Chapter 22: Drunk Isabella

“Do you masturbate?”

His eyebrows shoot up at the unexpected. “Yes a lot, since you left me on my own.”

The corners of my lips fell but I recovered back soon. An idea popped up into my head and my eyes glinted. He was watching me closely with a visible interest in his eyes. I moved my hot, wet body towards him & his muscles tightened when I softly touched his chest.

“I always wanted to have you all to myself, you know,” I spoke up while looking at my moving finger that was slowly making a path downwards. “All the other women want you so much… but I only want you to just get pleasure from my touch because in my case, you’re the only man who can make me scream in every aspect.” I knew I sounded so possessive but f**k…. I don’t care about anything at all right now. His hands turned into fists as he fought the urge to touch me. “That’s why I want to do this…..” my fingers were now at the base of his c0*k, but I didn’t wrap my hand around it although it jumped up at the slightest touch, be