Isabella gets a shocking surprise

He followed, crawling over her, his weight pressing down on her. His hands pinned her wrists above her head, holding her in place as he positioned himself between her legs. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, hot and throbbing, sending shivers of excitement down her spine.

He leaned down, his tongue lapping at her neck, trailing down to her collarbone. She arched into his touch, her body responding instinctively, craving more. He nipped at her skin, leaving small marks in his wake, claiming her as his own. He licked and suckled as he moved, finally finding his face in her smooth and pale armpit her arms that were raised up high.

"Ooohhh..." Isabella moaned as she felt his tongue and teeth, the sensation both ticklish and erotic, making her squirm beneath him.

His nose burrowed into her armpit, inhaling deeply before he growled, "I'm going to devour your body, starting with this delightful treat." His tongue traced the lines of her underarms, his lips and teeth grazing her skin, pushing her arms back so that they were locked behind her head. She was trapped, held captive by the sheer **** of his desire.

"Please... please..." she begged, not even sure what she was asking for anymore. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation.

He pulled back, his eyes burning into hers, a wicked gleam in his gaze. "You want it, don't you? You want me to make you scream, to fuck you senseless." It wasn't a question but a statement, one that sent a wave of heat crashing through her.

She could only nod, her voice lost in a sea of desire. He smirked, his fingers trailing down her body, teasing her, taunting her with feather-light touches that left her gasping for more.

"Say it," he commanded, his voice rough with lust. "Tell me what you need."

"I need you to fuck me," she whispered, barely able to form the words. "I need your cock inside me, pounding me, filling me up."

He grinned, his teeth flashing white in the dim light. "Good girl."

Slowly, teasingly, he entered her, his cock stretching her wide, filling her completely. She gasped at the sensation, her body clenching around him, welcoming him inside her. He began to move, thrusting into her slowly at first, then faster, harder, his hips slamming against hers with each stroke. She cried out, her voice echoing off the walls, her pleasure building with each thrust.

"You're so tight," he groaned, his voice hoarse with lust. "So wet for me. Do you like being fucked by a man old enough to be your father?"

"Yes," she whimpered, her body arching against him, **** for more. "Yes, I love it. Fuck me harder, daddy."

He complied, his hips snapping forward with renewed ****, his cock slamming into her depths, hitting spots she didn't even know existed. The room filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding, the wet slap of flesh against flesh, punctuated by their gasps and moans. The man might lack the sheer virality of a younger man, but his experience more than made up for it. His cock seemed to know where exactly the dull aches inside her womb were, massaging the itch within Isabella never knew she had.

"Look at me," he commanded, and she opened her eyes to meet his gaze, bright blue and intense behind his silver mask. He was watching her intently, studying every twitch and tremor of her body as he fucked her relentlessly. "I want to see your face when you come."

She whimpered, her body coiling tighter and tighter, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. He leaned down, his lips crushing against hers, his tongue invading her mouth, claiming her completely. It was too much; she shattered beneath him, her body convulsing, waves of pleasure crashing over her, her cries piercing the air.

"FUUUUuuccCK!" she screamed, her fingers digging into his wrists, holding on for dear life as he continued to pound into her, drawing out her orgasm until she thought she might pass out from the sheer intensity of it.

He kept his strokes slow and methodical as she came down from her high, a surgeon when Isabella had only known butchers. She was utterly spent, her body limp and motionless beneath him, save for the shudders that shoot through her body at random, her muscles twitching beyond her control. She couldn't help but be amazed at how this older man made her feel so much, so intensely, compared to the younger men of the party.

As she lay there, catching her breath, she felt him pull out of her, his cock slick with their mingled juices, still hard and proud. He rolled off of her, settling beside her on the bed. His fingers traced lazy circles on her stomach, making her shiver with aftershocks of pleasure.

"Wow," she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper. "That was... incredible."

He chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. But we're not done yet. Not by a long shot."

Her eyes widened, her body still tingling from the **** of her orgasm. "What do you mean?"

He grinned, his teeth flashing white in the dim light. "I mean, my dear, that I'm not finished with you yet. Not even close." His fingers slipped between her legs again, stroking her clit, reigniting the fire within her. "I plan to fuck you until you're a quivering mess of pleasure and exhaustion, begging me for mercy."

She shivered, a mixture of excitement and apprehension coursing through her. "I'm not sure if I can take much more," she whispered, biting her lip.

"Oh, you can," he assured her, his voice low and confident. "And you will. You'll discover depths of pleasure you never knew existed, and I'll be there every step of the way, pushing you, testing your limits."

With that, he shifted on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows. He beckoned her with a crooked finger, his eyes penetrating and inviting. "Ride me," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "I want to see you on top of me, your body moving in rhythm with mine."

