I was ready to take Bianca to the island.
I was ready to be alone with her. I told myself that it was to see if she had any information about my parents and her parents’ involvement. Maybe she’d know exactly what it was her parents had done to stop my father from being with my mother. Maybe she’d know what secrets my mother took to her grave. I wanted my revenge on her family, but I also wanted to know why. I denied the fact that I also wanted to be alone with her for another reason. I ignored the fact that her face popped into my mind at odd hours and that I had taken to reading all of her movie reviews. I didn’t want to think about that too hard. I couldn’t allow myself to think of her as anyone other than Bianca London, daughter of the people who had indirectly killed my mother.
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“Put your hands up,” I growled in her ear, rubbing my manhood into her backside as I pushed her against the wall. I grabbed her arms and pulled them up and placed them against the wall. I could feel her body trembling under mine, and her fingers gripped the wall unsteadily.
“Oh, Jakob,” she gasped as I kissed her back and moved her hair to the side and over her shoulder. “Don’t stop.” She moaned loudly as I kissed her neck and bit down, tasting her sweet and warm skin.
“What do you want me to do next?” I kissed my way back to her ear as my hands slid down the sides of her dress slowly, stopping at her breasts. I grabbed them and squeezed gently at first and then a little harder, enjoying her little moans of pleasure.
“Take me, Jakob,” she cried out and turned around, her brown eyes alight with desire. “I want you to take me.” She put her arms around my neck and leaned in for a kiss.
“But anyone could walk in,” I said before pressing my lips down on hers and letting my tongue enter her mouth eagerly. I put my arms around her waist and pulled her into me and then stepped forward so that her back was pressed against the wall and her breasts were pressed hard against my chest. My hands reached down and pulled her dress up slightly and my fingers caressed her silky legs. She kissed me back passionately, her lips hard on mine as she sucked on my tongue. I could feel my cock hardening and I knew I had to have her. I knew that I was going to fuck Bianca in the bathroom and I didn’t care who walked in and saw us.
“I don’t care,” she said softly as she pulled away from me after about a minute of kissing.
“Good,” I said, and grabbed her hand and placed it on my hardness. “Neither do I.”
“Oh, Jakob,” she groaned, her eyes widening as she felt just how ready I was to take her. She squeezed my cock and quickly unzipped my pants. I groaned as she dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. Her mouth felt warm and moist and tight, and she sucked on my cock with a deep intensity, taking me farther and farther into her mouth with every gulp. I gripped her shoulders and then pulled on her hair as she increased her pace and brought me close to orgasm.
“What?” I muttered as she sucked on my tip for a few seconds as I was close to orgasm and then stood up. “What are you doing?”
“I want you to fuck me now, Jakob,” she said, and I watched as she pulled her dress up so that it was around her waist. I stared at her shapely ass and rubbed my palms together before giving it a light slap.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you all right.” I pushed her forward so that she was bending over and slipped my hands in between her legs. “Ooh, someone is ready for me already,” I growled as my fingers rubbed her slick wetness. She buckled slightly as my fingers concentrated on her clit, and I grinned to myself as she started moaning.
“Please just enter me Jakob,” she begged me, and I withdrew my fingers and slapped her ass lightly before plunging my cock deep inside of her. “Oh, yes,” she screamed out in ecstasy as I made my way in and out of her quickly. I held onto her hips as I fucked her wildly and with abandon. My cock was harder that it had ever been and Bianca’s * felt even more marvelous than I had imagined it.
“Don’t stop, Jakob,” she screamed as I plunged into her. I could tell that we were both close to orgasm, and I reached around and down the top of her dress so that I could pinch her nipple as I fucked her hard. I groaned as she cried out again in pleasure, the sound of her voice turning me on even more.
“Tell me that you want it, Bianca,” I growled as I entered her again. “Tell me that you want it bad,” I said again, but silence greeted me. “Bianca,” I said, and then everything went black. I groaned as I opened my eyes and realized that I was in my bedroom alone. I tried to close my eyes and think about Bianca in that purple dress at the masquerade ball. It hadn’t been her and we hadn’t had sex in the bathroom, but that didn’t stop me from wanting to try and relive the memory of my dream. I groaned to myself as I realized that my time on the island with Bianca might be very interesting indeed.