me question my decision to end things, and god help me, at least right now it’s fucking working.
I’ve never known anything as fucking heavenly as Isabella deep-throating my cock. She manages it for a few more seconds, her throat muscles squeezing my length, until she comes up coughing, wiping at her mouth with one hand as she strokes me with the other. I feel my cock swell and throb as her lips brush over it again, my hips arching, and I grit my teeth.
“I’m going to come,” I warn her. “Fuck, I can’t hold back—”
“Come in my mouth,” Isabella breathes, and then her lips are around my cockhead again, sucking, teasing, licking, and when one of her hands slides between my legs to cup and cradle my balls, rolling them gently in her fingers, I’m fucking lost.
I groan aloud as my cock bursts, the orgasm rolling over me in deep waves of sensation so good I feel the release in my fucking teeth, my whole body going rigid as I fill Isabella’s mouth with my cum. She swallows convulsively, still sucking as she takes down every drop, and I moan helplessly as I buck upwards, thrusting between her lips as she sucks me dry.
“Fucking hell—“ I lean back, shuddering as she licks the last drops of cum away from my cockhead, pushing back away from me. She starts to slide off the bed as if to leave, glancing back once at me, and I know I should let her. I should let this be it, just a quick blowjob, and let her go.
We can end it here. I don’t have to keep letting this get drawn out.
But I fuckingcan’t.
She looks so bloody gorgeous, her dark hair falling around her pink cheeks and rosy lips, puffy and full from sucking my cock. Her dress has come a little loose from us making out, the neckline draped even lower so I can see the curves of her breasts, and even though I just came like a goddamn rocket ship, I can feel my traitorous cock twitching, wanting to be inside of her.
Bloody fucking hell.
I’m grabbing her wrist before I can stop myself, pulling her towards me, and Isabella gasps softly as my hands go around her waist, lifting her up and tossing her back onto the bed. I lean over her, cursing myself in my head even as I lean down to kiss her, not caring that a moment ago the same tongue brushing against mine had my cum streaked across it, not caring that I can still faintly taste myself on her lips.
“My turn,” I murmur against her mouth, knowing with every second that passes what a terrible fucking idea this is, while at the same time being completely unable to stop myself.
Isabella is like a drug. Addictive, pleasurable, and able to make me forget every time I’m near her why we shouldn’t be doing this. Why one more hit of her is exactly the opposite of what I need.
“Niall—” She breathes my name, her hands fumbling with my shirt as my lips caress her neck, her body arching under me. “Oh god, Niall—”
The way she wraps herself around me only makes it all the more impossible to control myself. I have her dress undone in a moment, yanking the silky tie free and letting the fabric fall open, filling my hands with her breasts as I kiss my way down to them. I don’t know how much time has passed, how close we are to arriving in Boston, and I don’t care.
I need her. I need another hit.
Isabella cries out as I rub my lips over her nipple, sucking it into my mouth as I swirl my tongue around the hard peak. My other hand finds the edge of her panties, yanking them down as I slide down her body, inhaling her scent as I reach the apex of her thighs.
“Niall—” My name is a gasp now, her legs spreading for me, revealing how wet she is. “I didn’t, I’m not—”
I rasp my tongue over her skin, licking my way down to her sensitive folds. “I don’t care,” I murmur. “Nothing could ever make me not want to eat your pussy.”
And then, as she lets out a keening moan, I spread her legs wide and suck her clit into my mouth.
I don’t just eat her out, I devour her. Desire wars with anger inside of me, anger with myself and her, and the two only fuel each other. I feel weak for being unable to stay away, unable to tell her no, but it feels too fucking good. We fuck like we were made for each other, and every time we’re together, it’s the opposite of what normally happens. Every other woman I’ve been with, the desire decreases with the novelty of being someone new, that urgent need fading over days and weeks until the relationship peters out. But with Isabella, every single time only makes me want her more.
“Oh god, yes—fuckyes—” She cries out, her hands in my hair as her hips buck upwards against my face, crying out her pleasure. “Niall, oh my god, Niall—”
I thrust two fingers into her clenching pussy, hard and deep, working them in rhythm with the fluttering of my tongue as I suck her clit. I know how to send her crashing over the edge hard and fast, and as her arousal floods my mouth I know she’s close. I grasp her thigh hard, squeezing as I pound my fingers into her, eating her out as roughly as I plan to fuck her in a minute as my emotions cascade over me, crescendoing with the onrush of Isabella’s orgasm.
She screams my name as she comes, riding my tongue as her back arches, grinding onto my face. I drink her down, sucking and licking, my fingers curling inside of her as I pleasure her through her climax, wanting to draw it out as long as possible. I fucking love this, the taste and smell of her, the feeling of her, hot and wet against my lips and on my tongue.
The moment her orgasm starts to fade, I push myself between her legs, my jeans around my thighs as my rock-hard cock presses against her entrance. Isabella got my shirt open as we kissed, and her hands stroke my bare chest, her head thrown back as her legs lock around my hips, pulling me in. I can feel her, still fluttering and clenching from her release as I push my cockhead into her, and she cries out, grabbing my shoulders as she arches up.
“Oh god, it’s so good—fuck, Niall, fuck, I’m gong to come again—”
I hear her keening cry of pleasure as a second orgasm hits her, and her legs grasp my hips, pulling me into her as her pussy squeezes around me. It’s so fucking good that it nearly sends me over the edge as well, the sensation of her rippling along my length making my head swim as I lean over her and capture her mouth, thrusting my cock in hard to the hilt.