Brad came up behind her, grabbed her elbow, and whirled her around. “No, you’re not.”
This wasn’t working. She needed another tactic. “What’s the matter, Brad? Afraid you can’t keep me safe at work? Or you’re just afraid period?”
It was a low blow, but she had to try anything, or she’d be in an asylum by the end of the week.
His faced turned dark, and his sensual lips turned up at the corners. “Sweetheart, digs like that will just get you tied to the bed.”
“And the moment I’m free I will leave, and you will never see me again,” she stated hotly.
He still held her upper arm and while his jaw seemed to pop on the side, his eyes turned a frosty shade of blue.
“What’s going on here,” asked Dale as he walked up next to them.
“Isabel is under the delusion that she’s going to work today,” Brad said, glaring at Isabel.
“And Brad is a controlling fool who thinks I’m supposed to be tied to the bed until the killer’s caught. But I have news for you, boys. I have a business to run. I am not here just for your sex games.”
Brad’s nostrils flared. He was furious, and with each breath Isabel took, her nipples brushed against his steel chest.
“Brad, she’s right. Her business will suffer without her. She’ll be safe as long as you stay by her side.”
Oh, thank heavens. Dale was the voice of reason. Her chin lifted a notch, and she couldn’t help the tiny tilt of her lips.
No one said a word. Then suddenly, Brad released her arm and stepped back. “Fine. Get your things. But if I lose sight of you for one second, your ass is tied to your bed.”
Happy with her small victory, Isabel decided not to argue. She gave Dale a quick kiss on the cheek, grabbed her duffel bag, and headed to the garage. Brad might be in a sour mood all day, but she was going back to work, determined not to let the arrogant jerk ruin her day.
Chapter Twelve
Few people surprised Brad. He’d met just about every type of personality from the streets of Chicago to his swingers club. But Isabel continued to stump him. She was passionate and intelligent, sweet and argumentative. And now she sacrificed her comfort for the sake of her students.
She didn’t need to tell him, but it was obvious her face hurt. The way she flinched or squinted was subtle, but he saw it. Yet she didn’t complain or ask for help. She barreled through, answering questions, nursing someone else’s injury, and comforting those who were nervous. And when she yelled, everyone listened. He was impressed.
The only time she came near him was when they ate a silent lunch together. Otherwise, she kept her distance but made sure to stay where he could keep an eye on her. He watched the way she strutted in high heels across the large dance floor and how her arms rose over her head, lifting her perfect tits. He couldn’t help but stare when her hair, up in a ponytail, swung in the air with ever spin she took.
His dick had been hard since he saw her in the kitchen this morning. He’d pictured himself taking her in every corner of this studio, which had been worse for his boner. But she was hurt. He couldn’t be selfish. So he was mute all the way back to the house. Let her think it was about her going to work today. Because if he tried to explain his explosive temper, he’d do it by ripping her clothes off and fucking her until she screamed.
“I’m sore, so I’ll be in the hot tub,” he heard Isabel say off-handedly as she practically skipped to her bedroom.
Fuck, now he had to see her in a bathing suit? He walked to the bar off to the side of the kitchen and was pouring his second glass of brandy when Dale walked out of their office.
“Oh, hey. I’ll take the shift at the club tonight. Where’s Isabel?”
In a true display of perfect timing and a total tease, Isabel waltzed out, wearing the tiniest white bikini he’d ever seen. The thing barely covered her chest. Actually, he was pretty certain it was meant to just cover her nipples with little white triangles. The bottom scooped in the front, tied at the sides and, when she passed them and aimed for the pool, revealed her ass in a skimpy thong.
“Fuck,” Dale grumbled.
Brad finished his drink and slammed the glass back on the tile-topped bar. “Get the stuff,” he muttered to Dale, knowing his friend would know he meant their lubes, toys, and condoms.
He stripped off his clothes as he walked toward the patio. He could see Isabel test the bubbling waters with her toes, then slowly wade in.
