Chapter 497 - Four Hundred And Ninety-seven: Playtimes Over (2/2)

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,”