Lucifer’s Obsession 18+

Four - Ghost from the past

Isabelle bit her fingers in the uber home, regretting instantly why she chose to turn down Lucifer’s offer to take her home. Maybe part of her was scared he would see the real her, the her that she kept from the public eyes. She was blowing hot and cold at the same time, the demon still had a way of ruining things for her, she could have been getting the best orgasm of her life currently but he still made a way to her head.

Jeremy belonged to her past and she wished he remain there. There was no way she could continue that amazing s*x with Lucifer after moaning out a name she was never supposed to mention again, it was that horrible. Maybe her body was already used to the fact that he was the only one who gave amazing s*x, she could have accepted fate and tried to rebel against it. Now she just had the most awkward night of her life, this was almost midnight and she was heading home horny as hell and now her stupid ex just ruined her chance to get an orgasm. Not like she had been able to get one since they split and now that she was quite close to getting it, he ruined it by popping into her head.

When the cab stopped in front of her apartment, she rushed in and she locked the door after her, she leaned back on the door and willed herself not to cry. At least she had been preventing herself from going back to him even in desperate times and today marks a week since she stopped letting him f**k her in a dirty manner and still go back home to his pregnant wife. It could have been her but life happened and he would never be enough for her.

She turned around to remove the clothes that she had thrown on in awkwardness after the whole s****l innuendos with Lucifer died. Even the zip was done wrongly, she just wanted to get out of there in shame. It was too much for her to take and she didn’t want to even talk about it. Talking about Jeremy without breaking down in tears was almost impossible. She was bigger than that now and she would move on from the son of a b***h.

The light came on and Isabelle was startled, she was quite sure she switched off everything and her key was with her all through. She looked around only to find Jeremy sitting on the couch and his entire person taking up the whole space. She took in his appearance, his suit jacket was discarded and his shirt were too tight on his chiseled abs. She wanted to take her eyes off him but she couldn’t. The same body she had always traced her lips against all night without the lights, she knew his build without having to try at all. She knew how he tasted too. Her breathing became restricted. How could someone look this good and still be a devil. She wanted to stop thinking of him, sitting down in her living room wasn’t doing anyone any good. She needed to get rid of him very fast. There is no way she would do that if she doesn’t say no to him.

“Come here kitten, you missed daddy. Didn’t you?” He whispered loudly enough for her to hear and she gulped down. There was no way she would be able to resist him if he was looking like this. He was looking too good for her own benefit and the way he rolled up his shirt sleeves was her undoing and he knew it. She started moving towards him on her own accord, she really wished her feet would stop moving but the more she tried, the harder it became. Soon she was standing in front of him and he pulled her to his lap. She gulped down again, this time in fear of what he would do her body and her soul. He traced his hands over her opened arms just the way she liked it and she stifled a moan. She was already used to his touch that he didn’t have to do much to drive her crazy. He left her hands alone and he cupped her breasts through the gown. She tried to stifle a moan and use her common sense. They weren’t supposed to be doing this, it was all shades of wrong.

“Stop… Jeremy..” her next words got stuck in her throat as his fingers found her n*****s through the lace. When he tweaked it, she wasn’t sure what she wanted anymore. The abandoned orgasm coupled with what he was doing to her body, she doubted if she would deny herself another orgasm again tonight.

“Are you sure you want me to stop?” He asked lowly and he trailed his mouth against her neck, she gulped and he smiled. He knew she wouldn’t be able to say no to him. He tugged on her n****e a little harder and he rolled them in between his fingers. He kissed his way back to her ear and by now, she was already a messy pool of emotions.

“If you want me to stop, just say it. I will stop right now and walk out of that door.” He whispered lowly and she shook her head. Unable to process any coherent word because of what his hands was doing to her. She melted against him and he smirked, he knew she would give in. No matter how much he messed up, she would always be ready for him.

He unzipped her gown and she stepped out of it, he turned around and he drank in her naked body. No matter how many times he has seen her, he would never be able to get enough of her. Isabelle was on hell of a pretty woman. They both knew that, that was the same reason he kept coming back. He should be home now with his pregnant wife but here he was about to f**k another woman senselessly.

He picked her up effortlessly before heading to her room, he had been here too many times and he knew her apartment like the back of his hands. He lowered her onto the bed before hurriedly getting rid of his own trouser, he couldn’t wait anymore and any attempt to slow down, he wouldn’t last more than that minute. His d**k slapped against his stomach as he got rid of the trouser and he opened her legs wide. He rubbed himself between her fold and after making sure his tip was well lubricated, he went in.

Isabelle groaned as the man drove into her in one swift fluid movement and he groaned. Her p***y walls were closing against him too fast and he doubted if he was going to last. He turned her around and this time she was arching. Her ass was in the air and he couldn’t resist smacking that thick meat. He always enjoyed pounding her from the back because the way he reads bounced made him more aroused than her p***y itself. He pulled her closer before he drove straight into her roughly. He started moving at that same pace and what filled the room was sounds of her moans and his grunts. He was moving to fast and he enjoyed the way he was pounding her so fast. Isabelle felt her orgasm start to build up and her moans increased. She was enjoying it, she was enjoying this. Maybe Jeremy blocking her previous orgasm opened way for a better one.

With one final thrust, he spilled his juice into her. He had promised himself to pull out last minute but something about the way her ass kept on bouncing with each thrusts made him doubt his ability to last long with her. s*x with Isabelle has always been like this, she was always open to try new things. He walked away from a arching Isabelle and he tried to ignore the way his seed was seeping out of her shaved p***y. It was an erotic sight and he doubted if he looked at it too long, he would go back to f*****g her again till daybreak. It would cause issues between him and Sara, he wasn’t supposed to be here at all.

Isabelle watched him enter the bathroom and she knew the party was over. He wasn’t going to f**k her overnight and he had a pregnant wife to get back to. Whatever happened between them would always remain a shameful secret and she would always be his quick f**k whenever he was returning from work and he knew his wife wouldn’t make him c*m like Isabelle does. It was tiring, not the kind of life she should settle with. She deserved more than being the mistress but she was too scared to ask for more. Jeremy walked out of her bathroom, no doubt he went to clean himself. He went to erase every evidence of their lust and go back home to his wife. He picked his shirt and he threw it on without another word to Isabelle, he walked out of the apartment. She broke down in tears, Jeremy treated her worse than anyone had ever treated her and yet she still let him do it.