After a couple of minutes of pacing and mumbling, she turned to me and floored me with how well she knew me. “I…I’ll move in with you, Julian.” I went to open my mouth, but her hand came up in a stop motion. “I’ll move in with you, but I am still going to work at Willshire and there will be no driver or bodyguards.”
I was already shaking my head at her before she even finished her demands. “Fuck. No.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “No driver and no bodyguards,” she insisted, again.
God, how I wanted to impose my will upon her, but I knew I needed to work this negotiation delicately. “No bodyguards, but you get a driver, Dove.”
“No,” she fired back.
I guess it was out with the heavy guns again. “You either concede to a driver or I will take a leave of absence from SMA and I will spend my days glued to your fucking side. You won’t be able to even take a piss without me lifting your skirt,” I threatened.
Her eyes rounded to the size of saucers. “You wou-”
“I wouldn’t? Is that what you were going to say, Isabella? Because, believe me, I would and will, if you don’t grant me this one concession.”
“One concession? I’m already moving in with you!” she pointed out.
Okay, she’s got me there, but still…
“Julian…”
“Give in gracefully, Isabella. You are not going to win this one,” I assured her.
She dropped her face in her hands and the frustration in her broke my heart. I stepped to her and taking her into my arms, I sat us, both, on the couch. Holding her in my lap, I did my best to give her back some sense of free will. “Isabella, I have no doubt you can take care of yourself. I’m not questioning your judgment or your ability to make strong, rational decisions. But, baby, I will lose my fucking mind if I have to spend my days thinking someone might hurt you.”
I felt her sag against me. Was I being manipulative? Maybe. But that didn’t make what I was saying any less true. I loved Isabella to distraction and I couldn’t live if anything happened to her.
She was quiet for a few seconds before she spoke, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it as soon as I got the first bouquet.”
I didn’t say anything. I just nodded. I really didn’t blame her. I knew I was a borderline crazy and I couldn’t fault her nervousness in telling me bad news.
I finally spoke, “Would it help if I made Nick and Chase get Avery and Quinn drivers, too?”
She let out a soft, little laugh. “You guys all work at the same place, Julian.”
I straddled her across my lap. “True, but we all don’t arrive and leave at the same time,” I pointed out. “And I’m sure once Nick and Chase find out about the flowers, they’ll insist on a driver for the girls anyways.”
I almost shouted out Hallelujah when she smiled at me. “No bodyguards,” she conceded.
I still wanted to demand she have a security guard at Willshire walk her to and from her office when she arrived and when she left, but I thought it was best to take my winnings and go. Isabella might be the sweet one out of the trio, but she was, by no means, a doormat.
I nodded, letting her think she won. “Deal.”
She nodded back, letting me know she knew she hadn’t won. “Deal.”
I wrapped my arms around her waist. “What did you do with the flowers?”
“I threw them in the dumpster at work. And the ones I got today, I threw in the trash outside.”
“I want you to keep the next one you get…”
She looked shocked. “Why?”
“Fingerprints,” I clarified.
“Julian, it’s just some flowers…”
I could feel my blood heating again. “It’s not just some fucking flowers, Isabella!”
And they weren’t.
Those ‘just flowers’ represented a very real threat to my sanity.
Chapter 6
Gluttony: Because there’s still so much more to feast on!
Julian~
Isabella started rubbing her hands up and around my chest, shoulders and neck. “Julian, I don’t want to fight about this anymore.”
Truthfully, I didn’t want to either. I just wanted her safe. And I wanted to rip apart the man who dared think he could take Isabella from me.
No person in the world would ever walk away unscathed if they tried to come between Isabella and me. I leaned into her and started nipping at her collarbone. “Then make me think of something else, Dove,” I suggested.
She let out a breathy moan and brought her hands up and in my hair. “Would me wrapping my lips around your cock do it?”
God, I loved the filthy things that came out of her mouth. They were just so unexpected when she had the face of an angel. “Which lips, baby?”
She had the look of the cat that ate the canary. “I want to taste you, Julian. I want to suck your dick until you decide where you want to cum.”
I groaned. I leaned back against the couch, and throwing my arms up and across the backrest, I spread my legs wide until she fit between them.
I watched, with the focus of a hawk, as she undid my jeans. I lifted my ass as she grabbed the waistline of my pants and boxers and pulled them down and over my knees. She was about to take my cock in her hand, when I stopped her. “Take them off all the way, Dove.”
As she went to work on my shoes and socks to rid me of my clothes altogether, I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up and over my head until I was sitting on the couch, completely naked.
Isabella returned back to her position in between my legs. She looked like a goddamn goddess on her knees before me. “Tell me how you want me, Julian,” she whispered.
“Suck my cock, baby,” I ordered, as I wove my fingers in her dark hair.
She wasted no time complying. She took my cock in both her hands and wrapped her hot, wet mouth around the tip and worked it to the back of her throat until she couldn’t take it any further. There were a lot of things Isabella wasn’t a professional at, but it never stopped her from letting me push her to her limits. The first time she sucked my dick, I knew she would never be able to deep throat my entire length, but that never stopped her from trying. And it never stopped me from choking her with it.
