Nate Part 3

Seeing her writhing against my chest as I reach her wetness, her pubic hair brushing lightly against my skin, is exhilarating. Every time her hair grazes my chin and that sweet, perfect scent fills my nostrils, my cock throbs in response. Blood courses through my veins at a different pace, driven by hunger.
I trace two fingers over her clit, feeling it swell under my touch. Isabela is trembling on top of me, her body vibrating as I circle her sensitive spot, teasing it, masturbating her slowly. I’m in no rush; the greatest pleasure is watching her struggle to contain her feelings, but she can't.
Ah, Isabela!
She’s trembling all over, her mouth slightly open, eyes squeezed shut, her face turning red. She arches her back, and every move she makes fuels my sadism—the pleasure of seeing her so full of need. A need that only I can fulfill.
My cock pulses, demanding to be freed from its confines, straining against my underwear. I shift her right leg over my forearm, using my free hand to reach the bottom of her pussy. The smell coming from her is overwhelming, intoxicating, filling me with an even stronger desire. Damn it! What a woman…
"Bastard!" she mutters, throwing her head forward as I increase the speed, rubbing her pleasure point faster.
"Already calling me names, Little Sun? I haven’t even started yet," I mock, sliding a finger from my free hand to the entrance of her pussy, circling the hot, sticky area outside, noticing how tight and untouched she still is.
"Ouch!" she whimpers as I push my finger inside her without any subtlety.
There it is… a moan! I smile at the control I have over her, this cunning woman who is now at my mercy. I want her to feel pain, to suffer. It’s not about her pleasure—it's about her agony. That's why I rub her clit harder, my fingers relentlessly tormenting her. Though I’m dying to flip her over and bury my face in her pussy, drinking all the liquid she's spilling onto my hand, I continue the torture. I penetrate her with two fingers, feeling how hot and tight she is, almost as if trying to push me out.
"Nate…" she whimpers, throwing her head back against my chest.
"What?" I ask, my own desire to fuck this woman reaching a fever pitch.
My body is burning alongside hers, ignited by the thought that I’m the only one who’s ever had her. She’s been completely mine, and the more she trembles under my command, the more I crave her. Even though this wasn’t what I initially intended, I’m fighting the urge to shove my cock inside her right now.
"Oh my God!" she growls, grinding her hips up and down against my hand, practically begging me to go faster.
The way she moves, snarling like a wild beast desperate to come, drives me insane. I can feel her getting close, her muscles clenching around my fingers in a tight, wet grip, her rhythm growing more intense. Isabela is flushed, almost purple, teetering on the edge of release, about to explode. Just as she’s about to reach her peak, I pull my hand away from her pussy entirely. She groans, trying to take control, placing her fingers on her clit, hoping to finish herself off. But I take immense pleasure in not letting her. I pin her down, immobilizing her arms with mine, preventing her from touching herself.
"Nate, please…" she begs, her voice filled with tears, but I remain unmoved.
This is pleasure, Isabela! *My* pleasure!
And I’m almost coming just from watching how consumed by desire she is, begging, acknowledging she’s at my mercy.
"Tell me what you want, Isa!" I tease, crossing my hands over her chest, keeping her arms completely pinned against her body. Isabela bends her legs, rubbing her thighs together, letting out small whimpers. I revel in how desperate she is, eager to reach her orgasm, dependent on whatever I decide to give her. "Just ask me," I tempt, my lips brushing her neck, still marked from the collar she used to torment me. She shakes her head, biting her lip. I savor every reaction—the way her breath falters, the way she squeezes her eyes shut to stop the tears, her flushed face making me want to come just from looking at her.
"Here’s the deal: I’ll come first, then I’ll help you with all that pent-up desire, okay?"
Isabela opens her eyes, turning her head to look at me, and I almost see a flame behind those eyes, matching her fiery hair. She’s furious, and I delight in biting the curve of her jawline.
This girl is stunning! Gorgeous as hell!

“I don’t trust you,” she responds with difficulty, her voice weak, and I can feel her chest in a frenzy, her heart on the verge of exploding. “Leave, and I’ll take care of this myself!”
“Of course not, Little Sun. I could stay like this for hours. It feels damn good having your ass rubbing against my cock. Now, I could touch you, make you come, release all that tension driving you crazy. But... I go first.”
When she says nothing, I begin nibbling on her ear. I know she’s angry, she wants to skin me alive, but she only tilts her neck, granting me access to kiss it. Instead, I suck on her throat, hard, making her scream. I smile at the purple mark that greets me. It’s my reminder for her—every time she looks in the mirror—that I won this round.
“You disgusting bastard!”
“And you have a thing for guys like me? Because your pussy sure seems to love it,” I retort, roughly grabbing her chin and dragging her face toward mine, doing what I’ve been dying to since I walked in. I don’t kiss her—I devour her. I pull her tongue into my mouth with force, and she nearly breaks herself to keep her head at the right angle for the kiss. Then she melts, softens in my mouth. She moans into the kiss, barely able to breathe. Our tongues tangle violently as my saliva mixes with hers. I bite her, sinking my teeth into the soft flesh of her lower lip, only stopping when she whimpers.
“Admit you want me! You could’ve kicked me out, pushed me away when I pulled you to the bed. But you didn’t, Little Sun. You don’t have any triggers when it comes to my touch. You opened yourself to me because you love the kind of trash I am. You’re turned on, and that’s why I’m still here. I’m as fucked up as you are, and I want you—even if you’re the biggest slut that’s ever been in my bed. Even if you ruined the work of my life! And about that kiss—it doesn’t mean a thing! So don’t drop your guard, Isabela. I still hate you. The only problem is, I want to fuck you just as much as I want to destroy you!”
My voice is almost feral as I speak, flipping her body with force and speed, pinning her beneath me.
I grab her wrists and lift them above her head, pressing them against the headboard. She’s once again immobilized beneath me, her breath erratic, hair disheveled, her skin covered with both old and new marks I left. When our eyes meet, they make promises like they did seven years ago. No words are necessary. We don’t need to shout what our gaze screams: we want to destroy each other. She hates me, and I hate her. I want her, and she wants me. This is our destructive, insane dance. We want to fuck each other… in all the worst ways.
Her bare, beautiful, pale chest rises and falls wildly, while the waistband of my pants rubs against her small, wet pussy. Her angelic face, sweet and innocent, untouched by anything but hate, stares back at me, soothing my anger, contrasting with the fury I direct at her. And I force myself to feel nothing as I see the fifteen-year-old Isabela naked beneath me, because that’s what her face shows me: the girl I once fell in love with in a burning, all-consuming way.