Nate Part 2

"I told you to stay away, Little Sun. But you really want to get burned. You messed with my dinner, ruined my graffiti..." I whisper in her ear, finally wrapping my hands around her narrow waist, squeezing to feel the soft flesh, noticing how she melts under my touch. I arch my body so my lips can graze the lobe of her ear. "You’re playing dirty, but what else could I expect from you, Isabela? You've always been filthy."
She tenses, her body stiffens, and it’s clear how pissed off she is by my insult. And I relish every move she makes, confirming I’ve hit a nerve.
"I don’t know what’s going on in that airhead of yours, but I’m sure you’ve gotten even dumber with time, Nate!" she yells, stepping away from me and stomping across the room, probably looking for a trash can. "I’m not fifteen anymore. I’m not going to change all my plans just because you’re mad at me. And I wouldn’t have messed with your graffiti or worn that outfit to your dinner if you had stayed the HELL OUT OF MY WAY!" I watch her angry face as she rants, shouting the last words. Her cheeks are way too flushed as she tosses the cigarette butt into the red trash bin. I give a little smirk when I see her freeze near the door to her bathroom. "I always knew you were a damn vandal, but a pervert too? Do you sneak into other women’s rooms to watch them sleep, or is it just me?"
"Only you, Little Sun..."
"Oh, go fuck yourself!" she mutters, stopping in front of the wardrobe and opening one of the doors, which seems a bit stuck. Her cat jumps away, then dashes into the bathroom. Isabela starts throwing a bunch of clothes out, tossing them over her shoulder into the middle of the room, and I dodge just in time to avoid getting hit by a bra. And while she bends over, the curve of her round ass peeks out from the edge of her nightgown. "Get off my back, man! Go bother that busty chick you’re always hanging onto and leave me alone!" she yells, now turning to me, holding a red plaid dress between her fingers and pointing it in my direction. "One day, I’ll slash that pretty face of yours with a razor, and then you’ll realize you should’ve run from me."
"You really think I’m scared of being cut by a little bitch barely five feet tall, with hard nipples poking through a tiny nightgown, who I know is dying to give it to me?" I mock, watching as she freezes, eyes wide, completely speechless.
I burst out laughing when she looks down at her chest, confirming what I’m saying. Isabela prepares to move, turning toward the bathroom, but I don’t let her. I lunge at her, pushing her against the wardrobe door she just closed, making her drop the clothes she was holding in her fingers.
"Let me go!" she whispers, panting, her chest rising and falling, as she squirms nervously under my grip.
Her eyes are blazing as she glares at me, but I don’t obey.
"You’re going to learn, snitch, that only one person is in charge here," I growl, spinning her around, feeling her ass brush against my hard length with the motion, then pulling her with me onto the bed. "And it’s not you." As I drag her toward the headboard, I bring her along with me, but Isabela doesn’t fight to break free. She just breathes erratically, and I can feel her heart racing frantically as I slide my hand down her nightgown, then grab one of her breasts. It’s so small and firm that it gets lost in my hand. I tease the hardened nipple with my fingertips, and it drives me absolutely insane. My mouth waters with the overwhelming desire to suck on that little breast, just like I did days ago. "You really are a bitch, Isabela. Why did you get so mad when I showed that to everyone? Yeah, I’m a vandal, a bastard, and much worse, but what about you? Are you really going to pretend you’re not just as much of a piece of shit as I am? That you’re the damn good girl in our fucked-up story?"
She growls some response, too low to hear, but shivers as I slide my hand down to her panties. Her hands are free to stop me from sliding my fingers between her thighs and finding out how soaked she is, but she doesn’t. And that’s an invitation. Isabela spreads her legs, actually widens them, then arches her hips forward, pressing her back harder against my body, giving me full access to that sinful part of her. And when I finally reach her, I shudder with the lust that floods through me as I confirm just how wet she is, to the point where my fingers glide effortlessly down from the top of her pussy all the way to the bottom, soaking them."

"Look at you, all wet for the vandal," I taunt. She tries to turn her face away from my fingers, which carry traces of her wetness, but I grab her face with my free hand, squeezing just enough to make her lips part, forcing her to taste herself. "Tell me, Isabela. How do you taste?" I whisper, my mouth brushing her ear. She's hot on top of me, burning up, with her sweet, intoxicating scent filling every pore of my body. This devil will be the end of me. "Does it taste good?"
She stays silent, but her ragged breathing and the way she swallows what I've put on her tongue give her away. Her hair brushes against my face as she flinches, realizing I’m not wasting any time and have already started lifting her nightgown. Isabela raises her arms, inviting me to continue, giving me free access to strip her bare. I toss the garment aside, and her panties quickly follow.
The room is bathed in daylight. As I lean over her small, slender shoulder, holding this forbidden fruit in my lap, I catch a glimpse of her pale pussy, with faint, soft hairs timidly growing back after a long-overdue wax.
My cock hardens even more at the perfect sight of her slightly prominent clit. When I run my hands down her body, spreading my legs to fully fit Isabela against me and improve my access to her pussy, with my rock-hard length pressing against her lower back, she shudders, letting out a barely audible moan. Isa seems to be fighting against the sensations, desperately trying to hide that she's enjoying it, swallowing her moans.
So proud!
Let’s see how long you can hold back from moaning!