Claiming Isabella

by M. E. Clayton

  After a few more thrusts into her wet channel, I let go of her hair, and spanning my hand in the center of her back, forced her chest flat against the mat. Her ass was up and presented to me and my eyes were hypnotized from the sight of her pussy struggling to take my cock. It didn’t matter that my dick was drenched in her juices, Isabella was small and my dick wasn’t.

  I don’t care what any man says. Watching your cock split a sweet, tight pussy wide open was an unbelievable high. Every time I pulled my cock out and I saw it glistening with how wet she was, I wanted to howl. I was going to be the best fuck Isabella has ever had and I was never going to let her forget it.

  “Oh, God, yes…”

  “That’s right, baby. Take my cock, Dove,” I grunted as I started pounding harder. I reached my hand around until it was circling her neck. I pulled her to me as I covered her back with my body and whispered in her ear, “I’m going to still want you like this when we’re 60 years old, Isabella.”

  A quiet sob broke out from her lips, “Promise?”

  I dropped my forehead in between her shoulder blades. She was killing me. If she could just see inside my heart, she’d never know fear or insecurity ever again. “I promise, baby. I fucking promise you,” I reassured her.

  I lifted my head and started using her with enough force to make her cry out, but not enough to make her tell me to stop. I knew she was going beyond what she was used to. But I also knew she was going to see her challenge through.

  She said she wanted all of me and that’s what she was going to get.

  I let go of her neck, and taking her hips in both my hands, I rammed into her until the tip of my dick was bumping her cervix. I used her body like that until I could feel her pussy begin to spasm around me. Isabella was about to cum and it was only going to get rougher for her.

  “Julian, I’m…”

  I covered her back again. “Cum on my cock, baby. Make it nice and wet, because it’s going in your ass next.”

  She came instantly and my teeth latched onto her shoulder blade as her body trembled to completion. I bit her so hard, blood flooded my taste buds and she screamed bloody murder. I didn’t let up, though. I was going to fuck her and use her body until I was too spent to feel any hate anymore.

  I was going to show her more than I have so far, just like she asked.

  I pulled myself back and the sight of my bloody teeth marks on her back made me go berserk. It freed the sickness in me, and pulling out of her cunt, I grabbed her and faced her to me.

  She looked high as fuck.

  Her face was flushed, her eyes were heavy lidded, her lips were parted and her body was pliant and weak.

  I laid down on the mat and positioned her until she was straddling my cock. “Ride my cock, Dove.”

  Her head lolled and her arms didn’t have enough strength in them to hold herself up. I couldn’t stop the smirk as Isabella fell against me. I didn’t mind doing all the work, though. As long as I was buried in her sweet snatch, I’d take her anyway I could get her.

  I lifted her hips until my dick lined up with her pussy. I lowered her down and I started pushing her hips back and forth. I wasn’t planning on keeping this up for very long. I just needed her cream so I could squeeze into her ass.

  I planned on spending the rest of the evening and night fucking every hot fuck hole she had. There wasn’t anything I wasn’t going to do to her tonight. I was going to do every sick, filthy, unholy thing I’ve ever wanted to do to her.

  I wasn’t going to stop until she told me to. And I was going to do everything in my power to make sure she needed to tell me to stop. Isabella was going to reach her limit tonight.

  Just as I was wondering if she passed out on me, Isabella placed her hands on my chest and lifted her body. She was looking into my face and her eyes still looked glazed, but she seemed to be getting her bearings back.

  “Talk to me, Dove.”

  “I…I can’t think, Julian,” she mewled.

  I lifted my head to take one of those big ass tits of hers into my mouth. Her nipples were hard and begging for attention. I took one between my teeth and bit down, smearing her blood from the bite, until she started withering. “I love how you need me, Julian.”

  “Make it happen, Isabella,” I growled at her.

