Nate Part 4

When I manage to pull away, when I manage to ignore the magnetic aura of this woman, I get out of bed. I quickly strip off my clothes, afraid she'll run off, but she doesn't. She just challenges me with tear-filled eyes and an entirely furious expression, her gaze roaming over my tattoos, taking in every design that decorates my body. My eyes travel down to her pussy, red from the friction of my fingers, glistening with wetness, exposed as she leans back against the headboard, her legs bent and open, and it's the most delicious thing to see.
I know she's affected by my words. Maybe because I said the kiss didn’t mean anything, that I want to destroy her, or simply because she hasn’t come yet. Most likely, it's a mix of everything, and that’s the most exciting option.
As soon as I return and stand before her body, kneeling on the mattress and sinking into it, Isabela tries to crawl backward, playing coy, which doesn’t suit her at all. But she's already against the headboard of the bed. There's no space left to run.
"There are no dropped defenses here, Nate. And your kiss meant nothing to me. Just like nothing about you ever mattered. You're just a damn shadow from my past. And you know what, idiot? It was *you* who came to me, who can’t stay away and—"
I don’t let her finish. My cock is brushing against her full lips, my knees braced on either side of her shoulders. Her eyes widen, swallowing nervously as she stares at my dick, horrified by my audacity.
I have no limits. And Isabela will need to learn that the hard way. It’s going to be fun making her realize I can play dirtier than she could ever retaliate.
“Think you can shut up, or do I have to shove my cock down your throat for that?” I ask, grinning victoriously at how scared she looks.
She tried to get to me, but I'm in control here. Her words won't take root in my mind. Not now.
Isabela is so small, and that turns me on like crazy. I rub the moisture escaping from the head of my cock against her swollen lips from our kiss. She gasps, rolling her eyes up to meet mine. Fuck! Her eyes scream desire, even though she's trying to fake it. Then I drag the tip of my cock down to brush against the bite marks still decorating her chin.
All these remnants of my brutality ignite the sense of possession that runs through me when it comes to this devil. I want this woman! I want to fuck, bite, and mark her all over. But I know I can’t cross certain lines. She ruined the work I dreamed of, and she has no idea of the shitstorm that followed after my father turned his back on us at the restaurant—the chain of destruction she set off in my life.
Isabela deserves to be fucked in the worst way possible!
“Suck this shit!” I order through gritted teeth, slapping my cock against her cheek. She flinches and blinks at the shock of the light smack.
“No!” she snarls. “And if you try to shove that huge thing in my mouth, I’ll bite it off!”
I smile at the threat. I know exactly what to do to break this rebellion. I slide my hand along my cock, watching her pretty face as I do. She looks angry, but her curiosity gets the better of her as she watches every stroke I give myself, noticing how I tease it in a way that feels so damn good, savoring her curiosity, using it to get even harder. I stroke myself enough to start feeling the rush of climax building, then grab her thick, grape-scented hair, yanking it back as I keep jerking myself.
“Pay attention, Isabela! I can cum all over your face without caring if it gets in your eye or down your nose, or you can open that mouth and swallow everything. Your choice!” I growl impatiently, feeling the climax approaching. As she glares at me with hatred, I’m pushed even closer to the edge of desire. “I’m almost there, Little Sun. Seems like you’re choosing option one.”
Realizing she won’t open her mouth, I speed up the motion on my cock, burning with desire, going crazy at the thought of cumming all over that perfect face. But just as I reach the peak, Isa surprises me by taking me into her mouth, timidly sucking on the head of my cock. Her small, wet lips grip my shaft, making me roar as I explode onto her tongue. Her cold piercing brushes against my tip, making me cum even harder. My heart nearly bursts out of my chest, my legs shake as she holds my gaze provocatively, staring up at me with those defiant eyes.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuuuck!

When there’s nothing left to come out of my cock, because Isabela sucked every last drop, I start to pull it away from her lips. She swallows everything I gave her, her expression shutting down toward me.
"Isabela, Isabela! At this rate, I’m going to think you’ve been sucking some other dicks before mine..." I tease, getting up from the bed.
I run my hand through my hair, watching as the redhead pulls a beige blanket over her body, covering herself up to the point where only her face is visible. I had no intention of making her come anyway. And I would’ve loved if she asked or demanded that I keep my promise after my orgasm, just for the pleasure of denying her. But Isabela is smart enough. She’s already figured out that I won’t give her anything, that she won’t come with my help. Perfect!
“Yeah, sure, and they were way better than that pathetic excuse of yours!” she mocks, pretending to inspect her nails, acting bored.
“I’ll remember that, Little Sun. I’ll make sure to ask if it’s ‘pathetic’ when I’m burying myself in your ass!” I threaten. “And weren’t you the one who had trauma with men? How did you manage to suck those ‘less pathetic’ guys?”
The disdain and mockery on Isabela’s face suddenly vanish, and her expression hardens. She slowly lets go of the blanket she had been using as armor and stiffens her posture. Her eyes lock onto mine, holding them, and the way she exudes confidence catches me off guard.
“Look toward the door, Nate!” she points, smiling in such a chilling way that it’s impossible not to notice she’s really been affected. I turn my head over my shoulder, slowly. When my eyes land on the solid wooden baseball bat with the name *Toca* written in black at the base, it’s impossible not to swallow hard, not to be flooded with memories of the girl I abandoned, of the day I ended everything. That damn object was the only thing I left behind. “I’ve learned how to use it very well. And I won’t hesitate to smash your face in if you come here again,” she threatens, getting up in a fit of rage and walking toward me, intimidating despite being much smaller. She pushes me, seeming to double in size, furious, knocking me off balance. “So get the hell out of here, you son of a bitch! Get out!”
“No!” I refuse, grabbing her wrists.
She tries to hit me, to free herself, but quickly realizes it’s pointless. Her body starts to give in slowly, and I can see the exact moment when her anger is overtaken by a sob.
“Go, Nate!” she yells, starting to cry hysterically. “Please...”
I look down at her face. Her expression is a messy mix of rage and sorrow. What hurt her so much? She wasn’t like this, she even swallowed my cum!
I no longer have to use force to restrain her fury; now, I have to hold her up so she doesn’t collapse. My fingers brush over irregular contours on her wrists. They feel like... like... Shit! They’re scars. Isabela tries to pull away when she notices where my gaze is going, but I force her arms down, ignoring her sobs. Then I pull her wrists up, closer to my face.
Fuck!