But Isla wasn’t a good girl in a pure sort of way. She loved sex as much as I did. Maybe more. Sometimes I made her come dozens of times when she cried in agony for more. Other times, I tortured her by bringing her to the edge of a release and then not allowing her to come.
Isla mewled, her body dipping and curling with desire like a private dance for only my benefit.
Dipping and curling.
Mewling and panting.
I could watch her like this all night long. However, not tonight.
“Please, Ciro. Please fuck me now,” she implored as if her life depended on it. “The party is starting soon.” She wiggled against my cock and arched her back teasingly. She was an arresting sight to say the least.
I ran the tips of my fingers across her heat and ground my iron length into her ass. She was so fucking wet; I could hardly stand it.
In one possessive thrust, I drove into her pussy.
Isla screamed my name as she took all of me in. It was like she’d been custom-made for me just like my expensive Italian suits.
I wasn’t small or even average in size and girth. Far from it, yet Isla never struggled or complained.
A shiver zipped down my spine. Being inside her was home to me. My comfort. My safe place.
Gripping her hips, I set an unrelenting tempo. As Isla had said, the party would be starting soon. I couldn’t take my time with her. But I’d make it up to her after the last guest went home.
I’d give my woman what she wanted until the sun woke to mark the beginning of a new day. Longer if needed. I wouldn’t stop until she was totally spent and boneless on my luxurious king-size bed.
“Oh yes! Harder!” she cried, tossing her head back.
I grunted, slamming into her. “Demanding, aren’t you, baby?” I slapped her ass cheek hard enough to make my hand sting.
“Damn you!” she yelped. “Don’t tease me! Not now!”
A devious chuckle spilled from my lips as I caressed thered spot on her creamy white ass. My little vixen loved to be spanked and tickled during sex. The right combination of the two would give her the most epic orgasms.
Earlier today, I had decided to let her spend the night so I could spoon her following our sex marathon. I’d missed her since the last time I allowed her to stay in my bed all night. Two weeks had been much too long.
If I took her on a holiday to Barbados, a week alone together would please both of us.
I hated myself for not letting her get comfortable at the mansion when, in truth, I wanted her with me every second of every day.
But my profession forced me to keep her at a safe distance. I wore a mask of indifference and ruthlessness. Showing my true feelings would put a target on Isla’s beautiful head.
No matter what, I couldn’t let her believe we would ever be more than what we were right here and now.
There wouldn’t be marriage or children.
We’d never live together.
I’d never allow myself to openly love her, not when death plagued my family.
My heart hammered in time with each thrust of my cock. I circled her clit with the pad of my thumb to rouse and guide her over the edge as I increased my speed.
Isla moaned, serenading me with her sexy song.
Her voice soothed me on my darkest days. When I was afraid or disconsolate, Isla could get me through it. She was a balm to my damaged soul. Yet, I wouldn’t allow her to be everything to me.
Of course, shewaseverything to me, whether I wanted to believe it or not.
Isla clenched around my cock and jerked me out of my head. “Ciro!” she cried out my name like a sinner in church, begging to be saved as her release hit.
