Hailey's POV

"You ready to go princess?"

"Just about!" I shout from inside of the bathroom, setting the straightener back down on the counter, unplugging it, fixing my hair one last time before stepping back into the bedroom.

I find Isaac standing near the entrance of our bedroom, one of his guys standing beside him, his arms behind his back as my husband continues to point at items and furniture around the room.

"I want it empty by the time we come back, you have questions about anything that does or doesn't belong, you get in contact with me and I'll connect you to her," he points towards me. "Got it?"

"Yes sir."

I smile and wave, "hi, Val."

He offers the smallest smile, "afternoon Mrs. Matteo. Got anything else that's heading down stairs?"

I shake my head, "nope, I think Beanie took care of everything."

He nods but I don't miss the grimences on his face when I mention Beanie and nearly wanna smack myself forgetting that the two of the men actually don't get along. Why? I have yet to know, Isaac refuses to tell me anything, it's not something that I have to be worried about he says.

Another thing I shouldn't be worried about is where we're going today. Isaac has an entire trip planned for us, out of the blue, and won't tell me the slightest bit of where we're going or what we're even doing. All he told me was pack for enough days, and even when I asked him how many days is that he replied with enough days. Damn nearly makes me wanna strangle him.

I grab the small brown Louis Vuitton backpack from the bed and sling it over my shoulder, walking towards Isaac and Valentin.

Out of all the name brand handbags that Isaac mom has ever bought me, this LV backpack is probably my favorite.

Isaac's already hinting that I'm getting a matching diaper bag soon and as much as I love them for doing that for me it completely freaks me out as well.

Isaiah will be here soon enough and receiving gifts from not only Isaac's mom, but my dad and Ana, it's definitely starting to make everything feel more real. Moving out of Isaac's parents' home terrifies me. Knowing that I won't have his mom down the hall to help me when the baby is here is making me very anxious and sad, wishing my own mom was still alive, she'd definitely offer to come live with us or even try and force us to move in with her.

I often think about the relationship she and Isaac could've had, my mother was a beautiful soul, she definitely would've seen the good that I see in Isaac, I know she would've loved him. My dad would constantly remind me how much I reminded him of her because he swears I'm her exact mini me, everyone loved her, it was hard not to like her.

"You okay?" Isaac frowns as he reaches for my hand.

I nod and take a deep breath, "just thinking about my mom."

Isaac smiles softly and is leaning down to place a kiss on the side of my head, "I'm sure she's looking down at you right now, baby."

I nod and hang onto Isaac's hand as we make our way down stairs. I swear this man hasn't let me do anything on my own ever since he found out I was pregnant. It's bad enough that he was over protective already because of what happened with Memo, me getting pregnant only heightened that.

Isaac lets go of my hand as he begins to walk in front of me and is opening one of the front doors, holding it open for me.

There's two black SUVs parked in front of the house, each truck surrounded with men dressed in nothing but black, per usual.

My heart immediately begins to swell with happiness as we walk over to the truck we'll be in to find Ian standing near the passenger door, the meanest glare on his face though.

With everything that's been going on I've hardly seen him around, not that I leave the house much nowadays, but I'm genuinely happy to see him alive and breathing still.

I've heard Isaac on a couple of his wellness calls doing routine checks on Ian because he started spiraling down after Carmelo's death.

He wasn't necessarily being reckless like one would think spirals, he was completely shutting down refusing to talk to anyone, including me, and that broke my heart for him even more.

I smile as we walk up to the SUV, "hi, Ian."

He smiles in return saying nothing in return.

"Hi, Ian.." I repeated, attempting to get him to speak.

His smile grows as he picks up a hand, waving it in my direction.

I continue to smile, crossing my arms along my chest, "I can do this all day, we're not going anywhere until you say it back."

"Speak, Metcalf," Isaac grumbles behind me, handing off another bag that he was carrying to Beanie. "I don't have all day."

He tears his attention away from my husband and is looking back over at me, "hello, Mrs. Matteo."

I immediately scrunch up my nose, "come on, Babycakes, you can do better than that."

He plasters a small smile on his face as he turns to look back at Isaac, who's preoccupied talking with Beanie no doubt about to break his formality rule.

"Hi, Hailey."

