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

“Oh… Charles…” Isabella's voice shook as she adjusted to his length. 

It was finally happening! She was finally going to get that sexual tension released. 

Isabella jubilated.

“Don’t move yet,” Charles commanded as she shifted. Isabella did as he said and waited for him to do something. 

But she could not lie, just having him inside her was enough.

“Bella?”

“Yes, Charles?” 

“I…” His hips jerked and he slid into her with a single stroke, her face instantly wearing pleasure. “... love you.” Charles groaned and then it began. 

With slow yet impactful strokes, he went in and out of her. 

“Charles…” Isabella gripped his firm shoulders as things exploded with her. 

“Don’t stop looking at me,” he admonished. Seconds later, he increased his pace and a small scream came from the woman. “Look at me, love. Okay?” 

Isabella, who was struggling to keep her eyes open, surprisingly had the strength to nod. 

Staring into those lovely and sexy eyes of his, gave Isabella the chance to read the loads of love he had for her. And that made more explosions go off inside her and she shifted closer to the final point. 

“Bella…” The way he groaned her name before burying his face in the swells of her chest made her lose it. She was going to wait a bit but she needed that release to come. 

“Charles… faster.” She initiated a pace but he stopped her, taking full control. Almost whining, she dug her fingers into his skin. 

He had changed his angle and he slipped in and out of her grip in a manner that assured a particular spot was hit again and again. 

“Are you close?” he hoarsely asked as he held her tightly and went even faster. 

“Yes…” She was very, very close. She could already feel her legs going weak. 

“Good.” A kiss followed his word. A gasp from her broke the kiss. With more slapping sounds filling the room, Isabella could tell that Charles was about to find his release. 

“Charles… Yes!” Isabella cried some more. “Yes. I love you! I love you, Charles…” Then it came, the release. It made her shake with pleasure. She felt really good. 

“Bella…” Charles himself groaned, stopped his movements, and soon she was filled with his fluids. “I love you, Bella.” Their sweaty bodies stayed glued together and Isabella smiled. 

There was no doubt, that she belonged in those arms of his. 

Closing her eyes in relief, she replied, “I love you too.” 

Then, from that moment his hold was all she needed.