His fingers leave me and then there’s pressure at my back entrance. It can’t be more than one finger, but it’s tight… so tight. I don’t even want to imagine what his dick will feel like in me. He must add another finger because the tightness turns to a burning.
“Fuck, Cam,” he mutters. “I wish you could see the way your perfect ass sucks my fingers in.”
His words make me squirm and, without thinking, my hand reaches under me to find my clit.
Isaac, so damn perceptive, doesn’t miss a beat. “You touching yourself?” He reaches under me again and his fingers land on mine. “That’s it. Stroke yourself. But don’t make yourself come yet.”
I still my fingers, knowing it won’t take me long to work myself up.
Isaac goes back to my ass, pumping his fingers in and out of my tight hole, and then pulls them out completely. I sigh, missing the fullness they were creating against my pussy wall. But then he spreads my cheeks again and I feel the thick head of his dick pushing against me.
“Take a deep breath,” he says. “I’ll go slow.”
I exhale and he pushes in. The burning I felt earlier intensifies, and I close my eyes, wondering what the hell I’ve gotten myself into. This man, since the first day I’ve met him, has this way about getting me to do whatever he wants—and right now is no different.
He keeps going, and I can feel every inch that enters me. I keep exhaling, forcing myself to stay loose, and before I know it, he’s telling me he’s all the way in.
“How do you feel?” he asks, his voice tense.
I take a second to think about it. Aside from a bit of burning and pain, it doesn’t actually hurt. More than anything I feel full. “I’m okay.” My fingers slide across my swollen nub, and the combination of his dick in me and the sensitivity of my clit has me pushing back. “You can fuck me,” I find myself saying.
He fists my hair, and I expect him to let loose, but he doesn’t. He pulls out almost all the way and then slowly drives back in. Little by little, the burning turns to pleasure and before I know it, I’m grinding my pussy against my fingers while he fucks my ass.
I come first, nearly screaming out my orgasm. My body becomes languid and I drop onto my belly, unable to hold myself up any longer, glancing back, just as Isaac pulls all the way out and fists his cock. I watch as ropes of cum land all over my ass. His eyes flit over to meet mine, and our gazes lock, and it’s in this moment that I know I’m in deep. What I feel for him is unlike anything I’ve ever felt, and I would do anything he says. The thought both excites and scares me.
I wake up, feeling parched, and glance at my phone. It’s eleven o’clock. The darkness outside tells me it’s night time, and the empty side of the bed next to me tells me Isaac isn’t here. Half-asleep, I drag myself out of bed, my entire body sore from our sexual ministrations earlier.
After we showered together—where he fucked me against the wall and made me come again, I practically crashed, face first in bed. My God, the way that man dishes out orgasms… If I hadn’t passed out from what I swear was orgasm overload, I would’ve made him take me again and again.
I stumble over the stacks of boxes, reminding me I never put anything away since we got sidetracked. I run my hand across the top of one of the boxes as I walk past them and my heart flutters in my chest. I don’t know how Isaac managed to get all my stuff, but I owe him so much. For him to go out of his way to get my things, and so quickly, means the world to me.
I pad down the hall in search of him, but when I find him in his office, he’s on the phone with someone. When a masculine voice speaks over the speakers, I realize he’s on speakerphone. Not wanting to interrupt him, I’m about to back out of the room, when his eyes catch mine, and a smile that takes my breath away forms on his face
“You’re awake,” he says, ignoring whoever’s on the phone. The voice on the other line comes to a halt.
“Yeah, I was thirsty. Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“You’re not interrupting anything. C’mere.” He nods toward his chair, backing up slightly, and I go to him without question, as if I’m a magnet, drawn to him and his force field.
When I climb into his lap, remaining quiet since he’s still on the phone, I look over and see he’s not on the phone, but on a video call. I try to move off him, but he clasps my hips and holds me to him. “Noah, I want you to meet Camilla, my girlfriend.”