The sun had begun to set, and the smell of salt in the air did little to disguise Isabel’s fruity perfume. She dunked her head underwater just as Brad opened the door and stepped outside. A light warm breeze curled over his naked skin. He stepped closer, his cock a stiff rod pulsating for release. Isabel’s head popped out of the water and when she caught sight of him, her mouth dropped open.
He stood by the tub’s edge watching her, his heavenly she-devil, angelic and wanton. He ached to both protect her and to stuff every hole with his cock. Her pink mouth trembled, but her piercing eyes lowered to his erection. And when her tongue snuck out to lick her lips, he took his first step into the hot water.
Brad went to her slowly, knowing he wanted to fuck his princess for hours. She scooted back on the bench, her tits bobbing out of the water just enough that he saw her budding nipples pressing against the white triangles. With one hand, he grabbed the back of her hair and pulled so she’d look up at him. Her mouth opened, waiting for his. Her tits pressed against him.
“You were angry with me today,” he told her hoarsely.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Because I want you safe?”
“Because you want to control me.”
He grinned, watching her lips. “You’ve fought us since the first day we spoke. You had a small victory today, going to work. But now you pay the price.”
He released her hair, grabbed her waist, and pulled her out of the water to sit on the edge. He pushed her knees apart and stood between her thighs. She was breathing heavily, thrusting those delicious nipples in the air at him.
“Tonight you’ll beg for me to fuck your pussy. I will drive you so crazy, you’ll swear to do what I tell you from now on.”
Her eyes went wild with desire and her body trembled, but he knew she’d fight him. “No. I won’t,” she said in a proud voice, and his heart palpitated for this woman.
With the strings of her bikini top and bottom in his fingers, he pulled until the material collapsed, revealing rock-hard peaks.
“You want to be fucked, don’t you?” he asked quietly, surprised he sounded so calm when every muscle in his body strained and ripped.
Hearing her heavy breathing in response, Brad lowered his head and gave a nipple one long flat lick, seeing the goose bumps cover her wet flesh. She whimpered, and he took the areola into his mouth and sucked, flicking his tongue over her peak. He took her mounds in his hands and kneaded them until she groaned with pleasure. He moved to the other nipple, nibbling and biting while she gasped and breathed faster and faster. Her thighs squeezed, pulling him closer.
“Easy, princess. I’ve only just begun,” he murmured, his face between her luscious tits.
He heard Dale step around the tub. “Take Dale’s dick in your mouth and suck him,” he ordered her.
Brad heard Dale grunt and looked up to see Isabel’s mouth around Dale’s shaft.
Brad pulled Isabel’s hips closer and spread her glistening labia open with the pads of his thumbs, groaning when he eyed the sweet essence sliding out from her cunt. Tongue flat, he licked her red entrance, sticky wet and sugary. Oh, yes. Moving higher, he flicked her clit with his tongue and watched it swell, peeking out from behind the guarding folds, then sucked it hard. Isabel jerked and moaned, her slurpy blow job muffling her sounds.
“Isabel, you know how I like it,” groaned Dale.
Needing a better taste of her, Brad dipped his tongue in her pussy, diving, probing, licking her fluttering walls. Her juice flowed quickly, and her spongy muscles
quivered. Damn, but this woman came to life fast. Her thighs jerked and jumped on either side of his head, and he upped the ante. He half hummed, half groaned, and Isabel cried out around her mouth full of cock.
Her fingers buried in his hair, and Brad decided to insert his middle finger inside her dripping pussy. Palm up, he flicked his digit against her drenched walls, moving against the suction of her cunt. Isabel bucked her hips and pulled his head closer to her.
“Oh, yeah, you like that, princess,” he teased roughly.
Hearing her moans and deep throat sounds, he flicked her clit quickly, playing with the sensitive nub. He fingered her, loving the squishy sounds she made for him. She was nearing her climax, and he wanted nothing more than to feel her come in his mouth. But not wanting her to be too numb to beg for his dick, he backed off, loving her sounds of disappointment.
“You want me to fuck your pussy?” he asked, getting back to his feet.
His exotic vixen moaned in return. Her mouth dripped, wet from her blowjob, and Dale looked ready to burst. She was persistent. He liked that.
“On the lounger. Get on your hands and knees.”
