I could feel the orgasm building—feel my moans as they escaped through my parted lips. It was like another world where all I could feel was my pleasure heightening, his fingers digging into my skin, and his tongue taking me closer to the edge.

I fell into the orgasm, giving myself over to it as it took hold of my body. Isaac held me tighter, moving his hands to cup my ass. He guided me through it, prolonging it, keeping his tongue pulsing against my clit until I could barely breathe anymore.

When my hips finally stilled, he pulled back. His hands stroked down my legs as he pulled away to standing. I threw my arm over my eyes as I struggled to catch my breath, but I heard the sound of a buckle undoing.

Peeking out, I watched as Isaac undid his pants and pulled down his boxers, freeing his cock. It was long and thick with a large vein pulsing down the side. Another bolt of desire shot through me, humming through my bloodstream.

I pointed to the nightstand before he could ask for a condom. With a low chuckle, he rounded the bed and opened the second drawer I was motioning to. He plucked out the unopened box and tore apart the packaging, then pulled a condom out of the box. He tossed the box back in the drawer and brought the foil package to his teeth before he tore the edge of it off.

My mouth went dry as I stared at him. He reached down and sealed the condom over the head of his cock, slowly rolling it to the very base.

I swallowed hard.

Isaac pushed my right knee toward my left one so my body almost rolled to the side. “Flip over. Now.”

Oh, God, he was really doing this.

I did as he said, rolling over onto my belly with a bit of a flop.

“On your knees.”

Again, I did it. My arms were shaking and unsteady, so I propped myself up on my elbows as he palmed my ass cheeks. He gripped the left one tightly, exposing my pussy to him, and he pushed the tip of his cock against me.

I arched my back so my hips tilted. He eased into me, flattening his hand against the small of my back. I moaned instantly; it felt so fucking good, better than I’d imagined it.

He moved his hips slowly, back and forth until I dropped my head down with another low moan. Each stroke of his cock sent me wild, but it was when he grabbed my hips and started fucking me properly that heat spread all over my body.

It was hard and ruthless, totally merciless, from the way he held onto my hips to the way he pounded inside me. Thrust after thrust drew moan after moan, and I pressed my forehead into the mattress.

He stilled, buried inside me, and leaned over me. His hands were hot as they glided over my sweaty skin to grasp my hair. He gathered my curls in one hand, twisted, and yanked my head back up.