But ISAAC moves ISAAC's arm to bar her way. ISAAC'm not finished with her yet… She ducks under his arm, but he blocks her way. And an unnerving undercurrent unfurls between them.
"Don't you dare lie to me once more, KYOLINE DIEGO. You're a poor liar, and you won't get away with it on me."
She purses her lips. It's just a nuisance when a dress has a security tag attached to it. Not only is it frustrating, but it means she has to find some back door or staff exit to leave through when she takes it off a boutique. But it's worse when it means she gets caught by someone like ISAAC. She's incompetent at lying and just wants to leave him as soon as possible.
She tries to make a break for it, scrambling in the opposite direction of the KASH MANCHESTER, but he has her pressed into the wall once again. "I'm not letting you go that easily…"
Their eyes meet.
But this is different.
She gazes deeper into his brown eyes. Sees how deep they are. How hot. How hungry. Hungry for her.
He brings what little space there is between them together.
Her throat tightens.
His lips brush hard on hers.
And all thoughts are blown out of her head like a tempestuous wind in search of liberty in the air. The only pressure of his mouth. The heat of his body. The pull of his hunger.
He spreads her lips with his tongue, holding her head in his muscular hands, and deepening the kiss, sucking on her bottom lip and teasing it with his tongue.
She slowly returns his strokes. Is breathing him in as she feels his tongue smooth upon hers. Exhales softly, drawing him closer, his body against hers rubbing as his tongue curls and flicks and teases her. And for all of it, she wants him. All he's offering and more.
His passion blazes inside her. Fanning the flames of desire in the pit of her belly. She grunts and arches her hips, grinding on him, famished for more as his own lip locks deepen.
He gobbles her up, taking her in any way he can. His hands explore everywhere over her body. Holding her ass, he draws her in until his hands explore her legs and slide beneath her skirt.
He groans, and she can feel how tense he is against her. He turns his wrist to sweep his knuckles across her panties in the lightest possible touch.
She shivers. "Please." She knows it's a ridiculous request. But she needs him. And her orgasms are one thing she'll let him take care of.
Groaning on her mouth, he kisses her in that same starving way that has her writhing against him harder even than before.
He pulls her snug dress up. Ties it around her waist.
And she tenses for a second. "It's daylight…"
"I won't let anyone see," he growls. His hand caresses the lace of her thong against her puffy folds.
She whimpers as her body instinctively curves into his hand.
"You won't be worried in a few minutes. Not when you're coming all over my hand." A low sound leaves her throat. It sounds vaguely like his name. But it doesn't matter what she's saying because he keeps touching her. Stroking her.
Until she wants to give him what he wants. And as long as they both get the pleasure they need, nothing else matters right now.
"You're wet through, KYOLINE DIEGO. Wet for me." His gruff voice rumbles in her ear before he licks the area just below. "While I want you loud and panting for me, I want you quiet, so no one discovers. I need to get you off."
"Yes," she pants. She does not wish for him to cease now. Can't have him cease.
"Good girl."
His fingers push her thong out of the way. And she breathes in as he slides his fingers from the opening to her sensitive clit, throbbing. He leans into her with his forehead. "So hot and so fucking wet for me."
He kisses her once more, his tongue swirling and darting to the beat of his fingers. She's moaning at the increased speed.
Her legs shake. Her thighs tensing around his hand as she gets closer with every strum of his fingers against her swollen clit.
Her eyes flicker to the parking lot as she hears a car pull in. Someone's going to see ISAAC pressing her into the wall, her dress hitched up, and his hand between her legs.
"ISAAC, we'll get caught?— "
"Half the fun, baby," he exhales into her ear. "As hot as you look and as hard as I've been thinking about you, this just makes everything the fucking hotter."
"But someone from the KASH MANCHESTER might come by?— "
He drives two thick fingers into her cunt, silencing her into a gasp. She whimpers and bites her bottom lip.
"Bite me instead, baby. Let me see how much you enjoy my fingers."
She nestles her face against his neck as she whimpers. His fingers curl deep within her, stroking her G-spot over and over as his thumb manipulates her clit. Toying and playing with her until she's weak and dizzy.
She clings to him. Holding on to his arms and his suit for dear life. Positive her legs are going to collapse. "ISAAC, I."
She looks up and frantically scans to determine if the person who came into the parking lot is heading to the KASH MANCHESTER still.
But she can't deny the thrill of being caught adds a whole other element to what they're doing.
She nips at his neck and mutes her moan as he drives harder and deeper into her.
Listen to that, baby? You're so fucking wet for me that I can hear my fingers fucking you," he groans into her as he fills her pussy repeatedly. "So wet, so tight, so fucking perfect, KYOLINE DIEGO. I knew I'd like being with you, but you're even better than I pictured," he adulates, his voice low and husky.
She's almost there. Her pussy is gripping his fingers, and her head rolls back into the wall and to the side. She glances around to check for anyone approaching.
She hears someone.
But she doesn't want him to do this. He can't do this. Not now…
She strokes his cock through his pants with her hand, needing him. But he shakes his head. "No, baby. This is all about you."
He turns her head towards him and kisses her more fiercely, hungrily. He presses against her, chest to her aching nipples while his fingers still explore her pussy and his thumb still plucks at her clit.
He's so damn overwhelming. How is she ever going to stay goddamn sane through this?
The footsteps she'd heard are fading away—thank God, someone is heading for the other door.
"You're so fucking gorgeous," he growls, before nipping at her bottom lip and jamming his fingers as deep as they can go.
Her head rolls back, and he kisses the column of her throat, sucking the sensitive flesh there. But she can't help worrying. "What if someone comes along and — " "What if you're a good girl like I've taught you to be? What if you rub yourself on my fingers just as much as I fucking need you to?
What if you enjoy it so much that you want me to keep doing it over and over again?
" His thick fingers spread inside her while he presses down on her clit.
She's panting in his ear now. She groans when he curls his fingers each time he thrusts them inside her.
His thumb circles her clit in hard, rapid strokes. She knows she's going to come.
She bites into his shoulder.
ISAAC snarls in her ear. "Come for me. Don't care about anyone else and be selfish. Come on my fingers, baby."
Her muscles knot as everything tightens
Her head falls back again.