by Kylie Parker
Their gazes locked for several seconds. It was at that moment that Isabelle realized just how happy and relieved Dean was. He looked peaceful and tranquil as if he did not care about anything else in this world other than her.
“God, I’ve missed you, Dean…” she sighed.
“I love you so much…” she continued, but she did not allow him to speak. Instead, she pressed her lips against his. His cock was now fully erect; Isabelle rubbed her clit on his massive balls. His hands finally reached her big, gorgeous ass. Dean had squeezed her butt cheeks before Isabelle ended their kiss to let out a long sigh of pleasure. His hands pulled her entire body slightly upwards.
“My God…He feels so good on my clit. I’d almost forgotten how big he was…
Isabelle pressed her crotch against his immense manhood. She wanted to feel every inch of his throbbing cock on her body. His hands continued to fondle the tender flesh of her ass: Every few seconds, Dean would grab, squeeze or gently pinch her butt cheeks. The warm water tickled her pussy. It was a welcome surprise. But, Isabelle was desperate to feel him deep inside her.
“Fuck me…” She ordered him, ending their kiss. In a second, Dean took his right hand off her ass and led his big, hard cock to her entrance.
“Oh, my God…” Isabelle sighed. With her eyes closed, she tilted her head back and placed both hands on his chest. Dean’s penetration was deep. He pushed his cock deeper and deeper until he filled her up. Then, he wrapped his huge arms around her back and pulled her down, onto him. He ran his fingertips across her back until they reached her sexy ass. Adding to his pleasure, Isabelle angled her lips again for yet another sloppy kiss. Such was Dean’s arousal that his pace was not slow at all. It was fast, right from the start. Isabelle’s hard nipples were rubbing against his chest. In seconds, she felt his left hand on her head. He ran his fingers through her hair twice and put it back on her ass. Squeezing it hard, he quickened his pace. Isabelle took her lips off his hot mouth.
“That’s it, baby, yeah, pound me…” she moaned in his left ear.
“God, your pussy is so wet…” Dean groaned, gently slapping her left butt cheek. His cock reached her outer rim. He then went on to tighten his grip on her ass. Isabelle sensed her orgasm was close. She tilted her head back, offering a good view of her delicious, C cups. Dean did not need any motivation to take her tits in his hands. He grabbed them and squeezed them hard, pinching her nipples with his thumbs and index fingers.
“I’m cumming, baby…” Isabelle moaned, louder this time.
“Cum with me…” Dean wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her down, pressing his body against hers. She could feel the heat in his breath as he breathed hard down her neck. Within seconds, Isabelle’s body shook violently, as she came in spasms of orgasmic pleasure. Pussy juices were flowing down her thighs. She opened her eyes and urged him.
“Um, oh…Don’t pull out. Keep fucking me…Come on, fuck me!” She screamed. Five seconds later, with his hands squeezing her ass again, a massive surge of semen shot out of Dean’s rock-hard cock, flooding her pussy. Isabelle collapsed onto him, exhausted and panting.
Chapter Thirty-Five
“Did you really go through all that trouble, just to win me back?” Laying her head on his chest, Isabelle thought she should tease him; she already knew the answer to her question. Dean looked down at her, on his left.
“Yep. And I’d do it again in a heartbeat,” he murmured.
“You would?”
“Yeah. Are you done with the third degree?” Obviously, Dean did not like her persistence.
“Oh, come on, you brute. I was just teasing you…” Isabelle smiled at him, rubbing her left hand on his abdomen.
“I got one question…” Dean raised his right index finger in the air, drawing Isabelle’s attention.
“What’s that?” she asked, but preferred to kiss his chest gently, instead of looking up at him again.
“Can I call Monica ‘Ms. Legs’?” He lowered his voice. Isabelle had tasted her own medicine, and she did not like it at all. She pinched his stomach hard with her thumb and index finger before she bit him in the chest.
