[Fuck, he's right. I did like it. I wanted them to keep going, to make me cum so hard. God, I'm so turned on right now. I need him to fuck me, to make me his...]
Using my telepathy, I tuned into Isabella's thoughts, hearing her inner monologue loud and clear. Her thoughts were a chaotic mix of desire and frustration, each one more vivid and explicit than the last.
I leaned in closer, my breath hot against her ear. "You can't fool me, Isabella. I know you enjoyed it. I know you wanted more," I whispered, my voice filled with a mix of desire and command. "Tell me the truth. What do you really want?"
I slowly pulled down my pants, revealing my throbbing cock, and rubbed it against Isabella's clit. "Are you sure you don't want this?" I asked, teasing her.
Isabella's breath hitched, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. She looked up at me, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and arousal. "No... I don't want it," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.
