A Lovers Revenge

Chapter Eleven (for those who read it)

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Chapter 11

I woke up, Isabelle has vanished. Her clothes were picked up from the ground and my clothes lay in a neat pile on the chair next to the desk. I threw on a pair of boxers and reached for my glasses which were folded next to the lamp on the cabinet. I recalled the memories of last night, her legs wrapped around me, me fucking her ruthlessly. Her calling out my name and me tasting her. Where did she go? Did she regret what we did? Fuck, I have to find her. I got dressed and rushed down the stairs.

My mother was washing the dishes in the kitchen, her eyes lit up when she saw me, a small tear trickled down her face. I made my way towards her; she hugged me in a tight embrace.

“You have made me so proud, you deserve everything” she sobbed.

I stroked her hair, calming her.

“Mom, where is Isabelle?” I asked as calm as I could.

My mother chuckled before looking up at me. Her eyes will full of love and happiness for me. I leaned down to kiss her forehead. She looked behind my shoulder, her eyes wide and the smile on her face turned bigger. I turned, in front of me was Isabelle, she was wearing a short strapless dress that ended in the middle of her thighs. She was inches taller than usual; I noticed her black lace pumps on her feet. She practically tackled the poor woman in John Smith’s who was about to pick the heels up as soon as Isabelle laid eyes on them. Her blond hair was curled and gathered up at the side. She blushed when she noticed my eyes lingering on her cleavage. Her breasts were going to pop out that dress, she looked breathtaking. My mother left the kitchen, giving us some privacy. I strolled towards her and took her face in my hands.

“I love you” I spoke, glancing down at her cleavage again.

She let out that musical laughter of hers.

“If you’re done talking to my breasts” she laughed. “I’d like to take you out, to lunch then dinner? I want to treat you like you treat me; I want to get to know you. Last night was amazing…you…were amazing. You made me feel cherished…safe. I love you with every breath I take, I want you to make love to me whenever you can, and I want you to claim me as yours. I want people to look at us and say I want that” she breathed.

She brushed her lips against mine; I grabbed the back of her neck, deepening the kiss.

Her arms wrapped around my waist, she rubbed herself against me. I groaned against her lips as she continued to grind against me. I ran my hands down her body, ending just under the hem of her dress. I ran them back up, my hands going under her dress. I hooked my fingers to the side of her panties and took them off, rolling them down her sexy legs. I hitched her dress up, bunching it around her waist and turned her to face the couch.

“Bend over” I commanded.

Her eyes filled with lust and love…for me as she did as I instructed. She jiggled her ass in the air,

“I’m going to take that sweet ass of yours” I husked.

I lightly trailed my fingers from her ankle to the inside of her thigh. She moaned my name. “Zac”.

I had my pants and boxers pushed down around my ankles by the time she said my name.

I pushed at her entrance, god, she was tight. I needed to prepare her before I entered her. I plunged my fingers inside her, she squeezed her thighs shut.