I placed my hand on the side of his arm, tapping it, "see that wasn't so hard was it?"

His smile continues to grow as he reaches for the door, "please get in, Mrs. Matteo." Ian holds the door open, allowing me to climb onto the SUV.

Isaac climbs into the truck a couple minutes later taking a seat beside me, along with Beanie and Ian up in the front.

There's another black SUV waiting outside of the house gates, parked on the side of the curb, along with two bikes that look very familiar.

Patrick and Aj of course.

The second they see our truck they both immediately start their bikes up, revving them and driving in front of us as the other black trucks follow behind.

We're on the freeway a few minutes later, Ric and Aj now driving beside us. Ric actually starts to overly rev his bike a couple seconds later, driving up closer to Isaac's window.

Isaac puts down the iPad in front of him and smiles as he rolls the window down, looking in Ric's direction. He does some hand movements and is then pointing in front of him, at the open road.

Isaac nods his head and waves his hand forward and Ric is quickly revving his bike all over again looking to his left, at Aj, who's on my side of the truck.

Patrick revs his bike one more time and is waving a hand forward and Aj's quickly nodding his head, jumping up and down practically, revving his bike now.

"What was that all about?" I asked.

Isaac smiles as he puts his window back up and is sitting back in his seat, tilting his head forward, "the roads empty, meaning he has enough open road to play around."

"Play around?" I smile confused. "He asked for permission for that?"

"He always does," Beanie smiles through the rear view mirror.

"Both idiot's are adrenaline junkies," Ian mumbles from the passenger seat and I'm instantly happy to hear him join in on the conversation. "Aj literally follows Ric's every move."

Beanie quickly smacks the back of his hand on Ian's arm, "you're just salty that you had to ride in here with us rather than with them."

"How come you're not with them, Ian?"

"Yeah, Metcalf, how come you're not with them?" Isaac sarcastically repeats my question.

He turns to look over his shoulder, glancing in my direction for a second or so and is focusing back on his friends doing zig zags in front of us.

Beanie nudges him with his arm, softening his voice when he speaks, "this is exactly why,"he whispers.

Ian inhales a deep breath and is looking over his shoulder again. He opens his mouth to say something and is quickly shutting it a second later.

I softly shake my head not wanting to push him, he's said more than enough to me today. "Don't worry about it, forget I asked," I smile.

He smiles back and is nodding his head, instant relief in his hazel eyes.

"Rispondile," my husband grumbles from beside me. "Adesso."

A motorcycle rev is quickly catching Ian's attention and I'm looking straight ahead with him.

Both boys are now doing wheelies, both of their front wheels in the air.

Aj puts his bike on the ground about a second later and is speeding off leaving Ric behind, only to start doing small donuts where he stopped and my heart is sinking to my stomach.

Ric puts his bike down and is speeding up, revving his engine one more time before doing another wheelie, only this time he's standing up completely while his bike is in the air still, the back of his bike sparking as it touches the road here and there.

Isaac leans forward in his seat, pointing in front of him, "this is the shit you guys do when you go on night rides?"

Ian shakes his head, "just Ric," he sighs.

"And you wonder why he's on his third bike," Beanie comments, quickly looking over at Isaac for a second.

Third bike?!

He taps the back of his hand on Beanie's arm, "settle him down before he gets hurt."

Beanie nods and is honking the horn and both boys are instantly looking back at us and coming to a full stop as we catch up to them.

"Maybe we should take his keys away too," Beanie says.

"I'll talk to him."

Beanie nods and she smacks the back of his hand back on Ian's arm again, pointing a thumb back at me a second later.

Ian turns to look at me, "Ric had Dom take my bike away, until I decide to go to therapy."

"Therapy?" I frown.

He nods, "apparently I'm not doing so good, mentally.."

My heart immediately begins to feel heavy for him.

"Ric's only doing that because he cares," I try to explain.

"I know," Ian answers, looking off to the ground in front of me. "He has other things to worry about other than me."

I frown, "what do you mean?" I turn to look at Isaac, "what haven't you told me? Is he okay?"

Isaac scoffs as he picks his iPad back up, "he's fine, just being an idiot per usual."

"I'm confused.."

"He has a new lady friend," Ian clarifies.

"She's not exactly a new lady friend though is she, Beanie?"