“Ouch! Hey, that hurt!” Dean protested.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you!” he went on. Isabelle obliged him. But, instead of an angry look in his eyes, Dean looked calmer and peaceful than ever.
“I love you, too…” he whispered. Isabelle put her left hand on his chest to support her weight, leaned forward and gave him a sweet, soft kiss.
The young woman had been through hell over the last few months. Her relationship with Dean had not lasted more than a few days, but it was enough time for him to rock her world. The big, heroic man had a dark side, but he also had a very sensitive side. Deep down, the young flight attendant knew that she had found what she had always been looking for. At long last, Isabelle and Dean were back together. This time, she would not let him slip through her fingers…
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 2
Chapter One
This is my life, and it’s a good one. It’s a simple life. Well, simple for a business man, I suppose. My name is James Mont, and I consider myself to be an exceptional human being. I don’t necessarily mean that I am a crazy nice guy or anything like that; I just mean I’m exceptional. You can call it vanity if you want, but I know it’s true. Although I believe there is a fine line between vanity and just having greatness.
You can call it narcissism if you really want to, but for me, I just know I’m that man women want and that man that other men want to be. This is true for a number of reasons. One, I am a multi-billionaire who really does not do much to maintain that status. My business was inherited, and in the past year alone I have tripled our annual income. I live extravagantly, and sometimes I live lazily because I can. I own a dietary supplement line, and they sell like hot cakes; we cater to both men and women athletes. Second reason, I am fit. As the CEO of a large corporation that promotes healthy living, I have to stay fit. Honestly, I do more work out in gyms than I do working in the office, but it's okay because I love working out. I am fine looking, and I know it. Rich, fit, confident –who wouldn’t want to be me? And throw all those things together and you get the third reason why I am one to be envied: women love me. Even this bitch: Éclair Beauchene, and yes, that’s French.
Éclair is my business rival, owning the second largest dietary supplement line in the nation right behind me. While she’s definitely got me beat on a world-wide scale, I have the numbers within the states where my fellow American’s eat up stupid stuff like steroids and vitamins. My business, I like to remind her, has much greater successes. Despite being my rival, Éclair is my favorite little Fuck Buddy, and she is more than happy to be so despite our differences in the business world. Looking back, I’m not really sure how that happened. There was always a sexual tension between us whenever we would try to strike a deal: we were always buying up each other’s old factories or trying to trade and buy ingredients to various products, and we had always wound up in heated discussions that often involved shouting matches. One evening in her office we really had gotten into it, and then all of a sudden we weren’t yelling anymore and had started making out.
There is no denying that Éclair and I have an unusual relationship. It’s just for the sex, and we are both pleased to keep it that way. We’re both athletes and CEO’s –an unusual combination, but it works for both of us. Our relationship, apart from the physical aspect, is one of intellect –quite different from most of the women I run with. Right now we are in my flat in LA, the bedroom, of course, because where else would we be?
It had been Éclair’s idea to put a mirror on my ceiling; she had been joking, of course, but it is turning out to be one of the best things I’ve done for myself in a considerable amount of time. We’re on top of the blankets, and I’m lying on my back as she straddles me. I’m not sure whether to look at her breasts or stare up at the mirror on the ceiling at her backside. I find my
eyes jumping back and forth between the two. She is the kind of woman who likes to be in control, but every once in a while she surprises me. “Veux-tu esayer l’amour en levrette?” she asks in the middle of a pant, and I have no idea what she is saying. She knows I love the French thing.
“Oui,” I say, and she hurries off of me and proceeds to prop herself up on her hands and knees. “Oh! Oui!” I say and get on my knees behind her and press myself into her vagina.
“Oui! Plus vite!” she shouts, and I speed up as I wrap my arms around her front side to pull myself further into her with each thrust. “James!” she shrieks. I hold her around her waist with one hand and play with her breasts with the other. She drops down further, lifting her backside up higher towards me with her forearms on the bed.
