Isabela Part 4

" Do you like my piercing, kitty? — I ask, bringing it to his cheek, seeing Nate get so crazy that he closes his eyes and leans on his tiptoes, making his cock scrape my shirt, as I leave a long lick on his fragrant neck. He seems even hotter, with his skin about to bubble. — Does it feel good when you lick me like that?
And I don't hold back, finishing the touch with a long and strong hickey, feeling the skin giving in and molding itself inside my mouth, and I feel very powerful when I do that.
The sadness I was feeling is being suffocated, drowned, while the only thing on the surface is an absurd desire to be swallowed... by Nate's cock.
" Wanting to mark territory, My Sun? — he asks, hoarsely, turning his face and biting my chin with such importance, that it almost seems... affectionate.
When I get a wider view of his face, I'm in ecstasy with his mouth swollen by my lips, or by the beauty of the purple stain on his fair skin.
"Weren't you mine?" I ask him, trying to make it seem like it's just a mere sexual provocation, but I don't even know if I want him to answer.
Nate takes the pen out of my cleavage, only to pull down the straps of my blouse, making the freezing temperature even more bearable on the nipples of my breasts.
"Unfortunately for me, Isabela..." he whispers lazily, lowering his face down my body, inhaling my scent in such an intense way that it leaves me disconcerted. And when his wet mouth closes around one of my breasts, I throw my torso even further towards her. When he sucks it, with such force that it even seems like he's trying to extract something, I let out a long and desperate moan. "I never stopped being. And I hate it." I was afraid to hear something else, but I have no idea if I'm more aroused by the sentence or by the suction. I tangle my fingers in his soft hair, out of my mind, feeling so many things at once that I don't want to moan, but to scream. I slam my breast against his mouth a few times in a row, crazy with the pops it produces.
I know that all my reason has left me, that I've run away, dying of shame at the way I weaken before him, this curse in the form of a man, the only son of a bitch who owns my skin, every part of me. The only one I've ever loved and who can touch me completely... When Nate rips my shirt off my body, and my breasts jump out on their own, he smiles. It's so perfect. It's a pure smile, even if it's tinged with lust. I feel his chest beating in frenzy as soon as my hands touch him at the height of his heart.
That smile caresses the deepest part of my being. I wish it would all go away, we would stop being such screwed-up people who fight, so we could just give each other this, pure smiles.
" I love those breasts, you know? You can slap them in my face whenever you want. — The slap he leaves at the base of one of them makes me scream, it stings, but then it just hurts, because Nate squeezes it without kindness, looking into my eyes with great desire, with the possession he feels for me screaming in his posture. — And they are mine! Only mine, do you hear?
My face breaks into a smile, which is interrupted because Nate kisses me once more and I let out much more than I want in his mouth: — I hate you for still loving you! — I confess between his tongue. And his lips lock, his whole body feels insecure, but I don't feel afraid of what will come next. — So, you angry little shit... From my perspective, you're the one who's everywhere, fucking with my head, destroying any sane part I still have, forcing me to touch my pussy in the shower, while I curse and cum calling your name.
I thought my confession would push him away, but it only makes him growl and intensify his massacre on my lips. His hands are everywhere, kneading me, squeezing so hard that he leaves marks, with the flesh letting out moans in the form of pain. He digs his nails into my skin, drags them, leaving a war that probably makes the skin give way and bleed, bites me all over, pulls my hair and rubs his cock against my panties. The rhythm with which he shows me his desire increases, accelerates, and, before I know it, my skirt is raised over my hips, with a fucking pen rubbing the fabric over my pussy.
My hands grip the countertop, closing my eyes as the fragile marker is slid against my swollen, sensitive, aching core, screaming to be explored. I throw my head back, dying of desire.
“So you still love me, My Little Sun?” he asks, dipping his head into my neck, leaving a light brush of teeth. I nod, lost, knowing that I will regret what I am saying. Nate looks crazy with desire, squeezing one of my thighs as if he is afraid it will run away, with the skin complaining. “And you are still mine?” I nod, nibbling on my upper lips, feeling my pussy squirt, while I am masturbated with the fucking pen that The delinquent uses it to paint things. He speeds up the friction, making me moan. I feel my shaft throb, screaming that it wants to be free, begging him to never stop. — Then say you're my bitch!
I look at him from above, with acidity, freaking out with the desire to cum and at the same time punch this bastard in the face.
“Don't be mad, Isabela,” he says in a hoarse tone of voice full of desire. He lowers his head and dives into my breast again, biting the nipple and pulling it with his teeth, roughly, forcing me to scream. Nate sucks so hard that his mouth slides and makes noises. — I love you and hate you in equal measure. So say you're my bitch. NOW!
I smile, loving hearing that he loves me too. Ignoring everything else, I focus only on the provocation that sharpens and shoots right at the tip of my tongue, while his huge hand lets go of my thigh only to close around my throat, as he continues the torture in my intimacy.
" You're my hot little dog! — I let out the insult, weakly, almost grunting, only to give up: — Oh, Nate... I want to cum!
" Do you really? — His mouth leaves my breast to moan the question. And I know he's a sadistic son of a bitch, because he stops masturbating me, pulling the object away from my pussy. My panties feel like the course of a river, running the moisture that leaves me flooded to my ass. — Then admit that you're my little bitch!
" Come on, you bastard! — I order, with a slurred, failing voice. — Keep going, please...