"No," he smiles looking through the rear view mirror again.

"Please tell me it's not-"

"It's not Maddy," Isaac answers over me with a smile. "More of a childhood friend, I'll tell you more about it later when we're alone."

I nod sitting back in my seat. I pull my kindle out of my backpack a few minutes later when I see that the ipad on Isaac lap has his full attention.

He actually spends most of the drive on the ipad up until he gets a call and he's having a full on conversation in Italian for longer than ten minutes, which is really rare for my husband, the max he gives his men or anyone other than his close circle is five minutes max.

Forty five minutes later, Beanie and Ian are dropping us off in the city, in front of one of the biggest fanciest hotels I've seen in my entire life.

Isaac of course gets out of the truck first and is walking around to my side and opening the door.

"Are you sure we should stay here?" I asked, slowly climbing out of the truck.

Isaac instantly reached for my hand, "why wouldn't I be?" I stay quiet as he closes the door behind me. "What's going on, Hail?"

I shake my head, "it's just ... we're so close to.. the city.."

"Oh?" He frowns.

"We're not within our boundaries," I explain.

"Our?" His lips suddenly tug to the side into a small smirk as he pulls me into him, "don't tell me you're scared that we're not in our turf, Mrs. Matteo?"

"Not scared," I smile. "Slightly anxious, nervous."

"Little stressy that we're so far away from home?" He teases, the smile growing on his face. "You have nothing to worry about out here, princess, you have extra security, you can fully enjoy yourself," he places a kiss on my forehead.

I frown not following.

I mean yeah sure he brought some back up with us, but they can only do so much if someone decides to attack and we get out numbered. We're so far away from home that by the time back up comes it's still a forty five minute drive. I mentally roll my eyes, mad at myself that I'm even having these types of thoughts.

However the negative thoughts are instantly leaving my head the second we step inside the hotel lobby and we're being greeted by a handful of men in black clothing, standing in almost every corner you turn to look at.

I quickly glance over at Isaac even more confused when I don't recognize one single face. Not that I know every single man that works for him, but I've come pretty familiar with most of the men he allows to be near me and it isn't none of these guys.

"These ain't your men?" I quickly pointed out.

He smiles, confirming my suspicion as we continue to walk towards the front desk, "no, they're not."

"They're mine," says a deep familiar voice from the right of me.

"Cris?" I immediately begin to smile on the inside as he makes his way over to us.

"Long time no see, red," he smiles and is then clasping his hand with my husband. "What's up man."

I'm immediately stunned at the interaction. Isaac silently greets him in return with a single head nod.

"What the hell was that??" I point back and forth from both men. "What are you doing here, Cris?"

He shrugs his shoulders, a smile still on his face as he looks around the lobby, "thinking of relocating."

"Permanently?"

"If business is good," he smirks. "Ready for motherhood?"

"I'm sorry, am I missing something here? Last time I checked my husband wanted to kill you. Why are your men lined up in the lobby?"

Isaac chuckles beside me.

"And he almost did, got a new little scar to prove it to."

"Someone better answer my question," I grumble, letting go of Isaac's hand, folding my arms in front of me.

"Let's just say it's courtesy of having an open contract with The Matteo's still."

"Like I said, princess, you have nothing to worry about, you're safe here."

"This is yours?" I look back over at Cris, referring to the building.

He nods, "as of three weeks ago.. we still on for today?"

Isaac nods, "lemme get her settled in."

Settled in?

I frown looking over at him, "I thought we were on vacation?"

"You are," he grins, reaching for my hand, pulling me along with him. "Give me twenty minutes tops."

I turn to look back at Cris confused and he's shooting me a wink, taking off to go talk to one of his guys as we continue to walk away.

"Mr. Matteo, just on time," the hotel concierge behind the front desk smiles as we walk up. "The penthouse is ready to go."

"Penthouse?" I quickly look over at Isaac.

He winks and is focusing back on the man in front of us a second later, "I assume everything is as it should be, Ricardo?"

"Yes sir, down to the very last one," he says, handing my husband two key cards.

Down to the very last what? What the hell is this man up to?

Isaac reaches for the cards with his free hand, squeezing my hand with his other we begin to head towards the elevator.

"What are you up to, baby?"

