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  Spreading her legs even wider and lifting her hips, she gasped when he hit something deep inside of her. As he placed his forearms flat on the bed by her head, resting the full weight of his body on her, the air left her. She loved the pressure, loved the feeling of being pressed down by this man. He never took his gaze from her as he fucked her, slamming his hips into her before pulling back out and repeating the action over and over again.

  “You’re mine, Izabella,” he said softly, so low his words were slightly muffled.

  You’re his for the night. Don’t forget that, and don’t let your emotions get involved.

  He lifted up slightly so their stomachs weren’t touching anymore, but he never stopped thrusting in and out of her.

  “This feels so good, Corbin.”

  Placing his hand on her belly, he added a bit of pressure, holding her still as he fucked her. But then he slipped his fingers over her clit and started rubbing the nub back and forth. Lowering his face again, he pressed his mouth against hers, barely touching her, and saying softly, “I want you to come all over my cock, baby,” he murmured against her mouth, and she arched her back, pressing her breasts into his firm, warm flesh.

  “God, yes, Corbin.” Neck arching, hands fisting into the sheets, and her breath leaving her violently, Izabella let the sensations move through her.

  “Fuck, baby. Yes.” He took his hand and cupped her cheek, holding her head still as he fucked her pussy and her mouth. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, and their sweat slicked skin moved erotically against each other.

  Tensing, trying to hold off on coming because she didn’t want this to end, she reached out and grabbed a chunk of his hair with both of her hands, pulling on the strands until he pulled back from her mouth.

  “Corbin, I’m going to come,” she gasped out.

  “Just let go, baby girl.” He started thrusting in and out of her hard and fierce. “I want you to come so fucking badly, and to cover my cock with your pussy cream.” It was those erotic, dirty words that were her undoing.

  “Yes,” she said, tugged at his hair, and let herself get off.

  When the tremors left her and she lay there sucking in air, he slowed his thrusts, but his body was still so taut.

  “I’m not going to last, baby.”

  Blinking past the pleasure, she nodded. “Then don’t.” She felt drunk from the pleasure. He kissed her again and his tongue tangled with hers. The flavor of him had her wanting more.

  I never want this to end.

  Firm fingers were still on her cheek, holding her in place for his tongue and lips’ onslaught.

  “Wrap your legs around me, baby.”

  She lifted her legs and hooked them around his lean waist. He slammed right into her hard and fast, hitting her G-spot until her eyes rolled back in her head. A gasp of pain and pleasure left her, and she slid up the bed an inch.

  “You’ll ever know how good you feel to me, how good it feels to be inside of you.” Dropping his head to the crook of her neck, he pulled out just enough that the crown of his dick was the only thing lodged in her pussy. He slammed back into her. His eyes were closed, the tendons in his neck taut, and his jaw clenched. The drugged look he wore had her inner muscles clenching around his length, which caused him to groan deep in his throat. He shoved deep inside of her, and she moved up the bed. His hands were on the mattress beside her head now, and she could see out of the corner of her eyes the way he pulled at the sheets, clenching the material in his big fists.

  He breathed out harshly, his big balls slapping her ass as he pushed into her harder than the last time. He stared right in her eyes, the intensity consuming. “I could go so much harder, baby. I could fuck you until every part of you was sore.”

  “Then do it, Corbin, Fuck me how you really want to.”

  He groaned after she spoke. “You can’t say shit like that, baby. You’d be scared if you knew how much I want to do just that, how much I want to own you.” He gripped a chunk of her hair, tilted her head back, and gently bit the side of her neck.

  “What you want from me doesn’t scare me, Corbin.”

  “It should.” His words sounded dangerous, but so damn attractive. He stopped thrusting and leaned back slightly. “You should be afraid, Izabella, because once I want something I don’t stop until it’s mine irrevocably.”

  Maybe she should have been scared, because this seemed so sudden and fast despite the fact they’d known each other for years. But the truth was he turned her on like no one else, and she was tired of hanging back and not following her emotions on what she wanted. She braced her feet on the mattress and lifted her hips in time with his powerful pumping, needing Corbin as deep as he could go.

