Blackmailing His Runaway Bride by Dance-is-me (carter reed .txt) 📗

"Don't... Stop." Her haggard breath ordered.

Isabella swiftly reached for the zipper of her jeans just at the same time he did. After a few seconds, they were both stark naked and they could not stop feasting on each other's bodies. 

Her hands now running through her skin from her lower abdomen all the way to her jugs, Isabella asked the sturdy man, "What now?"

Charles smirked again and slowly approached Isabella, his eyes showing how much he enjoyed watching her tease herself. When he was finally in front of her, he reached for her hands and used one of his hands to cage them behind her. 

Without a word, Charles traced his other hand to her needy centre, their bodies bumping occasionally as Isabella tried to see if she could reach for his hardening manhood. 

A thumb pressed against her sensitivity and she jolted a bit. A small moan came from her when he went on to take her clit in between his fingers.

"Do something," Isabella almost pleaded with Charles who stilled his hold on her bud. It was just torture for her. "Please."

Leaning in, his lips found the side of her neck again and while he took a deep inhale, he ran his fingers along her clit and a loud moan followed. He wouldn't let go of her hands so Isabella had to bear the fact that she could not grip him for support. 

His finger soon began to work on her, creating floods of pleasure as time went on. He made her moan easily while he patiently pleased her. But with the way Isabella was feeling at that moment, she could not afford to go along with his patience.

"Charles, please. I want to feel you now."

"Are you sure?"

 She knew he was ready for it. His veined member failed to hide its excitement.

 Isabella nodded in response and she could already feel her back gently hitting the bed again, Charles holding her hands above her head. 

Her lower body spread properly to accommodate the man whose growing thickness was poking her, and Isabella could not help but smile.

"Hmm..." Charles took a small lick of the skin of her right breast and Isabella begged him again to do exactly what she wanted. 

She had had enough fill of his amazing foreplay.

Smiling still, Charles leaned in further and used his other hand to lift her back off the bed.

Isabella did as he requested and he slowly found his way into her sleek insides. He penetrated her, and her legs wrapped around him while she refused to let out a yelp.

 Charles felt better than before. And that moment was more... erotic. 

Especially with the way he held her hands and went in and out of her rhythmically. 

The firm squeeze her walls gave his length whenever he took a long stroke into her seemed to insanely please Charles as he also moaned and hastily reached for her nipple with his mouth. 

Isabella could think of nothing else. All she noticed was Charles and the way he made her feel. Her tingling body wanted more and more of Charles as he rode her into pleasure's land.

 And that was what she got when he increased his speed and entered her with more impact, slapping sounds periodically filling the air, their breaths raging crazily.

Isabella cried for more, and Charles groaned about how good she felt and it didn't seem like anyone wanted to release yet. 

But it was inevitable, the release had to come at some point.

A few minutes after, when Isabella screamed the entry of her climax, Charles took her earlobe like before and sucked sensually before he shook slightly, coming the same way she did. 

Isabella felt so explosive. And she decided she wanted him and only him to continuously make her feel that way. 

As their chests heaved together, Charles looked into her eyes and huskily asked, "Should we take this to the shower?"