“Mhm,”I say on a groan.
“You’re so hard for me.”
“I thought we weren’t talking?”
Izzy’s face morphs into amusement, letting out the cutest giggle. That instant, my already ever-present interest in her grows immensely. I’d give anything to hear that giggle again.
“Have it your way.” She instantly releases my cock, rises up, and slowly sinks down onto it.
Her hands grip my shoulders for stability, and I enjoy the small sting from her fingernails digging into my skin through myshirt. Circling her hips in delicious motions, she’s undoubtedly pleasing her clit while she finds her pace.She needs more, but won’t ask for it.
I slowly trail one hand from her hip, letting my fingers sensually graze across her skin, goose-bumps forming on her flesh, until I reach her clit. Her eyes flash to mine and lock in as I start rubbing in small circular motions, a moan escaping her.
“Is this okay?” I ask, needing to know.
“You better not fucking stop,” she demands, her head falling back on another moan.
That’s it.I’m a fucking goner for her.
"I will. Don't say you weren't warned."
A month has passed since she said those words, and Izzy's warning rings clear like an alarm bell in my head.
I ignore it, like I have been.
She, of course, did not make this past month easy on me. She gave me a different kind of hell at every turn imaginable.
After our first time together, I was hooked, and she’s still slowly reeling me in.
This girl is something else. I should run for the hills, but we both know I won't.
The sass on her is unmatched. She's feisty as hell, and I love it.
After that first night, convincing her to even see me again wasn't necessarily easy. Hell, who am I kidding? It was a damn job in itself.
Good thing I'm a persistent man who doesn't give up easily. From the beginning, she's met her match, whether she knows it or not.
After that night, my texts to her started with,"When can I see you again?"
None of those got replies.
Then, they turned into,"Strictly sexual, I need you."
Those texts all received replies, which let me know where she stands.If sex isn't on the table, she isn't interested.
Now, it's to the point I'm sending them almost daily. I can't seem to get enough of her. If I'm being honest, I wish I could stop.
The more time I spend with her, the more I find myself falling already. However, I try to refrain since I know damn well that falling for her would be a slippery slope from which I may not recover.
She doesn't let me into her world. She's closed off like a locked-tight safe, warding off intruders from the inside out. The warning red flags are all there, but they have the opposite effect of what they should.
The very things that should push me away from her somehow draw me to her more.
"You live here all alone?" she asks as we make our way through my expansive farmhouse. She looks around in awe. While her eyes are on the house, my eyes remain onher.
"For now," I answer with a wink, eyeing her up and down.
She snorts out a laugh. "Ha! Dream on, buddy!" Then her gaze flicks to me. "Okay. You got me in your home alone. Job well done, Mister Murderer. Now what? Do you take me to your dungeon, tie me up, have your way with me, and then chop me into pieces? You own a farm, but I didn’t see any pigs to feed me to." She chuckles humorously as the words leave her mouth.
