‘Darius…’ she whined. ‘Um, uh, Darius, just listen to meeee…’ she moaned, as he thumbed a nipple through the floral lace. She jumped up, wrapping her legs around him, her silky thighs caressing his hips, gyrating her sex against him. I love you. Now I’m not sure what’s got into you, but you’re not exactly being cooperative. He picked up the speed of his thrusts, rocking her body against the wall. Oh my God, Darius thought. He picked up the speed of his thrusts, rocking her body against the wall. ‘Mmh, I’m…what do you mean…I’m not, oh, like this?’ Something in Isabelle was terrified. Darius took his fingers, still coated in her sticky juices, and brought them up to her face, where he rubbed them against her softly parted lips. ‘Isabelle, I love this. I think you deserve a treat.’
Isabelle was too gone to care. Are you upset with me?’ She sounded on the verge of tears. Oh my God, Darius thought. ‘Isabelle, I love this. How fucking dare he. ‘Darius, this is serious. He would have thought he were fucking a doll were it not for the imperceptible sway in her hips that met his every thrust.
