The second the door shut, Isabella was on me. No teasing, no small talk—just her lips crushing against mine, her hands already pulling at my shirt. I shoved her against the wall, hiking her dress up as she let out this hot little gasp against my mouth.
"Fuck me like you mean it," she growled, nipping at my lip.
Who was I to argue? I scooped her up, her legs locking around my waist as I carried her to the bed. She didn't waste time, just yanked my belt open, freed me with one rough tug, then pushed me down onto the mattress.
For a second, she just smirked at me—then dropped her mouth onto me, slow and filthy, her tongue doing things that made me grip the sheets. She pulled back just as I was getting close, laughing under her breath. "Not yet."
Oh, hell no. I flipped her over, shoved her panties aside, and went down on her. She arched off the bed, gasping my name as I licked her slow, then fast, then slow again until her thighs were shaking.
Before she could even catch her breath, I dragged her up onto her hands and knees. She glanced back at me, eyes wild, and that was all the invitation I needed. I slid into her from behind, and damn, she felt good, tight, wet, every thrust pulling these desperate little moans out of her.
"Harder" she demanded, so I gave it to her, gripping her hips as I pounded into her, her ass slamming back against me with every move.
When her moans turned into broken gasps, I pulled out just long enough to flip her onto her back and drive into her again. Her legs hooked around me, pulling me deeper as she came with this choked cry and that was it for me. I buried myself in her, grinding out my own release as she clenched around me.
We were both wrecked, breathing hard, but Isabella just rolled onto her side, her lips brushing my ear as she smirked.
"Again."
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