  “Yeah, Izabella. That’s so fucking it. Throw those hips back at me, fuck that little pussy on my cock.” He went hard and fast, but just as she felt another crest of pleasure steal over her he pulled out, leaving her slightly perplexed.

  “Corbin?”

  He said he had to get off, but he’d stopped, had the strength to just pull out. Lifting her upper body up and bracing herself on her elbows, she looked at him, knowing she had disbelief on her face. But the sight of him ended any confusion on why he’d stopped. Corbin’s erection jutted forward, his hand on his cock, his palm moving up and down as his focus was on her splayed pussy. The piercing at the tip of his shaft was visible, the metal glinting under the light. The thickness of the hoop was impressive, but then again his dick was huge.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, Izabella.”

  She hadn’t ever thought she’d hear something so “sweet” come from a hardened bad boy like Corbin.

  “Why’d you stop?” She managed to ask in a soft, still pleasure-thick voice.

  “It was fucking hard, baby.” He paused for a second. “I want you on your hands and knees so I can take you from behind.”

  “Corbin?” She said his name like a question, although she wasn’t questioning any of this.

  “I want to see your ass when I fuck you, want to see you nice and spread for me, baby.”

  “You say such dirty things.” She was flipped onto her belly and pulled up onto her hands and knees before she could even think of what was happening. And then he brought his hand down on her ass.

  Smack!

  Smack!

  Smack!

  A gasp of again left her, but when Corbin started smoothing his hand over her ass, making that pain turn to pleasure, she moaned.

  “I want that pussy of yours stretched so wide around my cock you can’t handle it, but don’t want me to stop.” He grabbed her hips and dug his fingertips in her flesh. “I want my cum inside of you, want to fill you up until you’re so full it’s spilling down your thighs.”

  “Corbin,” she whispered his name, knowing she should use her head, but she was burning alive, wanting this like she needed her next breath.

  “It’s okay, baby. I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to make sure you’re taken care of really good.”

  Braced on her hands and knees, she looked at Corbin over her shoulder. He still gripped himself, but now he took his free hand and ran it over his mouth, back and forth, as he stared at her ass and pussy. Giving her bottom one more slap, he placed the tip of his erection at her opening again. He didn’t slam into her this time, though, and instead eased his cock into her cunt. Once fully seated in her body he held her waist and groaned deeply.

  Over and over he pulled out and pushed back in, never increasing his speed, but making sure to fill her completely and thoroughly, making her beg him for it harder, deeper, faster. She bowed her back, her eyes closed, her heart stopping, but then starting up rapidly. Forcing her eyes open, Izabella looked over her shoulder again to watch him fuck her. With his focus on where he was buried deep inside of her, she could see the concentration on his face. He was holding back, prolonging this, making them both suffer in only the best way.

  He was nearly out of her body, his cockhead poi
sed right the entrance of her pussy when he slammed into her so much harder than before. She gasped and braced her hands out in front of her to steady herself.

  “You’re holding back. Just come, Corbin. Fill me.” She didn’t know where the words came from, but she welcomed them and didn’t regret saying them. Corbin curled his fingers into her hips harder, and shoved back into her again.

  “Oh, God.” She closed her eyes as a ripple of pleasure passed through her. He did it again and again, keeping a bruising grip on her as he pounded into her already deliciously sore pussy. She was so close to getting off again. As if he read her mind Corbin reached around her belly, found her clit with his fingers, and started rubbing the fuck out of that little bud.

  The sensations crashing through her—him rubbing her clit, his piercing pressing against hidden nerves deep inside of her, and her pussy rippling around his cock—had her pleasure peaking to a volcanic level.

  “Yes. More.”

  Her breasts shook from the force of his thrusts, and the sound of their damp skin slapping together filled her ears. He grunted and growled behind her like some kind of feral animal, and started slapping her ass with one hand.

  Smack!