Isabella was the perfect sexual adventure. She never said no. She never cowered.
I dropped my head back on the backrest of the couch and blocked out everything but the feel of my dick in her mouth. She always sucked my dick like she wanted to live on her knees in front of me. It shook me to my soul how much I loved this woman. “That’s it, baby. Suck my cock as deep as you can take it.”
She swallowed me for a few more minutes before she stood up and started stripping off her clothes in front of me. Isabella had the body of a siren. She was all big tits, wide hips and thick thighs and all that created curves for days. So let me tell you, watching Isabella undress was a miracle to experience. And knowing she’d let me ruin her body with any depraved sexual act I could conjure up in my mind…well, that was a gift I intended to keep for myself.
Forever.
I sat back, enjoying the show, until she lowered herself back down onto her knees and took my dick in her hands and mouth again. I ran my fingers back through her hair and held her as I started actively fucking her mouth instead of just letting her suck my dick.
I loved how rough Isabella could take me.
Absolutely loved it.
Her moans were accompanied by an occasional gagging sound and it was like music to my ears. Isabella was a giver and I was a selfish enough bastard to keep taking and taking from her. I stared down at her and the sight of her lips struggling to hold my cock in her mouth had me ready to blow. Pair that with her exceptional rack bouncing around with her vigorous movements, and I was seconds away from losing it. “Isabella, baby, I’m going to fucking cum,” I warned her.
She just moaned and whimpered louder. Isabella started working her lips, tongue and hands harder and faster, trying to get me to t
hat point. I could feel the tightness begin and I knew it was going to be only a matter of seconds. I grabbed a fistful of her silky tresses and pulled her mouth off of me. I pulled her head up and back until her back arched and those perfect set of tits were all I saw. I grabbed my cock with my right hand and tugged on it until it shot out thick, white ropes of my cum all over her chest. Isabella had her head back, eyes closed with her tits offered up to me and I covered those motherfuckers with every drop I had.
Still on her knees, she straightened as tall as she could, looking back at me waiting to see what I was going to do next. I loved how she looked proud and ready for anything. I came all over her like she was my own personal porn star and instead of feeling degraded or offended, she was challenging me back.
I reached out and began rubbing my cum into her skin. I know it was viewed as sexist and archaic in most social circles these days, but I wanted Isabella covered in purple marks and my scent. I wanted her to douse herself in my cologne every morning before she went to work and I wanted her to walk around all day with her panties uncomfortably wet with my morning cum.
But I’d settle for a diamond ring the size of a baseball, if she would just fucking say yes already.
Her eyes never left mine as I continued to rub myself into her being. “I love it when you do that,” she confessed.
I studied her face through hooded, satisfied eyes. “Why?”
“I love being consumed by you. I love knowing you do these things because you want to brand me. I love your possessive side in bed, Julian,” she answered in a voice that belonged on a sex hot line.
I stood up and her gaze followed my movement from her kneeled position. I looked down at her knowing that God must have given her to me to make up for my shit childhood. If everything I endured as a child was part of a bigger plan to bring Isabella to me, then all of it was worth it.
And I’d go through it all again, if the end result was the same.
Isabella healed everything.
I reached down and lifted her up into my arms. She latched onto me, no questions asked, and started kissing my neck as I led her to the bedroom. I laid her down, and now dropping to my knees at the foot of the bed, I pulled her body to the edge and spread her legs wide for a taste of her sweet pussy.
Just like I wanted her coated in my scent, I wished I could walk around all day with the smell of her skin on my body and the taste of her pussy on my tongue. Men who didn’t eat pussy were nothing but fucking bitches, in my opinion. But then I didn’t have a high opinion of men who put their pleasures before their women’s, anyways. Watching Isabella fall apart and knowing I was the one responsible gave me a high that rivaled any drug…prescribed or not.
I grabbed the back of her thighs, and lifting and spreading them, I opened her up, as wide as I could, so I could bury my face in her cunt. Her pussy was already glistening with moisture and I loved that she got so turned on by sucking my dick. I blew on her smooth, bare pussy lips. The strength of it fluttered the little hairs on the neat, trimmed triangle of curls above. “Talk to me, Dove,” I ordered.
Her hand made their way through my hair and she moaned, “Julian, please…”
I blew on her cunt again. “Please what?”
Her voice was all sex and sin. “Lick my pussy, Julian. Make me cum with your tongue.”
I flicked my tongue out in one long, slow motion, teasing and tormenting her. “Like that, baby?”
“No,” she mewled. “Lick me harder, faster.”
I slid a finger in her soaking wet channel and she opened her legs up wider. “You said you wanted me to lick your pussy…”
“I know, but I meant I want you to eat my pussy, Julian. I want you to lick, suck, bite…anything until I cum on your face,” she begged. “I want you covered in my cum like I’m covered in yours.”
That was it. I stuck another finger in her cunt and used my lips and tongue to cover her clit and pussy lips. It was sloppy and frantic, with no finesse whatsoever.
I was devouring her and I didn’t care how rough my tongue, teeth and lips were against her. She wanted me to eat her pussy and that’s what I was going to do.