We both enjoy pushing our bodies to the breaking point. It’s the athletes in us that makes this all the more fun. She moves with me, and I swear she is going to break my pelvis from the fierce movements. She stretches out her arms and lifts one of her legs, and in one swift movement, she flips over with me still inside her –creating a tingling sensation I have not felt before. The human body is not meant to move like that, but she manages. I’m on top of her nose, staring down at her. A part of me wonders if she is staring at my bare ass in the mirror above us the way I had been doing with her. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, forcing me down on top of her.
She is so wet we might as well be doing this in the hot tub –which we have done before, but this is just as sexy. I press my mouth against her, stifling both of our groans. She is in a kinkier mood than usual; she wants it bad. It like we’re still fighting even when we’re having sex; the intense aggression makes me think she is pissed off about something and is taking it out on my body. Not that I mind. I like it when Éclair gets feisty. She puts her tongue in my mouth; I swear, it’s like she’s trying to choke me with it. Something is definitely up with her tonight.
Our lips part, and I am able to raise my head up just enough to see her face. Her eyes are shut tight, and she is gritting her teeth. Her long, blonde hair is spread out in all directions. Her adorable button nose that I often make fun of (but secretly find attractive), is scrunched up. I can see her abs flex with each of my movements as she experiences a long-winded orgasm. I lean down and bite her neck –harder than I intended, but I know she loves it when she’s in one of these wild moods. I move up her neck towards her ear, and I whisper with a warm breath that makes her shutter, “Come on, Éclair, let me hear you…” I know she is holding back a scream; she does not like to give me a big head, but I can see it in her face as her cheeks turn red from holding her breath.
“Oh God!” her cry is loud and high pitched, and it only turns me even more. “Oh God! Oh God!” she’s really going now. Her screams grow louder as do her groans. “James! Oh, God, James!” Her body twitches as though she had just been electrocuted and shock waves are rushing through her veins. She opens her eyes for just a second, and I can see those weird as hell purple eyes of hers. She has something called Alexandra Genesis –it’s some freaky genetic thing that makes her eyes that awesome shade, and it also prevents her from growing any hair downstairs. I’m not complaining; I prefer a clean shaved woman. I love those purple eyes, though. She’s still groaning; she shuts her eyes again and bites her bottom lip.
I explode inside of her which normally gets her pretty pissed off, but she’s so damn horny today I don’t think she minds. To prevent her from giving me hell about it, I help her keep her erotic high by stimulating her with my still hard cock and, once the big guy starts to calm down; I continue rubbing her with my fingers until she seems almost dead from the intense pleasure. She falls asleep which is against the rules –our unusual set of rules we have to keep things from getting too serious. I don’t mind, though. I throw a sheet over us both, and she, in a sleepy daze, lays her head on my chest.
Chapter Two
I slowly blink my eyes open. That was one hell of a night. Nights with Éclair are always crazy like that, though, although last night had certainly been exceptional. I roll over, my eyes squinted as I search for her amongst she sheets. She’s not in bed, and I frown. I had thought I would actually wake up next to her for once, but clearly I was wrong. She probably left in the middle of the night. I am still wearing a dissatisfied frown as I sit up slowly. “Don’t look so disappointed.” I hear Éclair’s voice as she enters my bedroom. She’s wearing my white button up, and I don’t think she’s wearing much else. She is a damn tease sometimes.
She has two cups of coffee, “I hope you don’t mind, but I helped myself to your kitchen this morning.” She hands me a cup.
“Thanks,” I say and take a sip. I grimace slightly; it’s that nasty coffee I keep in my apartment for her that I only pretend to enjoy. I place the coffee cup down on my nightstand, and she does the same with hers. She sits down on the side of my bed and props a leg up, and I see that she definitely is not wearing any underwear. I cannot help myself.
I reach towards her to touch her inner thigh, but she puts her leg down and waves a finger in my face. “Not now, James.”
She really is a tease. “Awe, sweetheart, you are playing with me.” I say, “And you and I both know you’d be more than happy to have at it again.”