He quickly begins to smile, "you'll see soon enough."

"Isaac.. you shouldn't have spend so much money on a penthouse suite, we could've-"

He gently tugs on my hand bringing me into him, shushing me as he leans down to kiss me on the lips, "I need you to stop being Hailey Summers and start being my wife, start enjoying your luxurious lifestyle Mrs. Matteo."

I smile against his lips as the elevator doors ping open and I'm looking out into an overly large hallway that leads down to two double doors at the end.

Isaac hangs onto my hand as he leads me out of the elevator, walking towards the men that are standing near the double doors. His men, these guys I recognize

Isaac inclines his head to the side instructing them to go get our things from the truck downstairs leaving us alone.

"Close your eyes," Isaac smiles as he taps the keycard into the door and the light immediately turns green, unlocking it.

I do as he asked and close my eyes, my stomach already going crazy with little butterflies, I have no idea what the hell Isaac has planned for us, or why he's being so secretive about our sudden trip.

I listen to him open the door and reach for my hand all over again, pulling me forward with him, stepping into the penthouse suite, the door closing softly behind me.

"Open," he commands softly.

My eyes instantly begin to burn from the tears that are forming in my eyes. There's a trail of red rose petals and little heart led lights down in front of me that are leading deeper into the suite.

Isaac grins as he's reaching for my hand all over again and is leading us into the penthouse, which is humongous.

We walk through the entire living room, kitchen area, mind you which is still covered in rose petals.

We follow the trail down the hall and into the master bedroom and the water works are immediately back.

There's even more rose petals scattered all around the floor and on the bed, along with a giant bouquet of roses and red balloons on the ceiling.

"Isaac," my voice comes out softer than I intended it.

He brings my hand up to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of it, "there's more," he smirks.

"More?" I squeak.

He nods and is pulling us deeper into the bedroom and leading us into what I can only assume is an enormous bathroom.

Tears instantly start rolling down my cheeks when I see even more rose petals in here. They're still scattered all over the floor and inside a filled bathtub that can probably fit about four of me, more led lights and white candles placed all over the bathroom.

"Isaac," my voice cracks as I turn to look at him.

He smiles and is reaching up to cup my face with his free hand, his thumb swiping the tears away from my cheek, "get undress," he points to a silky pink robe that hangs near the back wall. "Amy should be here any minute now."

"Amy?"

He leans in to place a kiss of my forehead, "your masseuse," he smirks.

My chest quickly fills up with a warm sensation as I lean in to kiss my husband, "you didn't have to do all this for me," I muttered against his lips as he held me close to him. "You didn't have to take an entire weekend off for me."

"You kidding me? Some alone time was long overdue."

"I asked for a single day baby, one day. I expected a few hours tops."

"Well you got an entire weekend," he smirks. "What my baby wants, my baby gets. Now get undressed, I should be back in about forty minutes."

"Where are you going?"

"Back down the lobby. I have something I have to handle with Roxwell, and I'd rather do it now and get it out of the way so you can have me all to yourself the rest of the weekend."

I nod, "promise me you'll play nice?"

He chuckles deeply, placing another kiss on my forehead, "we're in his territory, being nice is the only option I have right now."

The doorbell to the penthouse rings and Isaac is pulling apart from me, "that's Amy, now undress while I go let her in and help her set up."

I nod and lean in to kiss him on the lips one last time and he's quickly smacking me on the ass before heading out of the bathroom, closing the double doors behind him leaving me alone.

I inhale a deep breath pulling myself together, looking around the bathroom, paying attention to every little rose petal walking over towards the tub, dipping my hand into the bubble water to find the water very warm still, playing with one of the rose petals that happened to be floating by.

"Mrs. Matteo?" A soft knock on the door gains my attention.

"Yes?" I say out loud, standing up straight, facing in the direction of the door.

"My name is Amy Helenskie, your masseuse and personal assistant for the entire weekend while you're here. Your husband has left the suite and instructed that I stay close by incase you need some assistance?"

I smile, "thank you, Amy, I'll be out in about five minutes."

"Take your time, ma'am, we have all day. Mr. Matteo said to inform you that he'll be gone an hour max, he's down in the restaurant in case you need to send down, uh, Sacramento I believe?"