  She sat up straight and resting on her knees, she lifted her body and grabbing my cock, she slowly lowered her body until the head of my dick started penetrating her rigid, little asshole. As she eased herself over my cock, I slid a hand between our bodies and positioned my fingers so her ass would come down on my cock and her pussy would be filled with three of my fingers.

  One day, if my fingers aren’t big enough, I’ll double fuck her with a vibrator of her choosing. But that was the closest Isabella was ever going to get to a threesome.

  There will never be anyone else for either of us. Never.

  Isabella finally came down on my dick and fingers and she threw her head back in pure ecstasy. “Oh, Jesus Christ, Julian. Oh, God! Oh, fuck,” she chanted.

  I could barely form any words as I watched her ride my cock and fingers.

  She looked like a motherfucking goddess. Sweet. Fucking. Jesus.

  I reached up with my free hand and stuck my thumb in her mouth as she picked up her pace. She immediately started sucking it and I almost came at the site of me filling up her ass, pussy and mouth.

  Fuck. Me.

  “Holy hell, Dove. You gotta be the most perfect fuck that’s ever existed,” I told her honestly.

  She couldn’t speak with my thumb in her mouth, but she looked directly in my eyes as she used her hands as leverage on my chest and started riding me harder and deeper. My cock was buried so deep in her ass and my fingers were stretching out her pussy so roughly, she had to be painfully uncomfortable. But she didn’t let up. She. Did. Not. Stop.

  She went faster and harder as she chased her orgasm.

  In a matter of minutes, she was coming all over my fingers with her ass choking my cock and I was igniting inside her.

  Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

  Jesus, Mary and Fucking Joseph.

  Chapter 12

  Lust: Because the demons are quiet when I’m inside her.

  Julian~

  It was close to ten o’clock and I was wide awake.

  That, in itself, seemed impossible considering I had kept fucking Isabella up until about half hour ago. She was passed out, and while my body felt relieved of energy, my mind wouldn’t stop.

  Maybe because, even after all I did to her, I knew deep down I was still holding back with her. And I knew I always would.

  No matter how much she claimed she wanted to see me at my worst, I knew I could never let that happen. She might commit me if I did.

  Because I needed help.

  I was never confused about that. I just hadn’t gone past the point where I couldn’t find my way back to myself, so I never bothered. Besides I had Teresa.

  But something told me that Isabella’s parents and her goddamn stalker just might change that.

  I glanced over at her lying on her stomach and the bite marks I left on her back made me wince. Especially the one on her shoulder blade. I’ve never regretted anything we’ve done in the bedroom so far, but I was seriously rethinking some of the shit I did to her earlier. When she said she wanted to bleed with me, my heart had felt like it had cracked open. Isabella was a gift that I wanted to make sure I never broke.

  I couldn’t lie here any longer. I eased out of bed and pulling on a pair a lounge pants, I headed towards the living room. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to sleep, so I grabbed my phone and dialed the one person who would always save me.

  She answered on the second ring. “My Sweet Julian,” she answered.

  I chuckled. It didn’t matter how many birthdays went by, she’s never stopped calling me that. “Hi, Mom. Were you asleep?”

  She tsk’d. “It wouldn’t matter if I was. There are seven people who I’ll answer for any time of the
day or night.”

  I loved how she included the girls in her statement. “I couldn’t sleep,” I stated, simply.

  “Isabella?” she asked.

  “Yeah, Isabella,” I confirmed.

  Teresa stayed silent as she allowed me time to collect my thoughts. Teresa was always a listen-not-wait-to-speak person. And all her advice always came from the deepest parts of her heart.

  I’d be dead or in prison, if not for this lady.

  “There are times when I don’t know how to contain everything I feel for her. It’s like my emotions are trying to break out of my body so she can see them in person. It feels like every thing I do will never be enough. Even if I lived a million lifetimes with her, it still wouldn’t be enough to even begin to show her what she means to me. She’s got me so fucked up, Mom,” I expressed.

  “And what exactly is it you feel, son?”

  I smirked. “I can tell you what I feel is way beyond traditional love.”

