Manson stood between her parted legs, his gaze lifted as a dangerous smirk curved his lips.
"Isabella, I love your nasty soft moans," he said, voice hoarse, "why don't we take these br* off and get to the real business?"
Isabella's heartbeat thudded; the heat in his gaze was enough to weaken her knees.
"You can eat me up, baby," she said softly.
"And," slowly slid the strap from her shoulders. "That's what I intend to do today; I'm going to f*ck the hell out of you."
The words sent a shiver through her spine.
His lips closed around her n****e, the wetness from his mouth meeting her skin. The other hand slid down to her p***y into the opening, revealing cl*t . The damp, slimming wetness filled the tip of his finger as it smoothly circled her cl*t; a gasp escaped her lips the moment he slid down into the opening.
He releases his mouth from her n****e.
"Now," he said slowly, his eyes burning into hers, "spread your legs for me."
The command came low.
Controlled.