Her eyes darkened to such raw animalism, it was a feat just to get out of the hot tub, the cooler air beating against his painfully engorged rod. The woman was killing him with her powerful sex appeal and love of their threesome.
He picked up the black duffel bag Dale used to carry their lubes, toys, and protection, and waited for Isabel to take her position. Dale eyed him, and he nodded to him to again take his place by her head.
Dale knew him enough to know he’d get his turn. Right now, it was Brad’s. Isabel’s wet body glimmered with the soft glow of the pool lights. Water droplets rolled down her calves, and her soaked hair stuck to her arms and back. Her spine arched, and she welcomed Dale’s engorged dick into her mouth.
Brad located the numbing anal lube, and with a large amount on his thumb, he began circling Isabel’s tight portal. She jumped a little, noticing the warm gel, and Brad knew she’d get nervous. He brought his tongue to her slit and licked her cunt while pressing her passage open.
Isabel dripped sticky nectar down her lips to his. He groaned and laved every drop she fed him, savoring her sweet flavor. He was pretty sure he was spurting his own cream, but he wanted to hear her scream tonight before he satisfied himself. With that thought, he pushed harder and found the plug. He replaced his digit with the toy and twisted it gently into her tight ring, stretching it slowly.
“Dale, we’ll be fucking her tight ass tonight,” he said, more for Isabel than to his friend.
Her reaction was to throw her hips back so Brad could push the plug farther inside. He was surprised again today, by her passion, her strength. The toy popped in past her tight ring, and Isabel groaned, rocking her hips. Brad was relieved he didn’t cause her the pain she experienced in his office the first time they used a plug.
On his feet, he began pushing the cone-shaped toy in and out of her clenched channel, every inch widening her muscles to accommodate his large girth. Not able to stand another moment without seeing his cock stretching her mouth open, he glanced at Dale.
“She’s yours,” he told Dale, wanting to watch her handle Dale from behind.
Brad took Dale’s place, knowing Isabel’s gaze followed his every move.
He brought his dick right to her mouth. “Take it,” he told her.
* * * *
Dale pulled a condom on, the sight of her little ass slick with lube up in the air for him making his balls stiffen. Holding his dick in place, he pulled the plug out, and plunged into her virgin channel, so tight it strangled his cock.
“Oh, God,” Isabel shouted, dropping her face against the blue pillow, every muscle tight and trembling.
Dale closed his eyes and savored every inch of squeezing ridges that massaged his throbbing shaft. He gripped her hips and drove farther in, groaning, falling into a sea of fire that threatened to drown him. Torrents of molten lava coursed through his veins. His skin caught on fire.
“Fuck, you’re tight, Isabel,” he managed to grit through his grinding jaw.
He took a deep breath and began moving in and out, thrusting his hips forward. His head dropped back, and he reveled in the knowledge he was her first in the forbidden channel.
She threw him a glance over her shoulder, her eyes smoldering with ecstasy, a pleasure so intense he swelled with pride knowing he provoked it.
“Oh, yeah, fuck me,” Isabel shouted, throwing her head back and slamming her ass against his hips.
“As soon as I see you suck that dick, Isabel, I’ll fuck you as hard as you want me to.”
Isabel wrapped her hand around Brad’s rod, and it disappeared into her mouth. Brad drew a sharp breath while Isabel sucked him like a starving nympho.
Satisfied, Dale fulfilled his promise. His dick stretched the tightest walls. Faster and faster, he slapped her swollen pussy lips with his balls.
She possessed the finest ass, the sweetest essence. He flexed his hips, her ridges massaging his cock, milking him. It was the essence of ménage, plunging into the forbidden, claiming another hole.
He pounded inside her, his dick promising it wouldn’t last. She tilted her hips down and he rammed her even harder.
“Dale, the vibrator,” Brad reminded him and Dale grinded his teeth together so hard he thought his jaw popped. It was a fucking feat to do anything but pour himself inside her, but he couldn’t ignore what Brad had promised.
Dale grabbed the small vibrator by Isabel’s leg, switched it on low, and pressed it against her exposed clit.
