Page 26 of Violent Attraction

Slowly, her fingers move from the edge of her thigh to her folds.

I watch as she gives herself methodical strokes, and I hear exactly what those strokes are doing to her. She's starting to pant and when she circles her clit, a small moan escapes her lips.

“Does it feel good, Isabella?” She nods.

“Does it feel good knowing that I’m watching you fuck yourself with your fingers?” Another nod.

Watching her like this has started to become unbearable, so I finally cave and unbutton my slacks so I can take myself out and give my cock a few good strokes.

Isabella’s mouth goes wide as she watches me, but it certainly doesn’t go as wide as her eyes do when I take myself out and continue to stroke.

“Keep playing with yourself, baby.” She does as I say but doesn’t take her eyes off my cock. She even goes as far as licking her lips as she watches me.

I watch as she moves her fingers, moves them through her slit and circles her clit, over and over again.

She starts to get agitated, like she wants to ask for me to touch her, but she’s not brave enough to.

Wanting to put her out of her misery, I climb onto the bed and settle on my knees between her legs.

Without warning, I grab the hand she is using and bring it up to my mouth.

Her taste meets my tongue and I’m in fucking heaven.

She tastes better than I thought imaginable.

I want more

“Fuck.” I drop her hand and push her forward until her head is almost to the headboard, and I’m able to situate myself with her legs over my shoulder and my mouth on her pussy.

“Oh, shit,” her hand goes straight to my head, pulling at the strands, holding me to her.

“You taste so fucking good.” I take her clit between my teeth, and it causes her to let out a moan that fills the room.

I lick her, I tease her, I fucking devour her. I taste every fucking inch of her pussy, savoring every single moment of it.

Massaging her thigh one more time, I move my hand and start teasing her entrance. Another moan escapes her.

She lets out a gasp when I insert a finger and start moving it.

“So fucking tight.” I say against her curls, moving my hand faster.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck.” Her hips buck against me, her legs pushing tighter against my head.

I continue to eat her out as she bucks and thrashes against the bed. She’s getting closer to a release, so I pull my mouth away from her, and start moving my fingers faster and harder.

“Come, Isabella.” I press a hand against her stomach to hold her down and move the other.

“Santiago!”

“Come, bella.” I growl and that was the trigger point because soon Isabella is holding my fingers as tightly as possible, her orgasm taking over.

“Oh my god.” Her eyes are closed tightly, and her chest is moving up and down rapidly. I kiss up her body, helping her come down from the high.

After a few minutes, I finally pull away from her and take my fingers out of her. I’m about to put my hand in my mouth to lick away her release, when I notice specks of red.

They are bright and small, but I know it’s blood. I’ve seen enough blood in my life to know when I see it.

Was I too rough with her?