Chapter 498 - Four Hundred And Ninety-Eight: Glorious (1/2)

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?”

”Unfortunately,” Isabella slapped away

his hand already reaching for her boobs, ”I'm the one in control,” She informed him as she pulled down his pants and underwear in one swift move.

”God,” She gasped, her eyes flickering to Pedro's, and asked, holding his gaze, ”Is this what I do to you?”

Pedro took a sharp breath in response, shifting uncomfortably on the couch. Even without touching him, the way she stared at him with unbridled lust was enough to make him come. Her luscious look aroused him.

Kneeling between his knees, Isabella pointed at his member standing at attention, ”That looks unhealthy, should I help you out?” she smirked at him knowingly.

”Fuck it, Isabella! You're killing me!” Pedro cursed to his disbelief. He couldn't believe that one day he would be begging for a woman's touch. Isabella sure brings out the worst in him.

”I don't hear you asking nicely,” she stood her ground.

”You're fucking damn serious?” he couldn't believe her.