  Slap!

  Smack!

  Over and over he did this, fucking her, spanking her and rubbing her clit.

  God, how can he do so many different things at the same time? Who cares? It feels incredible.

  With one final groan he buried the full length of his shaft inside of her and came. She swore she could feel his cum pumping into her body, could feel his spunk filling her. When his body relaxed and she knew his orgasm was waning, she felt his warm, humid breath coasting along her nape.

  “Fuck, Izabella.” He pulled out of her, and she immediately felt his cum start to slide out of her. He gave one of her ass cheeks a squeeze before falling to the side, wrapping his arm around her waist, and pulling her close to his chest.

  She was high from the sex, still buzzed from the alcohol, and all she wanted to do right now was sleep in this post-euphoric haze.

  But as sleep started to take hold, the sensation of Corbin moving his fingers along her side, and of the feeling of his seed spilling slowly, sexually, out of her pussy, had realization slamming home hard.

  I just had unprotected sex with Corbin.

  Chapter Seven

  Corbin hadn’t been able to sleep more than an hour or two, and all he could think about was the fact he’d finally had Izabella. It wasn’t some dick thought, or where he would have high-fived his buddies. No, he’d finally had her, and things felt right. They felt good. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hands flat on the mattress, and his focus on the barely rising sun peaking over the horizon. Corbin heard Izabella sigh softly in her sleep, and he glanced over his shoulder to look at her.

  She was on her belly, her face turned in his direction, and her dark hair spread out across the white pillow. He’d fucked her without a condom, and although he hadn’t realized it until after the fact, this alpha, caveman part of him rose up at that thought. He’d filled her with his cum, watched it slip from her pussy like he’d marked her.

  Breathing out and lifting his hand to run it over his stubble-covered jaw, he turned back toward the window. He watched the sun continue to rise until he heard his cell phone vibrate with any incoming call. Rising off the bed and grabbing it from his pants pocket, he looked at the screen.

  Crestin.

  Why was his sister calling him this early? That had him going on the alert. He answered the call, but quickly grabbed his jeans and slipped out of the room before shutting the door behind him.

  “Hello?” he said softly, not wanting to wake Izabella.

  “Corbin?” Crestin said right before she turned down her radio, which had been blasting.

  “You okay? Why are you calling so early?” He put his jeans on, void of his underwear, and zipped them up.

  “I got in a fight with Rich. He’s an asshole.”

  He straightened. “How much of an asshole?” Corbin didn’t care for that prick Rich and his self-righteous ass. He was conceited and only thought about himself.

  “I don’t want to talk about it over the phone. I’m on my way over. I hope that’s okay, because if not I’ll see you in about half an hour.”

  It must have been pretty bad if she had left this early to come back home. “You’re always welcome, no matter what, you know that.” He scrubbed his hand over his face again, looked at the closed door to Izabella’s room, and didn’t know how this would all play out.

  After he got off the phone with Crestin he opened the door. Izabella was facing the door now, her eyes open, the sheet pulled up to her neck. They didn’t say anything for several seconds, and he didn’t move, not sure how she’d react after all of this. She sat up, holding the sheet to her chest, and looking nervous as hell. Shit, he felt nervous, as well. He’d never wanted a woman for more than one night, and he’d never cared if that was a bastard thing to think.

  “What now?” she asked.

  He was glad she hadn’t kept that in, because apparently he didn’t have the balls to bring it up before she had. He moved further into the room and sat down beside her, looking at the ground, trying to realize what he’d say to her. How would she react if he told her he wanted her for more than just the one night? They’d said things during the heat of the moment, and as much as he wanted her, Corbin also didn’t want to fuck this up and ruin things between them.

  And sleeping with her couldn’t have done that?

  “Shit, Izabella.” He ran a hand over his hair, and finally lifted his head to look at her. Her bright blue eyes were trained on him, and despite the fact she tried to look unruffled, he could see she was on edge.

  I am, as well.

