Chapter Four

JACK KNOCKED ON THE DOOR of Isabella’s apartment. Anticipation buzzed through his body. She was one of the hottest chicks he’d ever been with. And as a bonus, she liked it rough and dirty.

The door opened almost right away, and Isabella stepped back as he walked inside. She was wearing a sheer, short black robe with a tiny black lace nightie on underneath. Her body looked amazing, all sexy long legs and the perfect body of a swimsuit model.

He let his eyes rake over her, his expression dark and serious. He was definitely ready to have another round with this little beauty. Fuck. These Latina chicks sure knew how to get him fired up. All that spicy hotness, all those fucking curves and that long dark hair.

She smiled enticingly.

“Hi Jack,” she leaned forward to greet him.

She put a hand on his arm and stood close to him, close enough to press her full, pouty lips lightly against his.

“Hey,” he returned her greeting, instinctively resting his hands on her hips.

No other words were spoken. There was no need for conversation. They both knew why he was there and there was no reason to pretend otherwise. She took his hand and led him directly to the bedroom.

In her room, he slid his hands down her arms slowly, pushing her robe off her shoulders. He let his gaze linger appreciatively on her black lace nightie. Isabella in lingerie was one hell of a sight to see, for sure.

“Damn. You ought to be spread out on the pages of a fucking magazine looking like that.”

She beamed, enjoying his praise.

She lifted his shirt over his head and dropped it, and then ran her fingernails down his chest. Meanwhile, Jack quickly removed her nightie, and took a deep breath as her amazing breasts tumbled free from the black lace.

As she lay back on the bed, Jack bent his head and caught an already-hardened nipple in his mouth. He rubbed one hand over the front of her panties and she moaned as he slid a finger inside them. He groaned slightly and his breathing quickened as he ran his finger down her silky pubic hair and then pressed it gently against her softness. She was warm and wet, confirmation of her desire.

“Hot for me already, aren’t you?” Jack grunted, his cock throbbing, begging to take the place of his fingers inside her wet heat.

“Mmm… yeah,” she moaned as he touched her softly, writhing beneath his hand.

He teased her, touching her lightly and only very slowly increasing the intensity as she tried to press herself against him for relief. He allowed her desire to build before finally maintaining the rhythm and pressure she needed to come, grinding herself against his hand wantonly as she climaxed.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Jack whispered harshly. “Come all over my hand.”

He stopped what he was doing to remove her panties, sliding them down her long legs slowly as he continued to admire her unbelievable body.

“You like showing off this sexy little body, don’t you? You like knowing how many dicks you get hard? How many guys jerk off to your hot pictures?”

“Oh yeah. I like knowing they think about my body while their fucking their girlfriends or jerking their dicks off, coming all over my picture. It turns me on.”

“Bet it does,” Jack grunted as he raked his eyes over her sexy body.

He eagerly bent his head between her legs, flicking his tongue lightly over her smooth pussy lips as his nose pressed against her soft, dark curls. He licked and sucked her clit as he fucked her with two fingers. She grabbed the back of his head as she moaned and grinded her hips in response to his expert mouth.

“Oh Jack! Mmmm, I’m coming again!” Isabella cried out, her ass coming up off the bed as her back arched in bliss.

Jack got a charge from her response to him. It was such a turn-on to feel her come, her pussy dripping wet as it contracted around his fingers.

He was rock hard, his excitement obvious and constricted inside his jeans. He stood to remove the rest of his clothes as Isabella caught her breath. She sat up on the edge of the bed as Jack stood in front of her and assisted him in undressing.

When he stood in front of her naked, his impressive cock rigid and straining toward her, she wrapped her hand around him and leaned forward, using her tongue to bring him the kind of pleasure she knew he would enjoy the most. He sighed and put his hands on the back of her head as her tongue and lips explored every imposing inch of him, reveling in the feeling of her welcome distraction.

“Yeah, that’s it, suck my cock, bad girl,” he whispered, thrusting himself into her mouth.

It was so fucking hot to watch her move her mouth up and down on him, those full, plush lips wrapped around his dick, sucking and licking him until he could hardly think straight.

She could have finished him this way easily. The thought of coming all over her face and watching it drip down that smooth skin was tempting, but he wanted to be inside of her.

Jack pulled himself away from her, grabbed a condom from his pocket and put it on.

“Gonna fuck that pussy now. Roll over.”

He was more than ready to lose himself in some mindless fucking. He had no emotional connection with her. This was purely sexual. He never felt anything but sexual desire for any of the women he fucked. It made his life so much easier.

Jack had spent his life observing people, watching them, figuring out what motivated them. Most of the problems people had were self-inflicted, stemming from an inability to control their emotions. Jack made sure he was always in control.

Isabella turned and bent over on her knees and elbows, giving him a stunning view of her from behind. She had an incredible ass and for a second he wondered if she’d let him fuck her in that hole tonight. He enjoyed the feeling of tapping into a tight little ass as much as the next guy, but tonight he preferred the feeling of a hot, slick cunt.

He always craved pussy above all else. Couldn’t get enough of it. Been this way since he was thirteen years old. Conquering the hottest pussy he could find was just a way of life.

He positioned himself behind her on his knees and put his hands on her hips, entering her from behind. He moved himself in and out of her, slowly at first, increasing his intensity and speed. Fuck, it felt good. Isabella moaned and cried out in pleasure with each pounding thrust.

“Harder! Fuck me… make me fucking scream! Fuck me…” Isabella panted as he pulled her a little closer for even deeper penetration.

“You like that? You’re a naughty little thing, aren’t you? You love taking a big cock in your pussy, huh? You love getting fucked just like a little slut should…” Jack’s voice was as brutal as his words and she loved it. He reached his hand around her so he could play with her clit.

“Oh yeah, I want it, Jack… I’m your little slut! Fuck me… make me come. Yeah, just like that! Ooh… yeah! Harder, yes, Jack!” His fingers circled over her clit as he continued to fuck her. She came hard, crying out as her pussy clenched around his cock, putting him over the edge.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, as he pressed himself deep inside of her, grunting slightly as he came.

He savored the feeling of contentment that would only last about sixty seconds before he’d be thinking clearly again. Then he’d be ready to either hang out for a while before going for round two, or get the fuck out of there.

He took a deep breath and pulled out of her, going immediately to the bathroom to throw the condom away.

When he returned to Isabella’s bedroom, she was laying naked in her bed, stretching lazily with a satisfied look on her face.

He glanced around, noticing for the first time that there were framed photographs hung all over the walls. Pictures of Isabella in various poses and stages of undress. Although he appreciated the hot photos, it briefly crossed his mind that it was a little strange that her entire room was a shrine to herself.

“That was just what I needed,” she said. “Thanks for coming over.” Isabella was all business now. He definitely didn’t need to worry about her getting too attached, which he appreciated.

He nodded as he pulled on his clothes. He was ready to go home.

“Good luck with the photo shoot,” he said.

She smiled. “Thanks. I’ll be back in town in a couple of weeks. Call you?”

Jack nodded. “Yeah. Sounds good.”

He left her apartment and headed for home, his motorcycle rumbling through the warm night air.