She hesitated for a moment, still reeling from the intensity of their previous encounter. But she couldn't resist the temptation; the pull was too strong, too alluring. She climbed atop him, straddling his hips, feeling the hard length of his arousal brush against her inner thigh. Her breath hitched in her throat as she positioned herself above him, the anticipation building like a storm within her. Slowly, tantalizingly, she lowered herself onto him, his cock sliding into her wet heat inch by exquisite inch.

"Oh, fuck," she gasped, her voice quivering with pleasure. She could feel every ridge, every vein as he filled her, stretching her deliciously. Her hips began to move, tentative at first, then bolder as she found her rhythm. Her body moved like a serpent, thrashing and writhing above him, her golden chains swaying wildly to her movements.

He watched her intently, his eyes roaming over her body, drinking in the sight of her tanned skin, her heaving chest, her head thrown back in ecstasy. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her, helping her find the perfect angle to maximize their pleasure.

"That's it," he growled, his voice hoarse with lust. "Ride me, baby. Ride my cock like I own you."

She whimpered, her thighs trembling as she increased her pace, her hips grinding against him, her clit rubbing against his pelvis with every stroke. She could feel him deep inside her, stirring up her insides, a blender to tender flesh.

"Oh god," she moaned, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "Oh fuck, you're destroying me. You're ruining my pussy."

He smirked, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "And you feel incredible around me," he replied, his voice dripping with desire. "Your cunt is so tight, so wet for me. You're perfect."

He surged upwards, his hands gripping her ass, lifting her up before slamming back down onto him. She cried out, her nails digging into his chest, her body arching against his as he repeated the motion, over and over again.

The bed rocked beneath them, the headboard banging against the wall, their bodies moving together in a frantic dance of lust and passion. She could feel her orgasm building once more, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to consume her, to shatter her into a thousand pieces. Her moans echoed throughout the room, mixing with his grunts and growls, a harmony of carnal desire.

As she felt herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, the door burst open, and Carlos stormed in, his face a mask of rage behind his black mask.

"What the fuck is going on here?" he roared, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of Isabella and the older man, their bodies intertwined. "Isabella, you little slut! I knew you were up to no good tonight, but this? This is too much, even for you."

The older man smirked, his grip on Isabella's hips tightening possessively. "Jealous, Carlos?" he taunted. "Can't stand to see someone else enjoying what you claim as your own?"

Carlos snarled, his fists clenching at his sides. "She's not yours to play with, Father," he spat. "She's mine. And I won't tolerate this disrespect."

"Father?!" Isabella gasped, her eyes widening as she looked between the two men, realization dawning on her. "Carlos... this is your father?"

The elder Silva smiled wolfishly, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Indeed, my dear. Allow me to formally introduce myself — Hugo Silva, Carlos's father." He chuckled darkly. "And you, my lovely Isabella, have just become caught in a power struggle between father and son. How very fortunate for you."

Isabella's heart raced as she glanced back and forth between Hugo and his son. It explained their similar features - the sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, the aura of raw masculinity they both exuded.

"Get off her," Carlos demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

Hugo merely raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "I don't think our dear Isabella wants me to do that, do you?" He turned his gaze to her, his expression both commanding and seductive. "Tell him, darling. Tell him how much you want to stay impaled on my cock."

Isabella bit her lip, her body still tingling from the way Hugo had played it like an instrument. She wanted him to finish, to make her come apart again, but she could also feel Carlos's anger and frustration rolling off him in waves.

Hugo's hand slid up her back, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her down for a searing kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, claiming her with such intensity that she couldn't help but moan against his lips.

When he finally released her, Isabella was breathless and flushed. She glanced at Carlos, seeing the jealousy and anger in his eyes, and she felt a pang of guilt. But there was also something exhilarating about being desired by not one but two powerful men, and she couldn't deny the thrill that raced through her veins.

"I..." she hesitated, her voice trembling.

"Oh fine, off you go." Hugo sighed, lifting her up, pulling her off his cock.

Her pussy constricted around his girth, unwilling to give it up. The friction and suction hit her like a freight train, and her toes curled and her legs stretched straight out as she let out a moan.

"OOOooohhhh...."Inch after inch of his cock reappeared, emerging from her **** pussy, drawing out her moans.

"Ssshhhiiitt..." Isabella hissed. The head of Hugo's cock finally slipped out with an audible sucking pop, the rim of Isabella's pussy gripping him tightly before it was finally freed, and Isabella let out a whimper at the loss of him filling her. Her legs quivered uncontrollably, and she slid onto the bed, unable to stand, her hole gaping open from his girth. She was so close, she thought dreamily.