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ISABELLE

I ’m nervous and excited at the same time. I want Pierre, physically. Like he said, this has been the longest foreplay, and honestly, I’m sick of using my battery-operated friend, it doesn’t seem to get me off as well as he does over the phone.

“Holy shit, Issy, you look stunning,” Pierre says as those hazel eyes hungrily look over me.

I chose a sexy little black dress that barely covers the front and back of me, and dips low showing off my cleavage.

“Is this what you normally wear to the club?” he asks, reaching out and pulling me to him.

His hands run down my body until he grabs my ass in his large hand and squeezes it.

“You’re not wearing any underwear.” He groans as he holds me against him.

“Didn’t see the point.” I smirk as I run my hand along his hard chest. I told him to put on a pair of loose pants and a top, something that is easy to get in and out of.

“Do you want to skip the club and just stay in?” he says, nuzzling my neck, his lips trailing down my throat, my nipples pebbling with each kiss.

“You’ve been waiting so long to go to it and now you want to stay at home?” I chuckle.

“Why would I need to go when I have everything I want here?” he says, his teeth nip my skin.

Oh.

I look up at him. “What do you want?”

“I want to see you bent over the sofa, legs spread, and show me what I’ve been missing all these years.

” I swallow hard as he stares at me darkly.

I mean, fucking is fucking either at home or a sex club.

Maybe we’ll raincheck the club then. On shaky legs, I walk over to the sofa and do as he asks.

I place my stomach on the edge of the sofa, slowly open my legs, feeling the hem of my dress roll over my backside until it is around my waist.

“Fuck, Issy,” he curses behind me and his voice sounds strangled. “You’re even better than I remember.” I bite my bottom lip. “Show me how you’ve been touching yourself all week.”

I close my eyes and let my fingers slide between my thighs, I am already wet.

“You’re killing me.” He groans, and when I open my eyes, I catch his reflection in the glass.

He has his dick out and is slowly pumping his hand up and down his thick length.

My fingers dip between my folds and circle my clit all while I watch him jerk off over me.

It’s so fucking hot. I’ve never had a man do this with me before.

Yes, I get up to wild things at The Paradise Club, but outside of that, my sex life is tame.

Not that I have much of a sex life outside of the club.

No man has ever jerked off on security camera for me, nor made me dinner every night or breakfast in the mornings.

The man is even doing my washing and cleaning my home.

“You’re dripping, Issy. I need a taste.” Next thing I know, his tongue is pushing my fingers out of the way, while his hands grip my hips and he practically makes me sit on his face.

Oh my god, my knees want to buckle as he eats my pussy like a starved man.

My fingers dig into my sofa as Pierre’s tongue slides all over me.

He doesn’t stop. I don’t even think he takes a breath down there, but then he slides one of his thick fingers inside me, and I start to see stars.

I’m panting. Mumbling. Cursing. Praying.

As he pushes me higher and higher until I can’t take it any longer, and he pushes me right over the edge, and I scream the house down.

I’m so loud that Frankston comes running and starts attacking his dad, who reluctantly lets go of me as he pushes his dog out of the way.

“What the fuck, Frankie. I was making her come, man. You killed the vibe, buddy. She’s good.

So good. Tell him.” He looks up at me, and I all I can do is laugh as I look down at the mess I’ve made all over Pierre’s face.

It’s glistening with me all over him, his hair is a mess, and his pants are tented.

“I’m good, boy, so good,” I reassure Frankston who gives me a woof and then walks away.

“Can’t believe he attacked me.” Pierre chuckles as he helps himself up. “He didn’t ruin the mood, did he?”

“Hell no.” I grin as I launch myself into his arms, which makes him chuckle. My lips are on his and I can taste myself.

“Fuck, I’ve missed your taste.” He groans as he walks us a couple of steps and presses me against the wall.

Thank goodness he has thick arms and can hold me like this.

“I need inside of you, Issy. I had grand plans of taking my time with you tonight, but fuck it, we’ve been foreplaying for weeks now.

I’ll make it up to you next time.” I couldn’t agree more, I need him inside me.

Stat. He pulls himself from his pants and slides his cock through my slickness making both of us hiss.

“Shit. I don’t have a condom on me, it’s in my room. ”

“I’m on birth control and have regular checks because of the club. I’m clean. And I haven’t been with anyone since then. It’s been two months,” I tell him.

