18. SOUR DESIRE.

ANASTASIA’S POV My back hit the sheets hard, the air catching in my throat as Isaac spread my legs wide, one of my legs hooked over his shoulder. His face hovered above mine with his breath ragged and eyes wild with hunger. “So gorgeous, sweetheart. That sweet pussy…” His cock slid against my clit, slow at first, then harder, tapping it like he owned me. “You like it?” His voice was gravelly and sharp with lust. “You like being fucked like a slut, huh?” The sting of his palm met my pussy, and I jolted, a cry escaping me. He smirked and spanked me again before switching back to rubbing and slapping his cock against my pussy. Each sharp contact made my body twitch and quake, the sound obscene yet so addictive. “Come for me, sweetheart. I wanna see you come.” His voice cracked with the weight of his own need. He leaned closer, whispering hot and filthy just for me, “Spread your legs, mami.” Oh god. The way he said it. The raw command in his tone, the way his cock kept smacking into