  He opened his mouth, maybe to tell her he wanted her, like really fucking wanted her and was tired of fighting it, or maybe to tell her things would work out in the end. But before he could even say anything she smiled, stopping him.

  “Let’s talk about it when last night isn’t still in our faces, and we can think about it all, okay?”

  Something in him said he wanted to talk about it now, that he wanted to tell her right this moment how he felt, but he clenched his jaw and nodded. If she needed time, which it was clear she did, he’d give her that. He wasn’t going anywhere, though, and he wasn’t letting her walk away without knowing how he felt.

  There was also the issue with Crestin, and how she’d react to the fact he wanted Izabella. His twin might not care, but then again she might because of how close she was with Izabella. That was another hurdle he’d have to face eventually.

  “Crestin’s coming to stay with me.”

  Izabella straightened. “Really? For how long?”

  He shrugged. “Not sure. She’s having issues with that asshole she’s been seeing.”

  Izabella looked down at her lap, nodding. The silence stretched for a moment, and he knew she might be thinking about telling Crestin about this. Even if Izabella didn’t want him for more than what they’d shared last night, she might feel obligated to tell Crestin about what happened. He wasn’t ashamed, and had no issues telling his sister what he wanted with Izabella, but he didn’t want any relationships getting fucked over this.

  Damn, this has to work out, because I’m done trying to fight this.

  “I’ll have to call her later today so we can get together,” Izabella said softly.

  “Yeah, I’m sure she’d love that. It’s been a while since you guys saw each other.”

  She nodded, and a second later lifted her head and looked at him again. He saw the way her throat worked as she swallowed. Her pulse was also beating rapidly at the base of her throat, and her knuckles were white as she griped the sheet tightly.

  Corbin couldn’t help it. He reached toward her and took one of her hands in his. She was tense beneath his touch, but he smoothed his thumb over the back of her hand, and looked in her eyes. “We’ll talk later, okay?” He hoped s
he could see the sincerity in his words, and that he wasn’t going to let this go.

  She nodded, licked her lips, and he knew he needed to leave before he took the sheet away from her, lay her back on the bed, and worshipped her body like it was meant to be.

  ****

  Izabella kept the sheet wrapped tightly around her body and stared out her bedroom window. She watched as Corbin walked across the yard to his house, his big body moving in fluid motions, and the memories of what they’d done last night playing through her head. Her body ached in the most delicious of ways, and just thinking about him, of what they’d done, had her entire body tingling, heating with her arousal.

  Yeah, she was getting wet for him and he wasn’t even in the same room.

  Get a damn grip. Crestin is back in town, and how do you think she’ll react to the fact you slept with her brother, no less? How do you think she’ll feel when she finds out you want him, and not just as a booty call?

  She closed her eyes and shook her head at her thoughts. Did she even want to tell Crestin about wanting Corbin, that she had feelings for him … that she loved him? And she was in love with Corbin, had been for a long time, but she’d managed to keep those emotions back, kept them hidden. He’d never showed her any interest until last night, and that might just have been because of the heat of the moment. It wasn’t like she’d been too drunk to know what she’d been doing, because she knew what they’d done, and she’d been willing the entire time.

  Moving away from the window once Corbin was in the house, she knew she needed to decide what her next step would be. She didn’t want this to drag on and certainly didn’t want to brush it under the rug. But maybe seeing how Corbin would react would be the best route? Izabella didn’t want to make a fool out of herself, because if she did tell him her feelings, and it turned out he didn’t reciprocate them, well, she didn’t know how she’d handle it in the privacy of her place.

  Izabella went into the bathroom and turned the light on. After she shut the door and let the sheet fall to the floor, she turned and looked at herself in the mirror on the back of the door. Looking at her reflection, the mirror was long enough she could see everything above her knees. Her skin was on the pale side, and she could see faint blue bruising on both sides of her hips, and even on her inner thighs. Widening her stance, she ran her fingers over the light discoloring on her inner legs, her heart beating faster as she remembered the firm grip Corbin had on her when he’d fucked her.