Pierre bites his bottom lip and stills. “I thought you went the first night I was here.”

“I did, but I couldn’t bring myself to do anything.”

“Really?” He seems shocked. I nod. “I just had mine done for the club. I’m clean,” he tells me.

“Just this once, okay?” I tell him.

“Agreed.” He hisses as he lines himself up and slowly slides into me. Yes. Yes. Yes. The delicious stretch of his thick cock. “I want to move, Issy, but I can’t, you feel so fucking good.” He groans.

I grab his face and make him look at me.

“Fuck, Saint.” And it sets him off. His fingers dig into my hips as he starts pistoning into me.

Next thing I know he is speaking in French and it has me melting even more.

He could be reciting plays for all I know, I don’t care because he is seriously pushing all my buttons.

I’m going to have bruises tomorrow, but it doesn’t matter, it was worth it.

I move my hand between us feeling him sliding in and out of me as I circle my clit.

I’m feverish with each of his deep thrusts until we both can’t take it anymore and come, me for the second time.

It’s been a while since a non-club person has pulled multiples out of me.

Dammit, my alarm goes off pulling me from a dirty dream I’d been having where Pierre was doing filthy things to me. I try to roll over to turn the alarm off, but I’m stuck by a muscular arm that is currently wrapped around me.

“It’s too early for this much noise.” That deep, timbered voice reverberates around me as he reaches over and turns my alarm off.

Shit.

No. No. No.

I try to make my way through the fog that is currently going on in my head. Last night wasn’t a dream. Pierre did do dirty, filthy things to me as I look down at my naked body. What the hell was I thinking?

“Stop freaking out.” He chuckles.

“I’m not freaking out.”

“Yes, you are. You’ve woken up with buyer’s remorse, I can feel the anxiety vibrating off you,” he grumbles, snuggling into me so his scratchy stubble tickles my shoulder.

“I was shocked for five seconds finding you wrapped around me,” I tell him.

“Naked,” he adds. My eyes widen as I try not to freak out as he presses his morning wood against me. “See, very much naked and very much ready for round two or five, sort of lost count.”

I slap him. “Get off me, I have to get ready for work.” Pierre doesn’t move except to pull me into him tighter.

“Give me ten and then you can go have a shower and I’ll make you breakfast.”

“I don’t have time for sex, I have to get going. I’ll grab breakfast on the way to the office,” I tell him, shoving his immense weight off me, but it doesn’t work, he’s like a fricken boulder. He then rolls me onto my back and pushes my hands above my head as he rubs his naked body over me.

“Don’t you think you would have a better day if you started it with an orgasm?” He grins, rolling his hips as his cock teases me, a small moan escapes me which makes him chuckle.

“I don’t have time,” I whine.

Pierre looks at me. “Give me five minutes to get you off, and then you can have a shower, and I’ll pack you some breakfast to go.

” That does seem nice. “Issy, remember what we agreed to. If you need me, I’m here to service your needs.

And I can feel how needy your pussy is this morning because it is exactly as needy as my cock. ”

Damn him and his mouth. “Fine,” I say, rolling my eyes, but that is just for show because I wouldn’t mind a quick orgasm before work.

Pierre smirks. “Thought you would see it my way,” he says before disappearing under the covers.

His palms push open my legs, and I feel the warmth of his breath against my thighs and then the wetness of his tongue as he slides it across my folds.

The deep rumble of his growl as he savors my taste has my hands digging into the covers.

Yes. This is what I’ve been missing at home.

Usually I order a morning wake-up call when I’m at The Paradise Club resort, but having it on tap at home is something I never realized I needed, till now .

Maybe this no-strings-attached thing with Pierre won’t be so bad if he wakes me up like this every morning.

He slides a thick finger inside me, and my eyes roll back in my head.

Yes. His fingers are so big and so thick and long, they reach places other men seem to miss.

This is what I need, it’s better than coffee as my body starts to tense and curl with the impending orgasm.

Pierre continues to push me further and further toward the edge as he slides another finger inside me, stretching me, and when he curls them at the right angle, he sends me over and I lose myself in the all-consuming orgasm.

I’m still coming down from my high as he smugly emerges from under the covers.