The hold she had in my hair grew tighter as I curled my fingers in her pussy, hitting that sweet spot that was sure to make her come. I concentrated on her clit and worked it with my tongue as I simultaneously worked my fingers against her g-spot.
I wanted her orgasms to render her unconscious.
She wasn’t the only one who was making sure there’d never be anyone else.
“Jesus Christ, Julian! I’m going to cum. Oh, God, I’m going to cum!”
I kept working on her clit and my fingers were fucking her like they were my cock. Second later, she was pulling on my hair and screaming my name. “Julian!”
Her pussy pulsed around my fingers and her cream came pouring out of her all over my hand.
Fuck, why couldn’t this be my day job?
I pulled my fingers out, and standing up, I looked down at her panting, flushed body. “Move up a bit, Dove.”
Her eyes were closed and her body was pliant. “I don’t think I can move, Julian,” she admitted.
I leaned down, and grabbing her hips, pushed her up the bed a bit. I came up next to her on my knees, and looking down at her spread thighs, I could still see her pussy clenching and unclenching in the aftermath of her orgasm.
Seeing her juices flowing out onto the bed was a glorious sight.
By this time, my dick was rock hard and ready. I placed my hands on the back of her thighs and pushed them back, lifting her ass up off the bed. I already knew where this was going to lead with all that talk about anal earlier tonight.
I slammed my cock into her pussy first, though. I needed to get it all wet and ready. We’ve come a long way since the first time I fucked Isabella up the ass, but I still took care with this act. My dick hadn’t gotten any smaller over the weeks, so getting in was still a delicate process. It wasn’t until I got balls deep inside her ass that I could let go and fucked her like a complete slut.
I focused on my cock thrusting in and out of her pussy. I needed to gauge how much was enough. Isabella’s voice switched my focus. “God, yes. Fuck my pussy harder, Julian,” she implored.
“I don’t think so, Dove.” She opened her eyes, startled at my denying her.
I never denied her anything in bed.
“Julian…?”
I smirked at her desperation. “After all that talk tonight, your pussy’s going to have to wait, baby. I’m going to fuck that hot, tight, sweet ass of yours.” She tightened around my cock and I knew the idea had her hot for it.
I didn’t give her much time to agree or disagree. I pulled out of her snug warmth, and after letting go of her left thigh, I grabbed my dick and guided the head to her ass. I worked the head in until it passed the sensitive rings of resistance. “Jesus, Julian,” she groaned in pleasure and pain.
I finally worked the thickest part of my cock through her opening, and after giving her only a few seconds to adjust, I started pounding my cock into the deepest depths of her tight ass.
I fucked her until she couldn’t scream anymore and I came in her ass.
Her pussy had to wait, but it only had to wait until I hauled her into the shower with me.
I fucked her one more time after that, before I finally let her go to sleep around 3am.
Isabella~
A jumble of voices woke me up out of a deep, deep slumber. I rolled myself off Julian’s body and looked over at the clock on my nightstand. The numbers screamed that it was only a little past 9am, but that couldn’t be right. Nothing about this could be right.
Julian had kept me up into the early hours of the morning, and even if I shouldn’t be getting up until, at least, 11am, I sure as hell shouldn’t be awoken by voices coming from my living room.
I lived alone, damn it.
I pushed at Julian’s side. “Julian?”
“Hmm,” he grunted back.
“Th
ere are burglars in the living room. Go kill them so I can go back to sleep.” I was so tired and my body was so sore, I was sure to lose in any hand to hand combat right now, so Julian had to be the one to go confront the intruders.
He lifted his head a little in concentration and then dropped it back down on the pillow. “It’s just Nick and Chase. No burglars, baby,” he mumbled.
What the hell were Nick and Chase doing in my condo?
I pushed at Julian again. “Why are they in my condo?”
Julian stretched and readjusted himself. “I don’t know, Dove.”
I pushed again. “Well, go find out.”
“I would, but I don’t care why they’re here. Go back to sleep, Isabella.” And with that, he actually rolled over on me until I was met with his back.
The bastard.
I got out of bed and put on a pair of pajama pants, a sports bra and a t-shirt. I quickly threw my hair up and brushed my teeth before I went out in the living room to confront my unwanted guests.
Well…unwanted, depending on what they were doing here.
I padded out into my living room barefooted to find Nick, Chase, Q, Ace and even Kane in my home with piles of cardboard sitting on the kitchen bar.
I cleared my throat and all conversation ceased as they looked over at me. “You guys mind telling me what you’re doing in my condo at all hours of the morning? On a Saturday?”
Kane threw his hands up in a surrendering motion. “Don’t look at me, Izzy. I was at home, minding my own goddamn business, when this merry band of nut jobs showed up and commandeered my entire Saturday”
Quinn stink-eyed him. “I’ll give you a nut job…”
We all stopped and looked at Quinn. I finally broke the silence, “Q, that doesn’t sound…”
She flapped her hand at me. “He knows what I meant.”
“I sure fucking hope so,” Chase muttered.
They went back to middling around and that’s when I saw they were putting moving boxes together and actually packing up my condo.
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