Love is a 25 year old designer who lives in Paris.
Her life isn't what you say normal,
her boyfriend Isaac comes from a very powerful mafia family, who happens to own the PSG football club.
Love thought she was happy but soon started to question ev...
Warning ⚠️ a little steam ahead. Read with caution.
"I want to hear you beg." He said looking straight onto my eyes.
His new sexy low tone in his voice turned me on so badly. He slowly moved his fingers up and down my most sensitive part making me gasp bringing one of my knee up tilting my hips forward.
"Do you want more" he asked whispered into my ear. I nodded my head, "You need to speak up baby" he said while unexpectedly inserting his finger into me. "fuck!" i moaned out in pleasure.
"You look so fucking hot like this" he said while working wonders with his finger.
I shot my eyes tightly already feeling a knot tightening in my stomach, he slipped another finger in causing my legs to tremble, I brace myself for what I knew was coming soon.
"Are you close?" he asked.
I nodded my head with a silent moan escaping my lips.
"Baby you need to speak" he said with his voice slightly cracking.
"Yes I'm close" I manage to say.
He worked his fingers faster causing me to scream with pleasure, as I felt the knot in my stomach unraveling, he kept going as I ride out my orgasm coming back down from my high. He pulled his fingers out my underwear holding it in front off me, I took it in my mouth looking directly into his eyes.
"Shit, you're not as innocent as you look" he said while licking his lips.
I smirk reaching for his jeans but he stopped me,
"Next time baby", I will only fuck you when you decide that you are mines.
"This is all you can have for now." He said fixing his clothes getting up off the bed.
He placed a kiss on my forehead, walking out the room, leaving me in total lust and confusion.
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