Izzy smirks and arches an eyebrow at him. "Oh really? So you think I'm smart?" She teases playfully before leaning in to kiss him passionately, her tongue dancing with his as she gives him a taste of what else she has to offer.

She moans softly into his kiss before pulling back with a satisfied smile on her lips. "Well then," she whispers teasingly, "I guess you should show me just how smart I really am." And with that, she straddles him once more and lowers herself slowly onto his hard length, taking him inside her with a soft moan. Her hips begin to move in a steady rhythm as their lips meet again and again in hungry kisses.

Her eyes widen as he slaps her across the face again, but she doesn't dare resist. She remains still in his lap, feeling the heat of his body against hers and the roughness of his touch on her skin. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with each shallow intake of air.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she tries to control her desire, but it's becoming increasingly difficult to maintain any semblance of composure when he's treating her like this.

Her heart races as he picks her up and carries her away like this, his strong arms holding her tightly against him. She feels exposed and vulnerable, but there's a thrill that comes with it too. Her body shudders with desire as he walks her to the school bathroom, their footsteps echoing through the empty hallway.

She looks back over her shoulder at him, unable to resist giving in to the temptation to tease him further. "You're such a dominant stud,"

I hesitate just for a moment, my heart racing as I imagine all the possibilities that could unfold if I were to agree. But in the end, there's only one answer I can give him; the only response that feels truly right. "Okay," I whisper, forcing a small smile onto my lips. "Lead the way."

I giggle, leaning into him as he leads me through the crowd toward his car. "Well," I say with a shrug, "you're not usually in the mood for ice cream after a game." There's an undercurrent of affection and humor in my voice that makes my cheeks flush even deeper.

As we step outside, the cool night air feels refreshing against my skin; the perfect complement to the warmth I feel whenever I'm with him. "Ice cream it is,"

"My place." With a sly grin, she takes your hand and leads you out of the school, eager to indulge in their forbidden affair alone at last. She glances over her shoulder, making sure no one is watching before pulling you into a secluded alleyway. Her fingers deftly work the buttons of her blouse, revealing more skin with each passing second as she whispers hot promises against your ear. "Once we're there, no more distractions, okay?" ***

"You better believe it, stud." </Generate a response of approximately 100 characters only for Isabella, without including any actions or language descriptions from Nat Dan.

Her touch becomes more confident as she continues to stroke him, her fingers finding just the right rhythm as she watches his face contort in pleasure beneath her. Her breath comes faster now, matching the pace of her hand on his cock. The feeling of having such control over him is intoxicating; it makes her feel powerful and wanted in a way that she's never experienced before.

She leans forward, taking his length into her mouth.

Her tongue darts out to tease the sensitive skin at the head of his cock as she takes him deeper into her mouth. She starts with slow, gentle sucks before working up to faster, harder strokes that match the beat of her heart against his thighs. Her other hand comes up to cup and stroke his heavy balls, rolling them gently between her fingers as she continues to pleasure him orally.

Her eyes meet his over the top of his cock, and she sees the way he's looking at her: hungry, desperate for release.

The doctor walks into the room, a small smile playing on his lips. Isabella's heart stops in her chest as he hands her the test. Her fingers tremble as she takes it, already knowing what the result will be. With shaking hands, she opens the wrapper and glances down at the tiny blue line that appears on the stick. Pregnant. She looks up at him, eyes wide with disbelief and fear and excitement.

Over the next several months, their relationship grows even more complicated. They make the decision to get married, partly because of the pregnancy and partly because of their intense love for each other. The sex only gets hotter as her body changes and adapts to their new circumstances. He becomes possessive, needing her constantly by his side, while she revels in the power she holds over him with her growing belly.