I smile at the mention of him, I've never talked to the man, but Isaac has definitely talked about him a couple times here and there.

Isaac definitely thinks highly of him and I love that he has some type of respect for his men. I've met Sacramento once and only, and the one time that I met this highly respected person, he was in full on tactical gear, covering every inch of him, so I have no idea what this man looks like.

I inhale a deep breath looking at myself in the mirror, at my growing belly and take off my coat, slipping out of the black dress.

"Do I have to undress completely, Amy?"

"It's preferable," she answers from the other side of the door. "But I'll work with whatever you're comfortable with, Mrs. Matteo."

I nod to myself and reach behind me taking off my bra leaving me in only my panties and reach for the pink silk robe, tying it around me.

I walk over to where I left my puddle of clothes and place it on the counter and head towards the doors. There's a girl with similar red hair, hers is a tad shade lighter, standing a couple feet away, her hands behind her back, a smile on her face as I open one of the doors.

"Ready, Mrs. Matteo?" She smiles, waving a hand towards the bedroom.

Amy's actually a lot taller than myself, at least by a couple inches. Her face is covered in freckles and I immediately hate myself for loving them on her and not myself.

I nod and walk in her direction and she's instantly instructing me to walk ahead of her. There's a black massage table in the middle of the room.

"Are you sure that's gonna be able to support me?" I point at it.

Amy laughs softly, "it'll hold you just fine, Mrs. Matteo." She hands me a white towel, "for your chest."

Oh, right.

I grab it and look around the room to see that Amy and I are the only ones in the room. "Where's Sacramento?" I wonder out loud.

"Out here," a deep voice answered from outside of the bedroom.

Amy points to the doors that are slightly ajar.

"Do you need my assistance?" Sacramento asked.

"No," I quickly answered. "Just wondering."

He makes a sort of grumble growl sound but he doesn't say anything else and I'm actually walking over towards the bedroom door and shutting it completely, can't have him or anyone else for the matter running in on me laying on a table half naked.

I turn around to walk back over to Amy to find her standing there perfectly still with a wide smile on her face as she patiently waits for me. She instructs me to take the robe off and I'm instantly covering my chest with the white towel as she helps me onto the massage table, directing me to lay on my side, draping another white, larger towel, over my waist.

Amy tells me about her life throughout my massage session. She's thirty two raising her sixteen year old sister, who is more like her daughter because she's had custody of her since she was twelve, but file a little after she turned ten, apparently her parents aren't very good people and it was one hell of custody battle.

I make a mental note to remind myself to tell Isaac to pay her double whatever he's offered her so that she doesn't have to work so much and can spend a little more time with her sister.

Almost an hour later Amy is helping me up from the massage table and asking if I need any help getting into my bubble bath and I politely tell her no that I can manage from her and actually tell her that she can leave for the rest of the day if she'd like.

She looks a little worried at first , ensuring me that she has no other plans, that she really doesn't mind sticking around and I'm quickly walking over to where the bags are on the bed and I'm digging around in my purse.

I fish out the only cash that I have and hand it over to Amy asking her to please take the rest of the weekend off and promise her that I'll get her more when my husband returns.

She agrees to leave only until she knows that I'm safely inside my bath and not on the floor, afraid of something happening to me and Isaac unleashing his wrath on her.

I agree to give her that peace of mind and we're walking towards the giant bathroom a couple minutes later. She accompanies to the tub, helping me up the few steps and is turning around giving me some privacy to take off the robe and hand it over to her.

She doesn't turn around to face me until I'm completely submerged under the bubbles and is informing me that she left her card with her phone number on the counter if I need to reach her for anything.

Amy's gone for only about five minutes when Isaac's shouting throughout the penthouse that he's back and I hear him dismissing Sacramento, making his way over into the bathroom.

He comes in and is giving me a quick kiss, turning some music on and is walking right back out leaving me to my bath. I get a little sad that he doesn't offer to jump in here with me but at the same time I understand that he probably has work still going on so I don't dwell on it.

I'm slowly climbing out of the bathtub thirty minutes later and drying myself off with a towel and putting the pink robe back on, letting my red hair fall down from my bun.

I make my way out of the bathroom and bedroom and down the hall to find my husband sitting in the living room, on the couch, concentrating on the paper work that's on the coffee table in front of him.

