Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
Isabella was his air and he couldn’t breathe without her. He wondered how he could love someone like that?- without holding back. It was crazy and definitely the best feeling in the world.
“Moreover,” Isabella told her, “You should have more faith in yourself, Anabelle. Your father loves you like hell and if I’m right, he’s probably on a meeting with your boyfriend’s crafty’s grandfather, for ways to bring us home,”
“My grandfather is not crafty,” Julie defended him without thinking. No matter what the old man did, he still loved him.
“Really? Are you talking about the man who tricked me into being engaged to his son?” Isabella challenged him.
“He did what he thought was right and let’s be frank, it was punishment for trying to hurt me, “Julie reminded her.
“Of course” Isabella snorted, “An engagement for trying to hurt his beloved son? I don’t understand such humor,”
“Can we change the topic?” Pedro was upset by the conversation. It was obvious that he was still offended by that “imperial rule” decreeing his girlfriend’s as a fiancée to another. It was a miracle he was tagging along when it was obvious he might get hurt in this game.
“Sure,” Anabelle readily agreed and didn’t get to see the secret gesture between Isabella and her boyfriend.
“No,” Julie shook his head, “We should go check the whole building out,” He grabbed Annabelle’s hand, intending to pull her up.
The house was a three-story building that had seen better days. Niles had bought the whole of it, emptied its occupants, and yet did nothing with it. Not even to renovate the house and put it on the market. He just left it like that.
“But I haven’t finished watching the movie yet,” Anabelle complained.
“Don’t worry, I’ll watch the movie from the top with you once we’re back,” Julie promised, already getting her on her feet.
“Fine,” She grumbled, “I pray this journey is worth leaving my movie for,” Anabelle let him pull her up.
Julie turned to the other couples – Isabella to be specific – saying, “We are going to get some air and would be back in a jiffy,” He emphasized on “jiffy” as if trying to warn Isabella to be quick with whatever crazy game she wanted to catch with Pedro. He couldn’t wait to be out of here.
However, Anabelle was ignorant to catch the hints being thrown around. Instead, she asked her cousin, “Why don’t you come with us?”
Isabella answered immediately, “You’d bore me to death, so get your ass out of here,” without even sparing her a look.
“Fine, I’ll be back soon. Don’t miss me too much,” Anabelle grinned sheepishly, hooking her arms around Julie’s own as she began to drag him away, already excited to be outside. Without knowing Isabella was not going to miss her one bit because she had better fun to catch.
Once they were alone, Isabella and Pedro didn’t say a word to each other, the both of them pretending to be immersed in the movie.
However, all of that changed when the characters on the television played a kissing scene and the air around them shifted. One could say the environment intensified, almost as if someone turned on the heater on a clear summer day.
Pedro’s breath changed as he shifted uncomfortably, a tightening sensation in his groin, fighting against a groan from leaving his throat. Isabella smirked, knowing what he was thinking.
She glanced up at him, “Playtime’s over,”
And Isabella moved off him and bent down such that she could trace the budge in his trouser with her teeth.
“And you’re hard rock,” there was a dark promise to her tone, “I’m going to ride your brain out,” Isabella spoke dirty to him, her eyes dark with desire.
She leaned down and bite down on his erection stretching against the fabric, Pedro cursed and clenched his fist. His girlfriend was a vixen. A truly evil demoness. Isabella would be the death of him.
Isabella then pulled him so he sat up front instead of his previous lying position and in a swift move got on top of him so that she was straddling Pedro.
“This is going to be fun,” Isabella whispered into his ears just as she grabbed his hips a little harder and pushed herself, even more, closer to his chest, grounding against him in the process.
Pedro moaned, she loved the sound of it. His hands went around to grab her backside, rubbing her against his member through his pants to ease himself of the discomfort she put him in.
With her breast pressed against his chest, and his strong arms making her dry hump against him, Isabella’s blood roared and her heartbeat accelerated. She could make out the euphoric look on Pedro’s face like someone high on drugs while she moved against him. It made her feel powerful.
Still moving, Isabella trailed kisses over his neck, gasping when she felt her orgasm around the corner. Suddenly, she ruptured, her body quivering with pleasure as she buried her face in his neck.
“That was…” Pedro fought to catch his breath, “Great?”
“Yeah,” Isabella concurred, her voice breathy, “But that was just the beginning,”
Warning: Erotic scene ahead. Not suitable for those below eighteen – shoo away until you grow up younglings.
The third point of view:
“No, this was just the beginning,” Isabella told Pedro and before he could take a breather, smashed her lips against his.
Although Pedro was not prepared, he quickly got his head back into the game, groping and squeezing every part of her soft body his hands could find. He easily found her ass and kneaded it, his member coming back to life once again. Fuck! How could he want one person over and over again.
Isabella kissed him greedily, her hands grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck as she kissed him deeper. It was a wanton kiss intended to elicit nothing but lustful pleasure.
The kiss became harder and devouring as if she wanted to mark him, stark her claim on him as hers only. Her tongue swept into his mouth, starting a duel with his as their breath thickens.
Isabella moaned, pulling harder on his root as Pedro teased her with his tongue. Coming up for air, his mouth covers over hers again and this time, sucking on her lower lips until it was swollen.
He kissed down to her jaw, Isabella angling her neck to give him better access as he tasted her throat, sucking over the skin, Isabella drew a sharp breath. The kiss ran down till it got to her chest, his eyes darkening with unadulterated lust as he bent and took her nipples through her shirt.
Isabella moaned, her head lulling back from pleasure. Pedro was getting better at this and she didn’t know whether to be happy or scared that he would turn her mindless with pleasure. Notwithstanding, her body shivered with anticipation.
So while Pedro continued to please her, her hand reached down to caress him through his pants, already stiff and ready for her and God, what she was going to do to him.
Pedro groaned, the mere sound throbbing through her as he sucked her harder. Isabella arched into him, her body pining for more.
Then she pushed him away, a questioning look on his face about the interruption. However, she ignored him and simply tugged on the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head causing a smirk to tug on the corners of his mouth.
But when her hands moved to work on his zipper, he slapped her hand away.
“What?” Isabella gave him a puzzled expression.
“It’s unfair,” He said, “I lose one article of clothing, you lose as well. How does that sound?”