Chapter Thirteen
Every nerve in Isabel’s body jerked in rippling spasms. Her fingers curled around the edges of the lounger. Warm beads of sweat trickled down her flushed face and fell on the lounge chair. She still tasted Brad’s salty pre-cum she’d sucked out of his pulsating cock. Nighttime humidity cloaked her. It was sizzling hot. But all she knew was the urgency in her pussy to be fucked by Brad and Dale.
The vibrator buzzed around her screaming clit, breaking her down, tearing her apart. In carnal instinct, her hips bucked, looking for a dick to finally drive into her cunt.
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned, squeezing her eyes shut.
She couldn’t remember what Brad had told her in the hot tub. Something about her begging. Fuck, it’s so hot. Her ass burned and stretched. Her pussy dripped.
“No more vibrator. Just enough to make you beg,” Dale taunted as the zapping stopped.
She had to come, and she was realizing that him fucking her ass alone wouldn’t do it. Damn, it’s hot out tonight.
She’d beg. She’d plead, whatever it took, but she knew they controlled her. They owned her.
“Please,” she moaned, trembling.
“Say it,” Dale ordered.
“Oh, please. Fuck my pussy. Take me.”
Dale pulled out and she heard the sounds of a condom coming off. A moment later, her pussy opened to welcome her master. She cried out in relief, her cunt pulsating around the cock pummeling her. He pounded against her thin cervix, setting off a violent orgasm. She screamed and cried out incoherent little nothings.
Dale wasn’t finished. He continued to take her with wild abandonment, savage, rough. Her body was his, her climax, the rush of warm sticky juice, it was his and because of him.
Oh, she needed something. Her mouth opened wide for Brad. Her hand grabbed his testicles, and she sucked him as hard as Dale fucked her.
It was so hot she couldn’t catch her breath. Her skin burned, the sweat continued to drip. Her pussy smacked wet with each thrust of Dale’s hips against her. She moaned, sliding her lips back and forth over the rod that filled her mouth.
The men pumped into her, harder, faster. She couldn’t get enough. Flames burned in her veins. Cells vibrated and fibers snapped. Everything burned and collided.
Dale played with her. He pulled every inch of his cock out, except for the huge head. He barely pushed it in and out,
toying with her. Her pussy was so empty it ached to be stuffed, to be stretched.
She was begging him. She could barely make out her words. “I need. You. Inside me. Please!”
When he slammed against her cervix, another orgasm erupted. She buried her hot face on the cool pillow and screamed. Cream gushed out her slit and something swelled. Something exploded. She didn’t know what, she was now a million pieces of herself.
“Turn around,” she thought she heard.
Large warm hands turned her over. She was now lying face up against Dale’s chest while he sat back on the lounger, his feet on the floor for support. He played with her tits, rolling her nipples in his calloused fingers. The friction sent waves across her belly, and she moaned, turning her face toward his sweaty, muscled chest.
“It’s my turn, princess,” warned Brad.
At his announcement, she gazed at Brad standing before her, in awe of his body as she watched him pull the condom on his heavy organ. He was majestic—tall, muscular, a warrior ready to destroy, to conquer. Her pussy quivered at the sheer size and power of him.
He rested one knee on the end of the lounger and gripped the back of Isabel’s knees, bringing her closer. Slowly and enticingly, he spread her thighs apart, then pushed his long, fat cock into her ass.
“Oh, yes.”
His gaze challenged her to watch him, to watch the pleasure he took, the ecstasy he gave.
He filled her, every inch, and Isabel sucked in her breath. The sensations were wild, the level of sensitivity so heightened he had to barely drive forward for her orgasm to build again.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” whispered Dale in her ear before curling his tongue inside.
“Oh, yes, sí,” she replied, goose bumps marching across her skin.
Brad pumped hard, stretching and burning her channel.
“Touch yourself,” Brad ordered.
What? Now? She was suddenly shy. What was she supposed to do? They’d watch her. But he obviously wasn’t waiting. Dale covered her hand and guided it to her plump lips. Hesitantly, she fingered first her clit, which was almost painful from her last orgasm, then her pussy.
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