He has his phone glued to his ear as he shouts in Italian.

See, busy with work.

I inhale a deep breath admiring him from where I'm standing. He's still in what he calls his mafia attire, dark gray slacks and a fitted white button up that hugs his biceps and back muscles perfectly. And as much as I love seeing him in his boss attire, I love seeing him out of it even more, I miss his touch.

He's instantly snapping his head in my direction, probably sensing me.

"Non mi interessa cosa cazzo devi fare, fallo. Chiama mio padre da qui in avanti," he grumbles before hanging up his call, smiling in my direction. "Enjoy your bath?"

I nod, "could've been better with you."

He grins, inclining his head to the side, "bring your ass over here."

I start making my way over to him and he's quickly putting his foot on the coffee table, pushing it further away from him.

"Lemme see you, take off the robe," he commands softly.

I slip off the pink silky robe, letting it pool around my feet, exposing my entire body to him, immediately starting to feel insecure about myself.

"Come here."

I walk up to him and he's quickly sitting forward placing his hand on my stomach, rubbing it, placing kisses on it.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Hail."

I snort softly while shaking my head, "I'm huge, I'm getting bigger and bigger everyday."

He smiles and sits back on the couch.

He grabs onto my hand about half a second later and is pulling me into him, on top of him so that I'm straddling him.

"You're getting more and more gorgeous as each day passes," he says gently, roaming his hands all over my body.

He trails a hand up my spine, placing it on the back of my neck, pulling me into him, crashing my lips down onto his, kissing me so passionately that I nearly forgot just how soft his lips are, and that I'm completely naked on top of him.

I immediately moan into his mouth softly, trying to pull myself away from him, but his hand is still on the back of my neck keeping me in place. "Isaac," I breathe.

He shakes his head, murmuring against my lips, "I am so sorry that I've neglected you these past couple months. Let me make it up to you, baby. Let me remind you how good we feel together."

I nod my head, deepening our kiss, getting completely lost in his vanilla scent.

We make out for a couple more minutes when Isaac is tearing his lips away from mine, kissing me everywhere and anywhere he can.

He starts trailing kisses down the side of my neck, onto my shoulders, back to my neck and down my chest, finally claiming one of my breasts in his mouth, sucking on it, as his hand continues to roam all over my belly.

"Hang on," he whispers roughly as he places his hands under my ass and is standing up from the couch.

I immediately wrap my legs around him afraid that I might be too heavy for him now, but he gets up with no hesitation nor struggle and begins to walk us towards the bedroom.

I feel one of his hands leave my body as he pushes the bedroom door open and is then kicking it closed, isolating us from the rest of the world.

He leans forward and is dropping me on top off of the bed as he takes a step back and is ripping off the buttons from his shirt as he practically tears it off of his body leaving him in only his slacks.

"C'mere," he taps the edge of the bed and I'm scooting down closer towards him as he kneels down and is burying his face in between my legs.

He throws one of my legs over his shoulder as he begins to trai kisses up my thigh, the sensation of his lips against my skin instantly giving me chills.

I feel his smile against my skin as he continues to work his way up and into my most sensitive area.

"Ready for me aren't you, princess?" He glides a finger through my slit, instantly coating his finger with my juices. He shoves his two fingers into his mouth, sucking them cleaning, "mmm," he hums deeply, closing his eyes. "I forget how fucking sweet you are, baby."

I lay there completely quiet, overly turned on already, looking over at him.

He opens his eyes, his lust shooting in my direction, "I need more," he husk.

I spread my legs wider for him, silently giving him the access he's asking for and his lips are instantly tugging to the side, a devilishly smirk on his face now.

He doesn't say anything else and is quickly placing his hands around my thighs, bringing me closer into him. He places his thumb over my clit, rubbing it and I'm instantly throwing my head back at the sensation it brings, already losing my patiences that he won't put his mouth on me.

He continues to play with it, occasionally sliding his thumb up and down my slit, sucking my wetness off of his fingers.

"Baby," I whimper, tilting my head back, as he places his thumb back on my clit, rubbing it faster than he was a bit ago.

"Yes princess?" I hear the smirk in his smug voice.

"Please.."

