ISABELLA
He’s everything I’ve been craving.
The Devil.
God, I hope so.
He knows what he’s doing as he rubs my clit until I’m seconds away from shattering with pleasure. Exhilaration floods me as if I’m riding my motorcycle at top speed. As if I’m leaping from building top to building top, or I’m almost caught while freeing slaves.
The rush of adrenaline makes me lightheaded, my body craving the pleasure I know he can give me.
It’s moments like this that keep me sane. They’re scarce, and I lose myself entirely in the intensity building between us.
I barely take in the moving bodies below as his cologne's woodsy scent, smoky and sultry, envelops me.
Through the fabric of his pants, I’m pleased to feel how well-endowed he is.
Our bodies move as one as he dances in perfect sync with me.
God, he feels incredible behind me. Unlike any other man I’ve been with. The power coming off him in waves calls to the strength surging through me.
My devil moves his hands, and he brushes my palm away from his cock. I feel as he unzips his pants, and he takes a moment to sheath himself with the condom.
My blood rushes in my ears as the anticipation in me reaches breaking point, and then he pushes the dress away from my ass, and I feel his cock brush against my heated skin.
Resting my hands on the railing again, I spread my legs and lift myself onto the tip of my toes to give him better access.
He doesn’t waste time and moving my g-string to the side, he positions his impressive head at my entrance. He surges into me with a long, hard thrust that makes my body bow forward from how good it feels.
Mother of God. Yes.
A satisfied moan escapes me as he fills me completely.
He takes me the same way I’ve been dancing for him, slow and torturously. I feel every inch of him as he pulls out and thrusts back inside me.
My fingers curl around the chrome railing, my sight blurring until all I see are the flashing lights. My mind goes blank, all my worries forgotten in this blissful moment of lust and ecstasy.
I grind my ass back against him as he enters me again, and shivers of pleasure rush over my skin.
The silence between us. The anonymity. The intensity. It all turns me on like I’ve never been turned on before.
It’s the perfect thrill.
He moves his left hand back to my clit, and the way he rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves makes me unravel at the speed of light. Not even I have been able to touch myself like this. It’s as if he knows exactly what to do to make me come apart at the seams.
God, it’s a pity this is only a hook-up.
Closing my eyes, I lean my head back against his shoulder, and then I feel his other hand’s fingers skim over my neck and down to my cleavage.
“So fucking beautiful,” he breathes against my jaw. “Are you real?”
Turning my face toward him, I answer honestly, “No.”
I’m only the real me when I’m risking my life to free those who’ve been stolen by my mother. Anything else is an act to divert everyone’s attention, so I won’t be found out.
Our eyes lock, and our breaths mingle as he slams harder inside me. Sighs and moans begin to spill from my lips, mixing with the beat of the music pulsing around us.
His muscled chest is solid against my back, and the power radiating from his body as he fucks me makes me feel drunk.
So good. God, so good.
He pinches my clit, and it instantly sends me spiraling with pleasure as an orgasm crashes through my body. Every muscle in my body tenses as I begin to convulse.
His lips brush over the sensitive skin beneath my ear. “Christ, milk my cock.”
My body listens to his order, and my inner walls clench hard around his impressive girth, drawing a deep groan from him.
Pleasure keeps hitting me in paralyzing waves until there’s a real threat I’ll sink to the ground from my legs going numb.
Wrapping his left arm around my waist, he holds me pinned to him as his pace becomes forceful. I have to tighten my grip on the railing because it makes my orgasm so much more intense.
By the time he finds his own release, I’m struggling to take a breath of air, my body nothing more than spasms of bliss.
His thrusts slow down, and gradually the pleasure ebbs away. The music returns. My sight focuses on the VIP section on the other side of the club. I become aware of the fine coat of sweat covering my body.
Then he pulls out, and after tucking his cock back into his pants, he straightens my g-string and dress.
I keep still as he presses a kiss to the side of my neck, and then his knuckles brush down my back before he walks away.
Slowly, I turn my head, and I watch as he makes his way to the restrooms, his strides filled with power and confidence.
There goes the best sex of my life.
I take a moment to find my composure and to make sure my dress covers everything it should. When I’m sure my legs won’t give way beneath me, I walk toward the stairs, and without glancing back, I make my way to the exit.
With every step, I still feel him between my legs, and his aftershave clings to my skin.
Outside the club, I only wait a minute for the chauffeur to bring the limousine. Once I’m sitting in the back, and we’re heading to the hotel, a smile forms around my lips.
That was everything I needed.
The craving in me has been satisfied. It will help me get through the next six weeks of social events and fundraisers hosted here and in Europe before I can return home and to my role of saving lives.