“I can’t stop thinking about you either,” I whispered and took a step towards her, my earlier anger completely forgotten.

“Stop.” She held out her hand and shook her head. “You don’t understand what you’re saying. I’m technically your mother.”

“No you aren’t,” I vehemently denied. “You’re Isabella. My mother died. There’s no reason we shouldn’t do this.”

“Your father,” she reminded me.

“Isn’t here. And I don’t want to talk about him. I want to talk about us.”

I moved forward so I was standing only a couple of feet in front of her. I didn’t want her to remind me about my father. The only thing I wanted to think about right then was her body touching mine, and the way her pussy would feel wrapped around my aching shaft while her fingers ran over my heated skin.

She pushed her chair back from the table and turned to me. Her eyes were pleading with me, probably to stop, but that wasn’t going to happen because her body was begging me to continue. Her nipples were poking through the flimsy material of her nightgown, her breathing was labored and her legs opened fractionally. This package was way too tempting to deny myself.

I dropped to my knees in front of her and reached under the hem of her nightgown to hook her panties with my index fingers. Before going any further, I glanced up to her face, my eyes silently questioning if I could continue.

She closed her eyes slowly and whispered in a tortured voice, “Yes.”

I wasted no time pulling the damp material down her legs, while she lifted her nightgown up over her head then leaned back after tossing it aside.

Taking her in this close to me and fully naked, I wished there was more light in the room. But even with just the shadows licking across her skin, I could see how truly beautiful she was. Her breasts were full and her nipples pointed. Her belly dipped, and she was bare between her legs. Her thighs trembled slightly as I ran my hands lightly up her calves, heading straight towards her pussy.

I paused, resting my hands on her knees momentarily before pulling her legs apart to expose her naked pussy. I could smell her arousal and my mouth watered. Dipping my head closer, I ran my nose up the seam of her folds.

“Lick it,” she whispered as her hands ran through my hair. “God, Collin. Lick me. Make me come.”

She didn’t have to beg; I was as desperate for a taste of her as she was for me. I parted her lips and took a sweep through her folds with my tongue. Pure fucking honey.

She pushed my head in farther and I licked again, this time not stopping my movements.

“Suck my clit,” she ordered as her fingers showed me just where my mouth should go. I quickly complied and was rewarded when she moaned loudly.

“Finger me too,” she demanded a few moments later, and again I complied, loving how wet she was growing under my attention. She tasted so good, I couldn’t get enough.

She began writhing in the chair, raising her hips as her feet rested on my shoulders. “Make me come, Collin. Make me come all over your face.”

I groaned against her pussy and felt her clench around my fingers when her orgasm hit. I lapped at her juices and gripped her thighs as she tightened her legs around my head.

When she slumped back in her chair, I raised my head and wiped my chin. She gave me a sexy smirk right before she said, “Stand up and drop your pants.”

I jumped up and quickly did what she instructed, so excited that I was finally going to get to come in her presence. I was tired of jacking off to the images in my mind, never having experienced what it was like to actually be with her.

I bit back a curse when she wrapped her soft hands around my hard as nails cock and pumped a few times in succession. Her pink tongue darted out and licked the head making me groan.

It felt so fucking good. Too fucking good. I was afraid it would be over before we even started.

“Suck it, Isabella. Please. Suck my dick,” I pleaded when she didn’t go any further. Regardless of how close to the trigger I was, I needed to feel her mouth wrapped around me.

“Only because you said please,” she teased, right before she sucked me into her hot, wet mouth. She took me in so deep that I had to clench my muscles in an effort not to blow my load right then and there.

I grabbed her on either side of her head, pulled back and then thrust my cock into her mouth again, not at all worried about how rough I was being. I was too in the moment to care. My body was driving my movements, not my brain. She hummed her approval around my shaft as I fucked her face the way I had always dreamed of doing.

All too soon, she pulled back and stood in front of me. Reaching out, she pulled my shirt over my head, trailing her silky hands down my chest.

“You’re beautiful, Collin. I’ve always thought so. Do you know how many times I’ve made myself come while thinking of you?”

“No,” I whispered around the lump of excitement in my throat.

“Too many.” She sat on the edge of the table and grabbed my dick, guiding me to her opening.

Oh shit. This was really fucking happening.

“I want it hard. Can you do that?” she asked me, but I could barely think straight with the way she was rubbing my dick on her clit. It was such a damn tease and so damn hot.

I willed myself to keep control and cleared my head. In answer to her question, I pounded into her all the way to the hilt before pulling out and doing it again. My hands gripped her thighs as I slammed into her repeatedly. I loved the way she cried out as I fucked her as viciously as I could.

Her nails scored my back and her feet dug into my ass. She was like a wildcat beneath me. The sounds of ecstasy she made and the way she moved her hips with mine was fucking unreal. None of the girls I had fucked were ever like this. Isabella was a straight up fantasy.

“That’s it. Fuck, I’m coming!” she shouted, and I thanked God she did because I was right behind her—coming hard and deep inside her perfect pussy.

Still connected to her, I slumped my body into hers and attempted to even out my breathing. I didn’t have much experience, but I knew that had been spectacular. And the fact that I made her come made me feel like a king.

“Shit, we didn’t use a condom,” I noted when I finally pulled out of her. That was the one thing I always made sure I did when I slept with girls. My dad had drilled it into my head from the time I hit puberty.

“It’s okay,” she said breathlessly before sitting up. “I’m on the pill.”

“Okay.” I shrugged. Who was I to complain? That shit felt way better going bareback.

“Thank you, Collin.” She kissed me chastely on the lips, so I reached out and pulled her flush against me before kissing her deeper.

My body came back to life during that kiss, and I pressed the evidence of my arousal against her belly.

“Come. We’ll shower together and see what we can do about your not so little problem.” She stroked my said problem before hightailing it upstairs. I followed her like an obedient puppy, my cock leading the way.

THREE

I was in the middle of a really hot dream. Isabella was bent over the couch; her pussy lips were wet and swollen, begging for attention. I stood behind her, slowly rubbing my cock as I stared at her.

“Please, Collin,” she begged with a glance over her shoulder. “I need your monster dick in my pussy. Now.”

“Tell me what I want to hear,” I teased her. She knew what she had to tell me if she wanted me inside her. It was the only way to get her to admit her feelings.

“Please,” she tried again instead of giving me what I needed to hear.

I closed the distance between us and ran my finger through her wetness up to her asshole. I applied pressure there, watching as her muscles relaxed and slowly allowed my finger to dip inside. Fuck, she was so tight and hot there. Pre-cum leaked from the tip of my cock. I wanted to fuck her there so badly.