Page 80 of Rust

Fate

Isabelle

Rust’s thumb grazed my cheek as he leaned in and pulled my face to his. I studied the fireworks bursting behind my eyelids as his full and soft lips tenderly touched mine.

I’d kissed Rustseveraltimes now, yet this time was easily the best. The first time was a wild thrill for obvious reasons, yet cutwaytoo short. The second time, an hour or so ago, was hot as hell, but fueled almost entirely by primal, wild lust. Which was sexy and amazing, don’t get me wrong …

But it couldn’t even begin to compare tothistime. This was different; this was something I’d never experienced. Sparks burst in my heart. At once, I understood that my adolescent crush on Rust wasn’t some silly case of puppy love; no, that was fate pointing Rust out to me, and telling me that someday, we’d be together. Something inside me clicked; something deep down, something so essential in me that it felt spiritual. It said, undeniably, “yes.”As in: yes, this is it—your man. Congrats, lucky lady! You’ve found him! You know how many people never find their soul mates?! Lots. But not you. Here he is. Now claim him,takehim, dowhateveryou have to do to make sure he doesn’t get away.

“Wow. Isabelle.” Rust looked surprised as we briefly separated—did he feel what I felt, too?

“Don’t stop,” I urged him, desperate for more.

We came together again, our lips embracing. As exciting as it was to kiss the man I’d fantasized about for years, his comforting kisses felt profoundly familiar. I had the oddest sensation that I’d been here before—in his arms, kissing him. And I don’t mean the previous two times—I mean, I felt like we’d already kissed hundreds, thousands,millionsof times already. Like we’d been lovers in previous lives. Had we chosen to incarnate in this lifetime, testing the bounds of our love by throwing my dad between us? How many times had we ended up together, I wondered? What other crazy scenarios and barriers did we have to overcome before we found each other?

I’m not even sure Ibelievein reincarnation, by the way; that’s just how good Rust kissed me. The caress of his lips had the power to impart ancient wisdom.

Our steamy kisses began to burn hotter, hands roaming and tongues touching.

Rust pulled away and cracked a smile. “Look what your sexy pictures did to me, by the way,” he said, gesturing down his body.

I glanced down his muscular torso. His cock commanded attention, throbbing as it stood stiffly in the air, a bead of pre-cum sitting at his top like a dewy crown.

“Rust!” I let out a happy squeal. He was so thick, my fingertips didn’t even come close to touching when I wrapped my hand around his manhood. “Oh, wow. You’re so fucking big.”

I began to tug him. His cock felt so full and alive in my hands, I could feel his excitement pulsing in his cock. With every stroke, his shaft grew fuller, thicker. I jerked him harder, faster, an extra heat rushing into his lips while we kissed.

“I wanna suck you,” I whispered, my eyes on his. “I wanna make you cum with my mouth.”

“Damn,” he said, his Adam’s apple plunging down his wide neck.

“Would you like that, Daddy?”

I’d never called, or wanted to call, a guy that word before. With Rust, somehow, it came easily and naturally. And the effect of that word on Rust was clear; his eyes fluttered and rolled back in his head. Helikedit. A lot. I liked having a word I could use on him.

“I’d fuckin’ love it,” he answered hoarsely.

I giggled. “Good.”

I slowly slithered down his body and off the couch, letting my long hair drape down his bare torso. Kneeling between his massive legs, I took hold of his pretty penis and angled it lower to my mouth. The dollop of pre-cum spilled down his head, leaving a shiny trail that ran down his shaft.

I touched the very tip of my tongue to his shaft and lapped up his liquid excitement.

“Mmm,” I said, licking my lips. “You taste so sweet.”

“Like it?” he teased. “Give me your mouth, and I’ll give you plenty more.”

I loved it when he talked dirty. “I’ll give you my mouth, I promise,” I said, smiling at him with my eyes.

Little did he know, I wanted to take my time. I wanted him tosavorthis. I planted a trail of kisses up his shaft. Stopping just shy of his glans, I circled around to the other side of his dick, and gently kissed my way back down again.

Rust’s breath grew shallow. “Please, baby,” he whispered. “Please give me your mouth.”

Ahh!To have such a big, strong man begmefor something was a rush like nothing I’d ever experienced before—it made me feel so powerful and sexy. And teasing him with my mouth was so much fun! I loved it. I loved the feeling of control. And now that I knew how seductive it was, I didn’t want to give it up; I wanted toreallydrive him nuts.

I stuck out my tongue and licked up and down the sides of his shaft, in long, slow, torturous brush strokes. Rust clenched the couch cushions tight with his fists, his whole body trembling with anticipation. “Please, please, please,” he chanted in a whisper.

I licked the sides of his cock faster, as if I were trying to eat a quickly-melting ice cream cone on a scorching summer day. With each pass upward, Rust’s cock leaped, jumping for my mouth. “Please, Isabelle,” he whimpered, begging to be put out of his misery.