LOGINChapter 9.Isadora melted into the kiss, her body arching forward as sexual sparkles flew across her system. Her heart raced rapidly in her chest as he kissed her hungrily, devouring every inch of her mouth.She knew she should pull away, of course she knew she should, but how could she? When his huge palm wouldn’t stop moving around her body, caressing and pulling her deeper into himself in ways that only made her breath flutter.This was terrible, the kiss, the want, the desire, and the way her pussy dripped shamelessly into her thighs, all of that was fucking terrible, but she couldn’t bring herself to pull away, not when his hand was already sneaking into her clothes.Alessio’s breath turned heavy with every shared kiss, his hand moving around every inch of her body, pulling her closer and deeper into himself, while he sucked the breath out of her.This was insane, the softness of her body against his, the hardness of his cock within his pants. The air between them tightened, ra
Chapter 8. Isadora’s legs halted and she stood still, her heart pounding hard against her ribcage. Just when she had thought he had not seen her. Her legs wobbled, her back burning from being watched. She could feel Alessio’s gaze on her, burning and dragging across every inch of her. He was angry. He didnt know just how much he needed to express his anger. He had heard that Mitchell had a beatfriend. He has never cared about women or anything, but surely, he knew that he needed to care about the person his daughter moved with.And weird, but he had anticipated meeting her, he just didn't believe that the call girl whom he had fucked and enjoyed every inch of was his daughter's boyfriend. It felt surreal and on top of that, it burned, knowing that his daughter was friends with this kind of person, but what burned most was the tiny part of him that wanted her. The shameless part of him that wanted to strip her off every obstacle called clothes, spread her legs wider than that nig
Chapter 7.Dad? Dad’s best friend? No. No… this can’t be happening… her eyes moved from Mitchell then back to Alessio. This can’t be happening. The man who had spread her legs wide and fucked her pussy good was her dad’s best friend?Isadora’s heart pounded in her chest as his eyes dragged across her body, slowly unraveling and accentuating every curve like it was his first glance of her.His expression looked calm and collected, but she didn’t know what was going through his mind.What if? What if he got angry? What if he flared up? What if he turned to Mitchell, yelled and called her a fool for bringing a call girl to his house?Her mind raced with a thousand more possibilities and she just stood there, legs wobbling in fear.Mitchell stood between them, staring at her father then back at Isadora.“Why are you not saying anything?” she asked gently, nudging at Isadora.“Saying?” Isadora’s lashes fluttered and she blinked back, trying to process Mitchy’s words till they landed on her
Chapter 6. Isadora’s back arched off the bed, her stomach churning as his cock slammed deeper into her pussy. “Arghhhh!! God!!! Yes!!!” Her eyes rolled backward, pussy wrapping tightly around his cock while she trembled violently from the pleasure of being fucked rightly. “Damn!” Alessio gritted, nails digging deeper into her hip while he fucked her pussy harder, throwing his head backward from greater pleasure. “Oh… god… yes!!! I am…” Her body trembled, toes curling as he rammed himself deeper into her pussy which was now splashing around with juice. “I am going to cum! I am going to cum…” Isadora cried, tears rolling past her cheeks in pleasure. Alessio’s pace fastened, his cock slapping deeper into her wet pussy. “Cum for me,” he groaned, voice heavy and breathless. As though his words were everything she had been waiting for, her body tensed, orgasm crashing into her like a tidal wave. “Arghhhhhh…” She screamed, unable to control her body which was now thrashing back and f
Chapter 5. Isadora’s heart skipped at the sudden realization. Agency? Slut? Whore. All those names were for call girls. And she wasn't. She was a call girl. But how does she explain that she wasn't? How does she explain she wasn't a call girl when her body was burning and her pussy was dripping and desiring more of him? She should pull away, a voice whispered in her head, but Isadora was too weak, too needy, and too helpless to pull away. Her skin was on fire, and her pussy was pleading and dripping so hard for him to fuck her. She didn't want this… but her body wanted it and she couldn't fight against it. So she just settled into his huge arms, reminding herself that she would never meet him again, and this…. This was just a one-night thing, to get rid of the state Manson has placed her in. And to also relieve herself of this unshakable urge. The door to a room opened and Alessio walked them into his private suite, the cool air of the room grazing their skin as he shut the doo
Chapter 4. Slut? The word struck her like a slap, but his command struck her like lightning. Alessio’s voice was calm, too calm to have made her body jolt with so much sensation. A feeling rose between her thighs, daring her to take the bait. No one. Absolutely no one in this world has ever called her slut. But he did. And somewhere between shame and pleasure. She loved it. Her eyes dropped down to his cock, watching him as he leaned back into the chair before directing her gaze back to the tip of his cock that was already leaking with precum. ‘Leave.’ A voice in her head yelled… and something in her yeiled to that. Yes. She should leave. Just because she was drugged and dripping and unable to control herself doesn't mean she was helpless. With all power mustered, Isadora made to pull away, but just as she turned, Alessio's hand found her hair, yanking her back into her pussying. “Ouch….” Isadora flinched, her eyes squinting from the pain of his grip. Alessio leane







