She moans and cries out, nails scraping my scalp, hands in my hair, until she’s trembling from the force of her orgasm.
When her legs fall open and she collapses into the bed, I chase her mouth and kiss her—let her taste herself on my tongue.
Her small hands fumble with my briefs, the only barrier between us. She tugs them down, freeing my cock, wrapping her hand around the shaft.
I hiss at the contact.
She strokes me until I push her hand away, gripping myself to guide my cock to her soaked entrance.
“I’ll be gentle,” I promise, kissing her again.
But she frowns. “I don’t want gentle.”
I freeze.
“Iz—”
“Please,” she whispers. “Fuck me like you hate me.”
I search her face, looking for something—hesitation? Deception?—but there’s nothing.
A switch flips. This isn’t the sweet Isolde who curls beside me in bed. This is the woman who put a bullet in a man’s skull without blinking.
“Tell me to stop, and I will.” My final check before I lose myself completely.
She nods.
I snap.
I wrap my hand around her throat as I thrust into her, filling her to the hilt. “You want me to fuck you like a whore?” I tighten my grip, watching her gasp for breath. Her pussy clenches around me.
I release her, let her suck in air. She smiles.
Then I tighten again and start to move—hard, punishing thrusts.
Her face flushes red, fingers clawing at my wrists, but her walls pulse around me, slickness coating her thighs. She fuckinglovesit.
Sitting up onto my knees, I grip her hips and angle them just right, hitting that perfect spot.
“That’s it. Take it like a good girl.”
She detonates—screaming, unraveling beneath me.
But I’m not finished.
I flip her over, shove her face into the mattress, and thrust back inside. My fingers bruise her hips with every slap of skin against skin.
I slap her ass, reveling in the crack, her soft cry, the red blooming across her skin.
Then I spit. Watch it pool over her asshole.
She moans into the sheets, fists clutching them, back arching as she pushes into me.
“You love this don’t you, filthy girl?”
I don’t slow. I let go of her hip with one hand and circle her tight hole. She freezes—for half a second—then pushes back into me.
“Tell me. Tell me how much you love it.”