My body's instantly on fire as I feel him leaning down and glide his tongue up my slit, leaving a quick kiss.

"Dimmi di cosa hai bisogno, principessa?"

"You," I pant, knowing his dirty Italian down to a T. I think I know more dirty phrases than actual sentences.

"What do you need from me?" His voice is deeper than usual when he's aroused.

"I need you in me," I pant as he continues to tease and play with me.

"So quick?" He smirks, kissing the inside of my thigh, sucking on it, biting it. "But I haven't even got a real taste yet."

"Baby," I whisper, arching my back. "Please," I beg.

"Say it again," he growls, rubbing on my clit again. "One more time for me, baby, lemme hear it."

"I want you inside me.."

He shakes his head and is softly biting down on my inner thigh again, "that's not what I wanna hear, those weren't the words you used."

I giggle softly and I shake my head, "I need you inside me already."

He nods, licking his lips, "whatever my baby wants.. Do me a favor, princess, play with yourself while I get these pants off."

"W-what?" I quickly prompt myself up on my elbows.

His smirk immediately begins to turn into a wide grin as he gets up to his feet. "I didn't stutter did I?"

I shake my head softly, "Isaac-"

He leans over reaching for my right hand, slowly trailing it over my skin, dragging it down past my stomach, inserting my fingers into myself.

"Play, I wanna watch you rub the pretty little clit of yours."

I nod my head an immense wave of heat filling my body, taking over any shyness, as Isaac takes a step back, never once taking his eyes off of me.

He doesn't move, he doesn't say anything, he simply continues to stare at me until I slowly start to make circle motion around my clit, my body only growing warmer from the intensity in his eyes.

He inhales a deep breath tearing his gaze away from me and down to what I'm doing, his breathing growing uneven and heavier as he slowly undoes his slacks.

He removes them along with his briefs and is walking over to me, reaching for my hand, he prevents me from doing what he asked. "I think I can take it from here," he places my fingers into his mouth, sucking and licking them clean. "Turn over for me, baby."

I do exactly as he asked and turn over getting on my hands and knees. Isaac quickly reaches for one of the soft pillows at the head of the bed and is placing it under my stomach.

He gets behind me and instantly chills run up my spine as I feel his hands grab ahold of my hips, pulling me back closer to him.

A small, quick little yelp escapes my lips as he smacks my ass and my hands are instantly fisting the sheets underneath me when I feel his head at my entrance.

I immediately let out a moan as he continued to slowly stretch me out, it's been so long since I've had him inside of me that I forgot how amazing he felt.

My head quickly falls forward as he starts to slowly stroke the inside of my walls in a timid pace that he knows is eventually gonna drive me insane.

I need more, I want more. I miss his roughness. This is probably the only time he can lose his self control around me, with me, and not treat me like some delicate flower.

Isaac continues to steadily slide in and out of me as his hands roam all over my ass and is then smacking it again, a little harder than the first time.

I immediately dip onto the pillow that's below me when I feel Isaac's stroke get deeper and faster, arching my back for him as his hand grabs a handful of my hair, pulling my head back.

"Tell me how much you've missed me fucking your little pussy, baby."

"So much," I whimper as Isaac lets go of my hair and is grabbing my ass with both hands, gripping the shit out of it as he quickened his pace.

"Isaac," I plead, my hands tightening around the sheets even more as my orgasm completely begins to take over my body, leaving me trembling, fighting for air as the room begins to feel more and more hotter.

I feel Isaac pull himself out of me and I'm less than a second he's flipping me back over so that I'm laying on my back, the pillow still under me as he holds my legs open, sliding back into me, hitting an entirely different angle as he pulls me in even closer to him.

A second wave of heat immediately begins to form in my lower region as Isaac continues to drive into me again and again, roaming one of his hands over my stomach again.

"Fuck," he growls, his grip on my left thigh tightening as he empty's himself into me, my body trembling for a second time.

Isaac pulls himself out of me and is dropping down to lay beside me, attempting to catch his breath.

I extend my arm out placing my right hand on his chest, tapping, "I forgot how much I liked make up sex," I pant.

Isaac chuckles deeply and is reaching for my hand, grabbing it he brings it up to his lips, kissing the back of my palm, "don't worry, we have the entire weekend to make up."

*** Bye 🙊