Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
His tongue worked over her the way one tug at the strings of a guitar and she could only moan and whimper.
“God, that feels good,” Her eyes went unfocused with pressure.
Isabella grabbed a fistful of his hair burying him inside of her as his tongue lashes over her unrelentless, slowly driving her to the brink. But just as she was about to reach the edge, he withdrew.
Isabella released a torrent of curses, finally realizing how bad it is to be teased and left halfway unsatisfied. She was about to curse his head off when Pedro pushed his middle finger into her, rubbing her clit.
Isabella gasped, breathing heavily. He was a good player. She arched her back, grinding on his hand. She was swollen, Isabella could feel it, but Pedro continued his ruthless attack.
A moan ripped out of her throat at the same time Pedro thrust his middle finger up and down against her slick folds.
Her body throbbing with desire, Pedro increased the pace of his fingers and she orgasmed real quick, her body quivering with pleasure.
His hand slipped out of her fold real quick and he flipped Isabella over without warning such that she was on all fours on the couch.
“No, no, no,” Isabella, realizing what he was about to do, tried to protest when he grabbed her hips and slammed into her in one vicious stab.
A scream ripped from Isabella’s throat, tearing through the entire house. Pedro had come into her so hard that she forgot all about fighting him – she was the one supposed to ride him, not the other way round.
A shudder of delight rippled through her body, she had felt that single delight penetrates to her very entrails. Her chest heaved and a sheen of sweat covered her forehead, her center throbbing for a deep, never-ending, mind-boggling bang. That was what she had intended to give to Pedro but it seems she wasn’t the only one with that intention.
This time Pedro leaned over so his chest covers Isabella’s back and reached under her and grabbed her breast, kneading it just as he thrust into her hard once again.
A shout worked its way out of her throat, moaning incessantly as Pedro’s hands hooked up her bra and began to work her nipples. Isabella arched back such that her head rested on his shoulder and Pedro angled his face and claimed her lips in that uncomfortable position, still inside of her.
Pedro didn’t stop kissing her nor does he stop touching her, giving her a great pleasure that robbed her of all sanity. Right now and then, Isabella was sure as hell that she would agree to any ridiculous idea her boyfriend suggested to her. He held her under a spell. A strong sensual one.
Then Pedro broke apart, pushing her back down as he began to thrust into her, harder and deeper. Isabella whimpered, going ahead to grab the top of the sofa hard, bracing herself against it, her body tightening with the intrusion.
Pedro relentlessly pumped into her as if he was torturing her for the earlier teasing and assault of his body. He moved in and out of her body forcibly and she had no choice but to meet each and every one of his savage thrusts.
Suddenly, sparks flooded her vision, a shudder gripped her body and she ruptured with a harsh cry. However, Pedro didn’t give up, this time, he pounded away at her. Faster. Deeper. Harder.
Isabella thought she wouldn’t be able to take it but her body came back alive without a trace of pain. She must have a huge appetite or something else why would her body keep betraying her for more.
“Fuck! Yes!” She moaned, rolling her backside in tune to his powerful thrusts. This dark side was new to Pedro or maybe he had it all along – hidden abd tamed – she loved it.
Isabella screamed, shaking, shivering, and clinging to the couch for dear life as he pumped into her ferociously hard as if he wanted to bury himself inside of her.
A choking scream was ripped from Isabella’s throat as she came violently while a guttural groan was released by Pedro seconds later, the waves crashing over him.
Pedro lay on her for a few seconds before he wrapped his hands around her waist and laid down with her on the sofa, Isabella snuggled right on top of him. The both of them were naked.
For the first time, Isabella didn’t have the energy to deal with Pedro for manipulating and taking advantage of her big opportunity to “fuck his brain out “. She was tired and needed sleep.
The third point of view:
“Everywhere is empty,” Anabelle noticed as they walked into one of the apartments in the building.
“Yeah, Niles sent everyone off after he purchased the building,” Julie reminded her as he closed the door behind them.
The place was literally vacant with only furniture and a few items available. The paint on the wall was faded, already peeling off. It was obvious that whoever would reside here in the future – that is if Niles gives permission – would have to refurbish the whole place.
“This is a waste of money,” Julie shook his head, staring at the property wasting away.
“What is a waste of money?” Anabelle glanced at him with a questioning look.
“Do you know how much this property would fetch on the market? All Niles has to do is fix some things here and there and bam! This property would be worth millions depending if he wants to lease or sell it off,” Julie calculated, sighing at Niles’s lack of foresight.
“You’re right, Julie,” Anabelle agreed with him, yet added, “But then, everything is not money,” she walked over to the fireplace, trailing her finger across the dusty mantel.
Julie followed after her and pressed his chest against her back while circling her waist with his strong arms and rested his lips next to her ears asking, “How so, my love?”
Anabelle stiffened, his smoldering voice made her stomach flutter and her heartbeat accelerated. She immediately cleared her throat to take her mind off the way her body reacted to him.
“Well, the fact is that some humans are nostalgic. To uncle Niles, this place might be his turning point in life and as well a haven. So when he feels lost or depressed, this place might be the drug he wants. In one word, you can think of Maria’s place as his monument. He just can’t part from it,”
“Well in my view,” Julie opined, “Your uncle Niles is just being unnecessary soppy and dramatic,”
Anabelle turned to him annoyed. The girl was a helpless romantic at heart, hence sweet gestures like this won her over. But then, here was her boyfriend acting so indifferent and unromantic. She couldn’t take it.
She frowned down at him,” So you’re trying to say we would not even have common trinkets that would express the love we have for each other as normal couples do? You’re so mean,” Anabelle was disheartened. What kind of boyfriend does she gave? He was supposed to give her a love that sweeps her off her feet.
However, a shriek left her throat when Julie suddenly carried her off her feet, causing her to wrap her legs around him to anchor herself from falling as Julie pushed her up against the wall.
He stared into her eyes, holding her gaze, her heart began to pound so erratically it might have jumped out of her chest.
Julie leaned close to her lips, her breath hitched and she leaned back into the wall. His breath brushed across her lips and she instinctively parted her lips just a bit, expectantly.
However, Julie simply moved to her ears, whispering, “I don’t need a fancy ornament whose appeal fades away with time to express my affection for you, rather I’ll prove it to you with actions that would stand the test of time,” He nibbled her earlobe, his hands trailing down her arms sensually. Anabelle gasped, her body seemed to come alive with that touch.
What was he doing to her? That single move had almost fried her brain.
“That is if you would let me,” Julie said, then moved over to her neck where he peppered her smooth skin with small kisses.
Anabelle shivered, her head lulling back in pleasure with her hips beginning to gyrate against him.
Julie groaned, his control almost slipping away. Anabelle was a sly siren. He quickly brought her down to Anabelle’s disappointment.
“Why? What is it?” Anabelle couldn’t understand why he would reject her advances – he started it first. She was trying to emulate Isabella, Pedro never rejected her cousin’s advances.