Scarred Beauty (16 page)

Going behind her, he leaned down, kissed her neck.
“Open your eyes,” he whispered against her ear.

Seconds later she gasped, her hand going to her
mouth. Twirling the key on his finger, he watched her move around the short
space. The skirt she wore tempted him to bend her over the sofa and take her hard
and fast.

“What do you think?” he asked, leaning against
the post.

“This is amazing. The light and space. How did
you find this place? How can you afford this place?” She looked so happy.

“Do you like it?”

“Like it? I love it.” She skipped over to him,
the smile on her face brightening up her whole features.

“It’s yours.”

“What?”

“I want you to have it. This loft is yours
whenever you need to get away. Also, I don’t want to meet at that hotel
anymore. I enjoy spending time with you.” Elle wrapped her hands around his
waist with a huge smile on her face.

“How can I take this gift?” she asked.

“Don’t consider it a gift. Consider it our place
to meet and be together.” He handed her a set of her own keys. “These are for
you. I want you to come here as much as you like. Let’s go and check out the
bedroom.”

He moved through the large space to the bedroom
located to the far side of the loft. During the time he was away, he’d gotten a
designer to decorate and convert what he needed to make it liveable. He had a
weekend off. He wanted to convince her to spend the time with him. Brad would
have to deal with being on his own. As far as his brother knew, she was seeing
someone else.

Opening the doors, he laughed when she squealed.
In the centre of the room, a large round bed with white silk sheets dominated
the room. The view would overlook the sunset every night. What she hadn’t seen
was the large mirror above the bed and the several he had round the room. He
wanted to see himself making love to her from every angle. He didn’t want any
part of her to be in the dark from him. The furniture was a dark red wood,
which complimented the white sheets and the plain cream of the walls. Isaac
made a note to give the designer a bonus. She deserved the extra money for her
success.

Unbuttoning his jacket, he threw it on the
available chair.

“This is amazing. I don’t know what to say.”

“Take your clothes off.”

“What?” She turned to him.

Isaac pulled his shirt out of his pants and over
his head.

“Take your clothes off. I want to see you naked,
spread out on the bed.”

She hesitated, her gaze going between the bed
and him. He wouldn’t take any more clothes off until she was naked. She removed
her coat first and threw it at him. He caught it and placed it next to his on
the chair. Next she pulled off her blouse, her actions jerky. The zipper to her
skirt was at the side, and she pulled it down. The sound echoed around the room
and made his cock kick in response. He adjusted himself watching the skirt pool
at her feet.

She stood in a pair of pale pink panties and
lacy bra.

“All of them. I want to see your tits hanging
free.” She reached behind her and removed the bra. Her large breasts fell
naturally, large nipples poking out showing him her aroused state. Her panties
slid down her large hips to the floor. She was round, warm, and everything he
wanted to sink in to.

Unbuckling his belt, he pushed his pants down.
Isaac winced at the pain from the constriction around his cock. The moment his
pants were discarded, his length stood out in one long line.

“Come here,” he said.

She moved toward him, her hips swinging. She
looked like his goddess. He loved the new confidence she seemed to possess. She
stopped in front of him, not touching but close enough to be able to scent each
other.

Isaac cupped her hip and bought her close to
him. The smoothness of her skin drove him crazy. There was nothing about her he
didn’t like.

“I want you,” she said.

“I want you, too.”

Her hands held his arms in place as she touched
him. He moved down to her ass and moved her the last few inches closer to him.

“I want you to paint for me,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because I want to see you with the passion I
know you have.”

“I’ll paint for you,” she said.

“Good. Do you feel how hard I am?” he asked.

She nodded her head.

“I’ve been thinking about taking you with you on
your knees. Will you do that for me, Elle? Will you go on your knees while I
fuck you?”

“Yes,” she said with a gasp.

“Go and kneel on the bed.”

He knew she would see the mirrors the moment she
knelt on the bed. She tensed and turned to stare at him.

“Why do you have so many mirrors?” she asked. He
noted how she tried not to stare at her reflection.

“Before I take you, I want you to come here.”
Isaac had an idea, and he hoped it worked the way he wanted to.

She was shaking. He saw how nervous she was.

“Come on, baby. Trust me.” In slow step she was
at his side. He walked the small distance until they stood in front of the
closest mirror.
 

Isaac watched her close her eyes. “Open your
eyes.” He covered the right side of her face.

Slowly, she opened them up. “I want you to trust
me. You’re under some horrible assumption that you look like a monster.”

“I’ve spent many years seeing it, Isaac. I don’t
need to know how bad I look.”

“I think you do because you’re in for a big
surprise. Trust me, Elle.” She bit her lip and nodded her head.

He eased the hair off the right side of her
face. The scars which he could only imagine had once been red and vicious
looking, were now faded. If you stood closely, you could see the outline, but
they were not disgusting or frightening to stare at.

“I don’t understand,” she said, her hand
touching the mark. “I know my sight isn’t perfect, but I see what other people
see when they look at me.”

“No. You don’t. Some people will react like
assholes, but you’re beautiful, Elle. More beautiful than you even realise.”

He gave her time to look in the mirror, smiling
as he saw the amazement on her face. She really had thought she was some kind
of ogre.

“Go and get on the bed. I want to fuck you.”

She nodded her head and knelt on the bed. He
fisted his shaft at seeing her in such a submissive pose. Her tits hung down,
and he wanted to suck on those large nipples.

