Isabela Part 3

I moan at the top of my lungs as he starts thrusting faster, so hard that the impact of his pelvis against my ass burns. New spasms begin to coil throughout my entire body, and when the precise strike of another orgasm hits me, I feel him start pulsing inside me. But I’m so lost, spiraling in my own pleasure, that I’m incapable of telling him to pull out in time. Finally, when my core stops throbbing, marking the end of my orgasm, Nate slides out and spills his hot cum on my lower back with a long, deep roar of pleasure.


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We made love like two wild animals for most of the afternoon, releasing all the pent-up desire we harbored for each other. Afterward, we cuddled, with Nate telling me amazing details about the Revolt. How he built this place, or the struggle to get investors to make the dream a reality. It's truly magical hearing his excited voice, filled with pride and passion as he talks about this place. I also shared my journey during the years I spent away from him, like working at Ravina, losing my best friend, my time studying Marketing, and my relationship with Bill. His face twisted with jealousy and rage when he learned it was the same guy who is now dating his sister. He didn’t say a word but showed it. He became so fierce and possessive, turning me over and fucking me in anger, gripping me tightly and leaving marks on my breasts, sometimes even biting with ferocity, marking his territory like the possessive animal he is. He unleashed that side of him that feels like he completely owns me, and I love it. I like that he gets jealous, that he fears losing me again, and because of that, he leaves me covered in traces of his possession. He practically yelled, "You're mine, damn it!" I nodded and dug my nails into his back, replying that he’s mine too. And only mine!
I know our love will always be a bit toxic because we’re both too jealous, and that’s an intrinsic part of us, ever since we were young. It won’t change. I’ll always go crazy if I see women throwing themselves at him, and I know Nate is capable of confronting any guy he sees getting too close to me.
I thought about telling him about my email with an offer to buy shares of Revolt, to put an end to his agony. However, since I’m still unsure if someone else is negotiating with Vinicius, I don’t want to give my kitten false hope. I’ll do what I can to try to put most of it in Nate's hands, because he loves this college. It’s the dream of his life, something that fills the void he feels inside, which hurts him and can only be healed by his work and devotion to this place. There’s no one better suited to run it than Nate. When you love what you do, you're able to manage it far better than someone who sees it as just a job.
I just grabbed a few things from my dorm and brought them here, while Nate remains asleep, lying on his stomach, hugging a pillow, his beautiful ass exposed, inviting me to bite it.
I took a shower, stole another shirt from my “boy,” and just finished making a capsule coffee. Finally, I grabbed my phone to respond to messages from my friends. This phone is an older device I had at home because I broke my new one during a jealousy fit. Before I left for the doctor, I put the chip in this one so I wouldn’t be out of contact.
I’m replying to Ana and Cristina’s messages, sitting in the chair I hate, because every time I look at it, I remember the Hazing. I need to ask Nate to throw this piece of crap away. Or I could toss it out the window myself.
I sip the steaming liquid and try to summarize the mess I made, Ian’s Story, the stupid cupcake, the cuts, how I basically agreed to move in with Nate, and how we’ve moved past all the mistakes we made with each other.
To avoid Ana lecturing me, I detail to her our agreement to start therapy and see a psychiatrist. And it worked. Instead of commenting on the mistakes I admitted to, my best friend focuses on congratulating me for deciding to address my emotional issues, though she clearly expresses how worried she is about what I did to my wrists and that she wants to see me in person to talk.
She just sent me a selfie of her with Harry, with Júlia sitting on his shoulders, her smile so wide it’s clear the little one is in fits of laughter. The caption brings tears to my eyes:
"Are you really going to try to leave us? I can’t imagine my life without you. We love you, you little shit."
"It’s nice to wake up and see you as the first thing, my beautiful redhead — Nate says with a rough, sleepy voice, turning to his side on the pillow. — I’m already hard again. Come sit on me, come!
And he doesn’t even need to say it, because his cock is practically saying, "Hi, want to give me a kiss?"
" For God’s sake, babe... not now. I’m so sore I could barely pee! — I confess, ignoring his smug chuckle.
" You’ll have to deal with it. You’re my woman. If your pussy’s sore, you can give me something else.
"Nate, I gave you a hand, don’t try to take the foot.
"Who said I want the foot? I asked for the ass.
"Shut up! — I burst into laughter as he gets up, bringing his delicious body to me. My cheeks ache from laughing so hard, but they’re rewarded with a sweet kiss. Damn! How can I fall in love with him for the second time, in such an insane way, with the same person? — I want you like this forever, sweet and surrendered to our love.
I wrap my hands around his waist, tilting my head back to try to see his face. It’s so good to talk about loving him, without having to bury feelings or wear armor. I want to be able to retire my thorns forever, and I hope Nate can help me with that. I want to be my best version, for us, for our relationship.

"You’re so beautiful, Isabela! I loved your girlish charm, but your womanly side is unreal, so perfect. You’re so hot, and damn… It’s unbelievable that you’re mine again," he declares, kissing me intensely, almost drowning me with his tongue. "I’m going to take a shower. Afterward, there are still things about my past that I need to tell you. About what my uncle confessed that made me burn him, about my mom, and also what I think we can do to expose your stepfather and find out who’s behind the blog. Even though we’ve forgiven each other, we still need to find out who wanted to destroy us."