Blackmailing His Runaway Bride by Dance-is-me (mobi reader txt) 📖

Isabella could not get a proper grip of herself.

The words he said earlier… they shifted a lot within her and she was yet to survive their effects when his crazy touch came, igniting her skin. 

As Charles nibbled on the skin of her neck again, Isabella let out another small moan. Her hands went to grab a mass of his hair, and she recalled his words. 

He said he loved her. 

It was not the first time Charles would be saying such to her, but like the first time, it felt surreal to hear him say those heart-aching words.

 But she was glad. Everything within her soul danced crazily as she recalled his words again and again. 

And, her entire body yearned for him even more.

Charles did not miss the message Isabella was passing as she slightly raised her lower waist, almost bumping his groin. 

“You’ll have to be patient, baby girl.” The slight roughness of his chin rubbed her neck, the huskiness of his voice delighting her. “This will be painfully and amazingly slow.” 

“Charles…” He locked eyes with her and sent her a smile. Maintaining that action, Charles slid his body down hers, his chest grazing hers in a way that made her wish for more. 

“Ssh.” His hands had already raised her gown above her lower body, so she was halfway exposed to him. “Don’t talk my love,” Charles said before sniffing the side of her right thigh. 

He didn’t stop there. As if he was tracing a scent, he sniffed all the way to a point that was so close to her pulsing crotch. 

The way his heavy breath tickled her skin turned Isabella a little crazy and her body just had to dance seductively to welcome more of his touch.

His touch was just so good. 

“Charles…” Isabella begged with a low voice. She wanted him inside her already. 

“Shh.” Charles did the same sniffing thing for the other thigh, making sure to stroke the skin of the other thigh as slowly as possible.

When he was done, he looked up at her and slid back up, his arms on both sides of her head. “Hey Bella,” he sensually called, intruding on the night which was already getting filled with small moans and heavy gasps. 

“Hi...” The approaching response from the woman was pushed back with a kiss. She was about to pull his head closer when he broke the kiss and went back to her pussy. But this time, he gave her center a long lick through her cotton panties. “Charles…” her hip almost started to dance as his action woke a lot within her.

Isabella was almost crying when he repeated it, his tongue sliding over her growing wetness as slowly as possible. Bucking her hip toward him couldn’t be helped since he kept doing it. Screaming his name at a point could not be helped too. 

Within the gasping and moaning, Charles managed to take off her gown.

When that was successful, he stopped what he was doing and quietly unclasped her bra. Now, all that was left was her panties which she wished he would get rid of soon. 

Still hovering over her, Charles grabbed one of her breasts and slowly caressed. While he did that, Isabella’s hands were already working on taking off his shirt.

She thought it would be nice to have his bare chest against hers. 

Skin-to-skin with her man… that was a good thing. 

“Ohh…” Isabella moaned again as he teased a nipple with his tongue. But that was just a preview. The tongue rested and his teeth took over, gently rubbing her taut tit. “Please Charles…” she begged as she finally managed to get his shirt tossed somewhere. “Take me now.”

Her hands began to map his broad back.

But, a word didn't come from Charles. 

He looked so focused on what he was doing. When he took her other breast, his hand traveled to her center and he flicked his fingers through her wetness.

And, Isabella lost it. 

Her hands hurrying to his trousers, she begged even more, “Please, Charles.” She could tell he was hard, it was so obvious.

 So why was he delaying the anticipated moment that much? 

She really needed him inside her. 

Charles said nothing still and went from pleasuring her boobs to trailing peppered kisses all over her abdomen. 

“Please…” She was about to cry. Her entire body was in need of his shaft inside her. Their heats needed to meet. Then, she would finally feel less starved. 

To make things worse, he wasn't saying anything. His non-response drove her even crazier. 

Charles stopped his exploration of her abdomen and went to her heat again but that was after his eyes made contact with her pleading ones, a smirk coming from him. 

He took off her panties and she was finally bare. 

Charles did not waste time. Swiftly, he gave her clit a quick lick. The feel of his tongue on her sensitivity made Isabella release a feverish sigh. Then his tongue poked her nerved bud over and over again. 

Each time he did that, Isabella let out a small cry. It was painfully good. 

“Charles…” Isabella complained as he stopped what he was doing and got up. But the sad look in her eyes changed when she realized he was getting rid of his restrictions. Still sprawled on the floor, she watched as he silently took his briefs off before throwing them to a corner, his growing erection making him look sexier.

When his eyes caught hers watching him with absolute seriousness, Charles smirked and took a seat on the floor to her surprise. 

Sitting up wasn’t easy but Isabella got to it and confusedly asked, “Are you stopping?” 

He couldn’t do that to her. His hardness was already calling her. 

“Come here,” he said as intensely as possible and she almost jumped with joy. With rapid movements, she was soon in front of him, their eyes locked. As she waited for his next move, he took her by surprise by lifting her off the floor and entering her as slowly as possible.