Her body was round, full, and utterly fuckable.
Isaac grabbed her ass and opened her pale cheeks. He saw how wet her pussy was.
Her cream soaked the tops of her thighs. Pushing two fingers inside her cunt,
he moaned at her tight wetness.

“Do you want me?” he asked.

“Yes.” She moaned as he turned his fingers and
stroked her g-spot. Elle pushed back onto his hand, fucking his fingers inside
her pussy.

He pulled out and gripped his cock at the base.
Running the weeping head along her slit, he gathered her wetness before
slotting the head inside her entrance. With only the tip of himself inside her,
he was ready to explode. The burning need to finally claim her as his own was
intensifying with every passing minute.

“How does it feel?” he asked.

“Good. Please, Isaac. Take me.”

He slammed inside her in one smooth, hard
thrust. She cried out as he pulled out and pressed back in. He didn’t give her
time to catch her breath. Isaac couldn’t control himself. The need to fuck her
hard was too intense for him to control. He slammed inside her over and over and
over again, holding onto her hips as he pushed every inch of himself inside her
tight heat.

Staring in the mirror over the bed, he saw her
eyes closed. Her fists gripped the sheet under her, and her gorgeous tits
bounced with every thrust of his hips. Smiling in satisfaction, he looked up at
the mirror above the bed. From the angle he could see his cock disappear inside
her body. And when he looked in front of him, he watched his soaking wet cock
sinking into her cunt. She was snug, hot, and everything he wanted.

He wanted to feel her coming around his cock.
Fingering her clit, he felt the flutters begin in her pussy. Each flick of her
clit sent her tighter around him. The ripples made him growl, holding back his
own climax until she came. Isaac needed her to come.

Swivelling his hips, rubbing along every part of
her pussy he strummed her bud.

“Let go, baby. Give it to me. I want to hear you
scream.”

She came apart, her screams echoing off all the
walls and creating the most wonderful sound he heard. Before she had time to
come down from her high, he pounded inside her sending her over the edge of
another orgasm.

His grip on her hips tightened as his climax hit
him. He thrust inside her, bumping her cervix as his cum shot into her channel.
A growl escaped him as he was forced over the edge. Before he could contain
what he was doing, he slapped her ass as the pleasure intensified.

After several minutes had passed, which felt
like an eternity to him, he pulled out of her pussy.

His cum slid out of her. Staring at the sight
made his cock jump back to attention. He knew he should be scared about
pregnancy, but seeing his cum inside her gave him a sense of calm. If anything
happened she would be his for the rest of their lives. Shaking his head, he
walked to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. He cleaned her up, conscious of her
silence.
 

Taking the towel back to the bathroom, when he
walked back into the room, she lay on the bed staring at the mirror above the
bed.

Isaac climbed between the sheets and stared at
her. The mirror wasn’t there for moments like these. They were there for when
they were having sex. When she was in his arms, he wanted to look at her face.

“What’s the matter, Elle?” he asked.

She didn’t turn to look at him.

“Nothing.”

“I know something is going on inside that head
of yours. Tell me.”

“Why did you hit me?”

He knew the smack would have upset her. He
should have tried to gain more control over himself.

“I was too far gone. I’m really sorry.”

“So it wasn’t meant to hurt me?”

“Never. I wouldn’t dream of hurting you.”

There was a pause before she responded. “You
didn’t hurt me,” she said. Isaac cupped her cheek and forced her to look at
him.

“Did you like it?” he asked.

She tried to pull away, but he held her steady.
“Don’t hide from me, Elle. Tell me the truth. Did you like it?”

“Yes,” she said and opened her eyes.

He leaned over and kissed her. Staring into her
eyes, Isaac knew he was where he was supposed to be.

Chapter Eighteen

He wrapped his arms around her waist. Her naked
back pressed against his front. His cock lengthened at the feel of her smooth
skin. He wanted to be inside her again. Isaac stared down the front of her
body, kissing her neck and shoulder.

“I can never think when you do that,” she said.

He’d bought this studio for them to be together.
When he was with her he didn’t have to be Isaac Welch. He could be Isaac, with
Elle being his only care in the world.

“I don’t like the thought of you being able to
think.” He kissed her neck as he moved his hands up to cup her large breasts.
Staring over her shoulder, he felt the weight of them in his hands and was
amazed by how much they filled him.

“I wish we could stay here forever.”

He rolled her nipples between his thumb and
finger. “You’re so responsive.”

“You know how to bring out a response. I love
what you do to me, Isaac. I never want this feeling to end.”

“Then don’t let it. The happiest part of my day
is meeting you.” He sat her down in his lap, his cock pushed to one side out of
the way. Her ass was so tempting and inviting. “Stay with me this weekend?” he
asked.

“What?”

“Stay with me here. Paint for me, and I’ll give
you the best weekend of your life,” he said.

“Do you promise?”

“I will make everyone of your dreams come true.”
To help convince her, he pressed a hand between her thighs. Her molten heat
threatened to burn his hand off.

“You’re not playing fair,” she said.

“I don’t play fair to get what I want.” He
fingered her clit, making her arch into his touch.

“Yes. I’ll spend the weekend with you.”

“That’s my girl.”

He moved his hand away from her pussy, grabbed
her chin, tilted her head against his shoulder and kissed her lips.

Isaac rubbed his nose on hers and smiled when
she giggled.