Page 18 of Resisting Isaac

The sounds of rough, messy sex fill the room around us.

I moan and writhe as he fucks me, punishing, unyielding until I’m coming. And coming.

I have two consecutive orgasms, and only then does he slow his pace. He enters me slowly, pressing deep but not as deep as before then slides back and forth more gently while I come down from my explosive release.

I still whimper when he pulls out.

“That’s a good girl,” he soothes in my ear, brushing my hair gently back from my face.

He stands me up and turns me to face him. I can’t look him in the eyes for reasons I can’t explain, even to myself.

“Don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart.” He tips my chin upward. “You need a break?”

My head says yes but my body says fuck that. He hasn’t come yet and I’ve come three times tonight.

I’m starting to understand where that cocky cowboy swagger comes from. And why the bartender said women always come back looking for him.

I shake my head no.

“No break then. Tell me what you need.” He disposes of the condom even though it’s empty and uses his shirt to wipe the lubricant off. Him not coming yet is bothering me morethan it should. I’ve never had a guy out-orgasm me and it’s messing with me.

“I need your cum,” I tell him honestly.

The surprise is evident in his expression. “It’s yours, baby. Where do you want it?”

Filling my pussy, drenching my tongue, dripping down my face.

I bite my lower lip to hold my filthy desires inside. But he sees them.

Seesme.

“That’s my dirty girl,” he says with a grin. “Let me rephrase that. Where do you want to take itfirst?”

“My mouth,” I answer because I’m dying to taste him. And because I want to drive him mad the way he’s driving me slowly insane.

I start to lower to my knees, but he grips the reins, holds me upright, and unties them.

We aren’t supposed to switch until he comes but I’m not going to argue. I doubt it’s been a half hour.

But it feels good to have my hands free to touch him.

“You’ll need your hands for this one,” he tells me. Then he lowers himself to the bed and pulls me on top of him.

I start to crawl down his muscular body when he stops me. “I want to eat that sweet pussy while you suck me off,” he admits. “That okay?”

Okay? That’s fireworks on a summer night fucking glorious.

I smile. “I can work with that.”

He grins back at me, strokes his dick with a free hand while I spin around so my ass is in his face. I don’t feel the slightest bit self-conscious about it now since he tongue-fucked it like a lunatic already.

Once he has me positioned how he wants above his face,he wraps his arms around my thighs and pulls my lower body onto him. My clit is super sensitive but his tongue laps at me sweetly as if he knows to be gentle.

It feels so good it almost distracts me from what I’m doing.

His cock is standing at attention, so I wrap a hand around it and lick the tip, swirling my tongue like he enjoyed before.

When I take him into my mouth, he plunges his tongue into my pussy again.