  “It stands to reason that since you’re so special, your love would be too, Julian,” she inferred.

  “I’m not special, Mom. I’m just lucky I had you because you’re the special one,” I reminded her. It’s a debate we’ve been having for years.

  “Having you is what makes me special. Having you, Chase, Kane and Nicholas is what make my life special, sweet boy. And now Quinn, Avery and Isabella,” she responded. She was quiet for a few more seconds before she asked, “Does she scare you?”

  I let out a huff. “She terrifies me, Mom. She absolutely terrifies the fuck out of me. And there’s very little that scares me.”

  “Why does she scare you?”

  I knew exactly why. “Because I don’t know how to love her in moderation. I’m afraid my obsessiveness will stifle her one day, and even knowing that, I have no plans on letting up on her.”

  “Has she said something? Has she complained about it?”

  “Not exactly. When I asked her to move in with me before the whole flower thing, she said she was scared to because she can see me taking over her life and she felt she wasn’t strong enough to stop me. And, sadly, she spoke the truth,” I admitted.

  “Julian, do you believe Isabella loves you?” See? She listens. She asks. She learns about us to be able to offer real advice and not fortune cookie advice.

  I quickly ran through everything we’ve been through and all the time we’ve spent together since I’ve met her and I knew the answer. “Yes, Mom. I’m positive Isabella loves me.”

  “But…”

  “But she’s demanding to see all of me. Even the bad. And how can anyone still love someone who has as much darkness in themselves as I do?” If anyone knew the deepest, darkest pieces of me, it was Teresa.

  I could hear her try to conceal her sniffle over the phone. “Oh, My Sweet Julian. You sweet boy, how many times do I have to tell you that you don’t have darkness in you, you’ve just experienced darkness. But it does not make up who you are.”

  Again, a debate we’ve been having for years. “Then why do I feel violence down to the core of my soul? The core of my being, Mom?”

  “Because that bitch made you grow up around it. It’s the only emotion you experienced for so long when you were little. You will always carry some of it around with you. But, Julian, it doesn’t make up everything you are.” I could really hear her sniffling now and it made me feel like shit. “There’s love, compassion, loyalty, integrity, bravery…and a million other things in you besides dark, violent things.”

  I came clean with her. “She caught me while I was in a bad head space earlier this evening and she pushed for…for…”

  “Did you hurt her?” she asked quietly.

  “Yes…well, no, I mean…not like you think…” I trailed off.

  She was so quiet; I had to pull the phone away to see if we were still connected. I was getting nervous when she finally spoke, “Does she think you hurt her?”

  I thought back to when she turned to me the last time before she passed out. She told me she knew I was still holding back. She had started kissing the scars on my chest and whispered in a drunken lust that she wanted more.

  The memory made me shiver.

  “No.” I cleared my throat. Even as open as I was with Teresa, talking about what I do to Isabella in bed felt uncomfortable. This is my mom I’m talking to right now for Pete’s sake. “She’s very…in tuned with…uh, my needs and preferences.”

  I heard a faint chuckle and I could feel my face heat. But at least Teresa wasn’t crying anymore, so I’d take it. “You men. You always think you know better.” I laughed because she was right. “Sweet Julian, you need to trust Isabella. You’re assuming the girl doesn’t know her own mind, and that’s kind of insulting, don’t you think? How would you feel if every time you told her you’d die for her she accused you of just saying things and not really meaning it?”

  My stomach turned.

  There was a moment of silence before Teresa harrumphed, “I see I’ve made my point.”

  “Yep,” was all I could say.

  “You know, you are so good at seeing people for what they are. You have always had an uncanny ability to hear what no one is saying and see what’s invisible. But I think your need for Isabella is messing with your instincts when it comes to her.”

  “That’s because I’ve never experienced someone like her before. Some days I wonder if she’s real, Mom.”

  “She’s real. And what you have with her is real. It’s the most realest thing I have ever witness. Trust it, Julian. And start trusting her,” she advised.

