Forbidden Affair With My Step Uncle

CHAPTER 9 : Breaking Point.

ISABELLA’S POV ~

Isabella didn’t close the bathroom door behind her.

She left it wide open like a dare.

She walked straight to Callahan’s big bed, climbed on, and lay on her back right in the middle. She spread her legs slow and wide so he could see everything – her smooth pink p***y still wet and shining from the shower steam. Her n*****s were hard. Her heart was beating so fast she could feel it between her legs.

Callahan appeared in the doorway. He was still naked from the shower. Water drops ran down his strong chest. His c**k was rock hard, thick and pointing straight up, the tip already leaking for her. His eyes looked dark and hungry, but also scared.

“Isabella,” he said, voice screeching. “I told you to leave.”

She didn’t move. She just looked at him with big eyes and said, “You told me to get out of the bathroom. I did. Now I’m here. In your bed. Where you sleep every night thinking about me.”

He took one step inside, then stopped. His c**k twitched hard when he saw how wet she was. A drop of c*m slid down his shaft.

“You’re breaking every rule,” he growled. “I gave you rules for a reason.”

“I tried your rules,” she panted. “They don’t work when I can see how hard you get every time I’m close. Look at you. You’re dripping for me again.”

Callahan’s hands shook. He wanted to walk away. He wanted to grab her. He stood there fighting himself, breathing fast.

Isabella sat up on her knees. Her breasts bounced a little. She crawled to the edge of the bed until she was right in front of him.

“Let me help you,” she said softly. “Just once. I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”

She reached out and wrapped her small hand around his thick c**k. It was so hot and heavy. She stroked him once, slow, spreading the leaking c*m over the head with her thumb.

Callahan sucked in a sharp breath. His hips pushed forward without him meaning to. A low groan came out of his throat.

“You’re so big,” she grunted softly, looking up at him with wet eyes. “I’ve wanted you to f**k me for so long. I crave your d**k morning and night.” She tightens her grip on his c**k.

His hand came up and grabbed her hair, not too rough, but tight. “Don’t say that. f**k… you’re killing me.”

She stroked him again, slower this time, squeezing gently. “Then stop fighting. Just feel me. Feel how much I want you.”

Callahan’s eyes closed for a second. When they opened again, something had changed. The guilt was still there, but the hunger was stronger.

He pulled her up by her hair and kissed her hard. His tongue pushed into her mouth like he was starving. Isabella moaned into the kiss and pressed her naked body against him. His c**k slid between her thighs, rubbing right against her wet p***y lips but not going inside yet.

They fell onto the bed together. He was on top, heavy and warm. His mouth moved down to her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Then lower, to her breasts. He sucked one n****e into his mouth while his hand squeezed the other.

Isabella arched her back and cried out. “Callahan… please…”

He kissed down her stomach, spreading her legs wider. When his mouth reached her p***y he didn’t tease. He licked her slow and deep, tasting how wet she was for him. His tongue circled her c**t, then pushed inside her.

She grabbed his hair and moaned loud. “Oh God… yes… just like that…”

He ate her like he couldn’t get enough. Two thick fingers slid inside her, curling, rubbing that spot that made her legs shake. She came fast – hard – her whole body shaking while she whispered his name over and over.

Before she could catch her breath, he moved back up. His c**k was so hard it looked almost angry. He rubbed the thick head up and down her slippery p***y.

“Last chance to stop,” he said, voice shaking. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

Isabella looked into his eyes. She saw the years of wanting, the guilt, the love he was scared to feel.

“I’m not stopping,” she whispered. “I want you inside me. I want all of you.”

Callahan groaned like he was in pain. Then he pushed forward.

The head stretched her open. Inch by inch he sank inside until he was all the way in. They both moaned loud. He was so deep she felt him everywhere.

For a moment he stayed still, forehead pressed to hers.

“I’m sorry,” he said under his breath. “I’m so f*****g sorry… but I can’t stop wanting you.”

Then he started to move.

Slow at first. Deep. Every thrust made her feel full and claimed. His hips rolled, grinding against her c**t. His hands held her face so she had to look at him while he f****d her.

“You’re squeezing me so good, baby,” he breathed out shakily. “So soft, so f*****g perfect.”

Isabella wrapped her legs around him tighter. Tears slipped from her eyes – happy tears, overwhelmed tears.

“Harder,” she begged. “I can take it.”

He gave it to her. His thrusts got faster, deeper. The bed creaked. Skin slapped against skin. He f****d her like he had waited his whole life for this moment.

When she came again, she cried out his name and squeezed him so tight he couldn’t hold back. He buried himself deep and came hard, filling her with hot, thick c*m while he groaned against her neck.

They stayed like that – locked together, breathing hard, hearts beating fast.

Callahan kissed her softly on the lips, then on her forehead.

The phone in the bathroom started ringing again.

Victor.

They both heard it.

But neither of them moved.

Callahan rasped against her skin, “I’m not letting you go. Not tonight.”

Isabella smiled, still full of him, and muttered back, “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”