Éclair laughs at me. “You wish.”
I reach for her quicker this time, and I manage to grab her shoulders and playfully force her down on her back as I scurry out from under the blankets. I get on top of her, her legs hanging off the side of the bed. My cock is rested on her stomach. “You certainly sounded like you were having fun last night,” I say and lean down to kiss her neck.
“Darling, I have business to attend to.” She says and touches my chest with the tips of her fingers. “As do you, I am sure.”
“It can wait,” I say and rush to unbutton the top she threw on. No bra either. Fantastic. I cup one of her breasts in my hand and play with her nipple with my tongue.
“I want to talk to you about my business offer.” She says, and my erection disappears faster than if she had told me to visualize my own grandmother.
“Ugh.” I grumble and roll off of her, “Why do you always do that?” I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling.
She laughs and sits up, my white button up still draped on her shoulders. “Your company is only doing well in the states. It’s not worth as much as you think. I am willing to purchase it for-”
“No.” I snap. “I told you, I’m not selling. And we’re doing just fine, thanks. Our sales have you beat in the states anyways.”
“You’re thinking too small.” Éclair says and then suddenly throws herself on top of me, “How much? You tell me what you would sell it for.”
“It’s not for sale.” I say again, “And we’re done here. Get off me.”
Éclair huffs and jumps off of me. She stands, “I’m not so easily ignored, James. You know this, don’t you?”
“Believe me, I know. You’ve been barking up that tree ever since we first met.” I stand and locate my underwear and pants. I’m not going to walk around completely naked while she talks numbers and stocks. “You’re relentless. You’re not buying me out, Éclair.”
“Of course, I am.” Éclair says, “One day, you will see the light, but in the meantime, I have made pancakes.”
“No, you didn’t,” I say.
“I am more than just a pretty face,” Éclair says and trots into the kitchen, and I follow.
She really did make pancakes… from scratch… and they’re blueberry. “Damn.” I say, “I guess you really did enjoy yourself last night if I’m getting pancakes.”
“Last night was… fun.” She says.
“I knew it.”
“Don’t push it, darling.” She makes herself a plate, and she dips her finger into some syrup and reaches towards me, placing her finger on my tongue. I suck on her finger, and she slowly pulls her finger out of my mouth. My erection is back. “What do you think?” she asks. “I
made the syrup myself.”
“Seriously?” I ask, licking my lips, really enjoying the blueberry taste that is in the syrup as well as the pancakes. I make myself a plate also. “Who knew you could cook?”
“I am French.” She says, “Of course I can cook!”
We eat, and about halfway through our breakfast I am practically begging her to get back to the bedroom. She smiles and touches my bare chest, “Finish your breakfast.” She stands and comes behind me as I am seated. She leans on my back and reaches her hands around to stroke my chest as well as the outside of my pants. “I’ll be right back,” she whispers in my ear and departs to the bedroom
Damn that woman! I start to wonder if perhaps she has an outfit or something packed that I did not know about last night. She returns to the kitchen, and I am gravely disappointed to see that she has gotten dressed and ready for work. “Awe, come on, Éclair!” I snap, not at all appreciating the tease.
“What can I say?” she laughs, “I have to work. So unless you want to talk to me about selling your company, I am not sticking around.”
“You know,” I say, “Have you ever considered that the two of us would make a good team if we merged?”
“Ha!” she laughs, “I do not do partnerships.” She jokingly jabs me in the arm.
“Fine.” I say, “So tell me, are you free tonight?”
“Feisty, aren’t we?” Éclair laughs, “No, I have a date this evening.”
I roll my eyes, “Who’s the lucky guy?”
“Some fool my sister is trying to set me up with. We will see how it goes.” Éclair huffs and hurries out the door.
I shake my head. She is certainly one of a kind. I stuff my face full of blueberry pancakes as I muse about this wonderfully insane woman, Éclair.
Chapter Three