  “Okay, I’ll work on figuring out a way. Thanks, Mom.”

  “Any time, day or night, Julian,” she promised.

  “I love you.”

  “I love you, too, sweet boy.” She hung up and left me standing in the living room contemplating all that she had said.

  Realizing I wasn’t going to find the answer any time soon, I turned around to go back to bed when I stopped short at the vision of Isabella leaning up against the wall of the hallway.

  She was wearing one of my button ups and even though it swallowed her whole, she looked sexy as fuck.

  “How much did you hear?” I asked as I walked towards her.

  She shrugged a dainty shoulder and grinned sheepishly at me. “Not as much as I’d like to have.” She held my eyes as I stood before her. “The only thing I heard was you telling Teresa that you’ve never experienced someone like me and you wonder if I’m real sometimes.”

  I reached up and tucked some of her unruly hair behind her ear. “How’d you know I was talking to Teresa?”

  Her eyes were so full of confidence and trust when she said, “Because she’s the only other person in the world who you’d tell that you loved them.”

  I smirked down at her. “So, no worries that I was on the phone in the middle of the night with my mistress?”

  She laughed. She actually laughed at me, and it was the most perfect response she could have given me in this moment. “Julian, unlike you, I know I’m the love of your life. It’s you who needs to get on board with how I feel about you.”

  I took her face in my hands. “I know how you feel about me, Dove.”

  The corner of her lip lifted. “No you don’t. But I’m hoping one day you will. I’m hoping one day you see yourself as beautiful as I see you.”

  It was too late to get into a discussion so serious. Now that Teresa’s words had soothed me some, I just wanted to be with Isabella with all the heavy stuff that was drowning me earlier.

  I reached down and ran my hand in between her thighs until it found her heat. She wasn’t wearing any panties and I really didn’t expect her to be.

  Her eyes fell closed and her head dropped back against the wall. “Julian,” she sighed.

  I knew she was sore and I wanted to take care of her more than I wanted to sink myself back in her body. So, I dropped to my knees and hooked her left leg over my shoulder. She might be leaking out some of my cum, she might
not be, but right now, I didn’t care. I wanted to please her more than I was worried about accidentally tasting myself. Don’t get me wrong, I’d rather not…I’d so rather not…but when I said there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to please Isabella, I meant it.

  Her hands came down in my hair and she held on tight as I swiped my tongue over her clit. “Julian, I…can’t…I don’t think my legs will hold me up…Julian…” she whimpered.

  I stood up and swept her up in my arms bride style. “I guess it’s back to the bed then, baby.”

  She was asleep before her head it the pillow.

  Isabella~

  I should have called in sick.

  My body was screaming in protest this morning.

  I had never been so worked over in my life. And that’s counting the two classes of Krav Maga that Quinn made us take until we realized that shit was hard as hell.

  When I had woken up this morning, there was a glass of water and a couple of Motrin sitting on my nightstand. And while I had appreciated the gesture, the pills hadn’t done a thing to ease the aches all over my body.

  Not that I regret a thing Julian did to me last night.

  Even though I knew he was still holding back, I relished in what he had showed me. I knew a lot of people wouldn’t understand how I could let him be so rough with me, but I craved how desperately he needed me. Just like he spent all his time trying to make me feel worthy, he deserved the same. Because, for all his faults, Julian’s love is the real deal.

  I was pulling up the McMillan Sports account when there was a knock at my door. I looked up to see Janie peeking her head in with the biggest grin I have ever seen on her face. And that’s saying something, because the woman was cheerful as hell.

  “Uhm, you have a visitor, Ms. DeLucci,” she squeaked. My eyebrows shot up. She never calls me Ms. Delucci. I’m not that formal with my co-workers. She second she stepped aside, though, I realized why.

  Julian was my visitor.

  I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face. This gorgeous man was all mine and I was giddy that Janie knew it too. “Julian,” I acknowledged.