“Tell me, Isabella.” The words were strained. I was dangerously close to losing it and coming all over her heart-shaped ass.

“I love you. Only you. Forever,” she said breathlessly, as my finger fucked her ass.

A warmth spread through me when I heard those words. I loved her too; she was my everything. The last three months with her had been heaven and hell wrapped into one. I wanted to be with her in every way imaginable, but she was still married to my father. Still sleeping in his bed although she claimed he wasn’t fucking her.

With my finger still moving inside her ass, I positioned myself and drove into her warm, wet sheath. Her head flew back and she cried out in pleasure.

As I moved inside her, I realized she was growing wetter and wetter by the minute. And holy hell, her pussy was sucking me in like a fucking super charged vacuum.

Suddenly my eyes flew open, my heart still racing. The arousal from my dream still lingered, but it grew exponentially when I realized that it wasn’t dream Isabella’s pussy sucking my cock. It was real life Isabella’s mouth.

She pulled back and released me from her mouth. “I was wondering how long it would take you to wake up.”

Before I could answer, she went back to her task and any words I might have uttered died on my lips.

“Fuck yeah,” I muttered when she sucked one of my balls into her mouth and rolled it around her tongue.

“I want you to eat me,” she whispered as she crawled up my body, removing her nightgown on the way. Her breasts bounced enticingly as she moved. I reached up to cup them, my thumbs running back and forth over her nipples.

“What about my dad?” I asked softly, aware that he was just down the hall.

“I don’t care about him. I need you, Collin.”

She whimpered when I pinched her nipples hard, just the way she liked. Straddling me, she rocked her pussy back and forth on my chest, marking me with her juices. She then moved up my body until her knees were on either side of my head, her pussy hovering over my mouth.

My tongue snaked out and tasted her. I made a sound in the back of my throat that showed my appreciation for her flavor. She loved when I was vocal while eating her, and I wanted nothing more than to please her in every way.

“I love riding your face,” she gasped as I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it in quick succession. I hummed my consent against her folds and continued exploring her.

She was so primed from blowing me that it didn’t take long before I had her panting and moving wildly against my tongue and fingers. Wanting to try the move from my dream, I gathered her juices with my index finger and teased the puckered hole of her ass. When Isabella bucked harder at the contact, I slid the digit in up to my first knuckle then slowly dragged it out before pushing back in a little deeper.

“Oh God,” she cried out and came in a rush against my face. I lapped at her, getting every last drop, until she slumped against the headboard of my bed.

My hands gripped and kneaded her ass as she came back down from her orgasm.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” she asked as she crawled back down the bed to lie next to me. Her fingernails dragged down my chest and back up. “It wasn’t another girl was it?”

Was that jealousy I heard in her voice? I felt my chest puff up a bit at that idea.

“No. I was dreaming of doing it to you when you woke me up,” I admitted.

“Good. I know I’ve said it before Collin, but I mean it. I don’t want you with anyone else. This cock is mine and mine alone. Do you understand?” She squeezed my cock, and I winced from her manhandling.

“You’re the only one I want, Isabella. I… I love you,” I stammered out my confessed feelings for her.

After the first time we had sex on the kitchen table, Isabella had told me in the shower that I needed to stop seeing Heather if I still wanted to fuck her. Of course I agreed. Even if she hadn’t given me the ultimatum, I wouldn’t have wanted another girl after everything I’d experienced that night.

“I love you too, my sweet boy. So, so much. That’s why your father can never know about us. He wouldn’t understand, and he’d try to take me away from you,” she spoke firmly against my skin as her lips trailed down my chest.

My hand cupped her cheek and forced her gaze to mine. “I’ll never leave you,” I told her with conviction.

Relief flashed across her face before she gave me a mischievous smile. “Good boy. Now let’s try something different. You gave me a great idea with your little stunt earlier.”

Isabella maneuvered her body so she was straddling my hips with her back to me. She rose up on her knees and reached between us to guide me to her. Slowly lowering herself onto my once again erect dick, she ground down on my pelvis making me see stars.

Bending over at the waist she began riding me—reverse cowgirl.

Fantastic.

I gripped her hips and thrust mine up in time with her movements.

“Give me your finger,” she breathed in between little hip circles that had my toes curling. She leaned back and sucked my digit into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip. When she let it go, she leaned forward, and instructed me, “Now be a good boy and fuck my ass.”

My dick swelled inside her as I fought my impending orgasm. I loved when she talked dirty to me. Maybe a little too much seeing as I was already about to come.

Doing as she asked, I slipped my index finger into her puckered hole. Each thrust brought me a little further inside. Inserting a second finger, I felt my dick through the thin membrane. It sent a jolt of electricity through my body each time I pressed down against it.

“God, Collin. Keep doing that.”

I happily obliged and let her rocking rhythm take me to the edge. “I need to come, Isabella,” I warned her.

“Not until I come. You know the rules.” She slapped my thigh and sped up her movements. It only served to bring me closer to the brink. Closing my eyes, I gritted my teeth and concentrated on holding back my impending orgasm. It would be so easy to let the pleasure consume me. I wanted it so very badly.

Adding a third finger, I then focused on bringing her pleasure in an effort to prolong my own. Isabella’s entire body tensed and bucked with her orgasm. She bit down on her knuckles trying to keep her moans and screams quiet.

When her pussy muscles milked my cock, I let go and came in short, hot bursts inside her.

No matter how many times we had sex, I was constantly blown away by how good it could be. I was growing addicted to the feeling. A few months earlier, I had even lost all train of thought during my final exams. All I could think about was getting home and having a few hours alone with Isabella before my dad got out of work. Thankfully my final report card for senior year showed that I hadn’t completely tanked. It would have been hard to explain that one to my dad.

Stroking the soft skin of her back, I rode the lingering waves of my release. Isabella placed a light kiss to my leg before climbing off me. I watched with a sense of pride as my cum leaked slowly down her inner thigh. It had my dick stirring yet again, knowing that I had branded her.

“What are we going to do in a few weeks when I leave for school?” I asked Isabella, as she pulled her nightgown over her head and slipped on a robe.

I chose a college only a few hours away so that I’d be closer to her. I wasn’t ready to leave her. My father questioned why I went with my backup school at the last minute. I shrugged and gave him an evasive answer about rooming with my long-time friend, Brad. As the weeks ticked by, a sense of unease settled in my stomach. I wasn’t ready to break our connection, especially not five days a week. I was used to seeing her every day, and touching her most nights.