“Yes,” he hisses. “Just. Like. That.” He repeats the movement, and pre-ejaculate beads on his end.
The idea of him coming undone because of me fries my brain, and I clench hard to stop my own orgasm.
He’s got me, and he’s got me good. This is next level fucking hot.
I want to taste it. I want him in my mouth.
I turn my head toward him. He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my face back to his with his dark eyes holding mine.
“Stop.” He bends and slowly licks my lips. “I’ll tell you when to suck.” He licks me again, but this time it turns into a kiss, his tongue dancing seductively against mine. My eyes close.
Oh God.
With his hands still in my hair, his tongue rides the top of mine, back and forth, back and forth.
Everything about this setting is wrong, hot, and damn… I feel bad to the bone. Like a porn star or something. This is unchartered territory for me. My sex life has always been average at best.
He grabs the base of his cock and stands upright, breaking the kiss. He rubs the tip of his cock through my open lips, and his eyes darken with delight. A dark and dangerous smile flashes across his face. “I like this look on you.”
I smirk around him. “Shut up or I’ll bite it off.”
He chuckles before he slides his dick down my throat, and I gag.
“Take it.” His hands tighten in my hair. “Fucking take it all.”
Good God, he’s a big man.
I close my eyes and try to deal with the sheer size of him. The taste of his pre-ejaculate warms my taste buds.
Our eyes lock, and then, as if he’s unable to hold off any longer, he pulls me to my feet and slides my panties down my legs. He slides his fingers through my dripping lips, and his eyes flutter shut as he lets out a sharp hiss.
He turns quickly and shuffles through his jacket pocket. Before I know it, he’s rolling a condom on and dragging me over to the sofa where he falls into a seated position. He pulls me over the top of him and then holds the base of his cock up, his eyes locked on mine. “Get on it.”
I laugh as I lose all control and straddle him.
His fingers find that spot between my legs, and he slowly slides two fingers deep inside.
“Tight and wet,” he says. “Just how I like it.”
His fingers move inside me, almost violently as I kneel above him, and I grip his broad shoulders for balance. The sound of my arousal echoes in the room, and I shudder.
“Don’t even fucking think about coming.” He bites my nipple through my bra. My head tips back, and I whimper out loud.
Holy shit. What the hell is going on here?
He’s a god.
And I’m not supposed to be doing this.
He grabs my ass cheek, and with one hand holding himself up, and the other pulling me down onto him, he slides in deep. I feel the sharp sting of his possession stretching my body completely open.
Oh… Fuck.
We stare at each other, and it feels like something shifts between us.
“Fuck…” I whimper before I bend to kiss him. “So… good.”
He smiles against my lips, and he grabs my hipbones, grinding me down onto him, circling himself deep within me.
A deep, guttural moan escapes me, and I begin to see stars.
No… hold it!
He repeats the delicious movement once more, and I almost lose control.
“I’m going to come,” I whimper. “I can’t hold it.” Nobody could be fucked like this and not come.
“That’s okay.” He looks up at me and brushes the hair back from my forehead. “You come hard for me, baby. Milk my cock.”
He slams me down hard as he takes my lips in his, and I cry into his mouth, my body convulsing. Then, the weirdest thing happens. His grip on my face softens, and our kiss turns tender. We stop moving, and we kiss as if we have all the time in the world, like it’s the only thing that matters. It’s sweet and wonderful, and I forget where I am.
He smiles against my lips and then lifts me to lay me back on the couch, where he spreads my legs open.
His eyes stay fixed on my sex as he slowly spreads my lips apart with his fingers.
I hold my breath.
What’s he doing?
Is he stopping?
Doesn’t he want to come?
He spreads my thighs and drops to his knees beside the couch, and he licks me. “I need to taste you.”
His thick tongue swipes through my flesh, and his eyes close in pleasure. “So fucking good,” he moans against my sex.
Goosebumps scatter up my spine as I watch the most sexual creature I have ever encountered lick me up.
I reach down and run my fingers through his black hair. He looks up and our eyes lock.
Holy hell.
Then he’s all in, moving almost violently against me; his lips, whiskers, and face glistening with the evidence of my orgasm.
He closes his eyes in a state of absolute bliss. His thick tongue thrashes and, oh God, my back arches off the couch.
“Ahh!” I cry.
He flips me over and drags me to the end of the couch, positioning me on my knees before he slams in hard from behind.
The air is knocked from my lungs, and I push my face into the cushions.
Ouch, fuck!
He fucks me, and it’s hard, deep, and powerful strokes. His thick cock is moving at a piston pace, and somewhere in my daze, I come to the realization that I’ve never been fucked like this before.
So thoroughly.
So completely.
He begins to moan, and I smile against the cushions. What a fucking hot sound that is. He slams into me and then holds himself deep. I feel the telling jerk of his cock as he comes hard. He lets out a low, guttural moan, and he continues to slowly slide in and out, releasing his body of the last of his orgasm.
I’m gasping for breath; my body is wet with perspiration. I glance over my shoulder to see Sebastian’s satisfied smile.
I pant and drop my head, my body still shuddering with waves of pleasure deep inside.
Just wow.
He pulls out, panting for breath as he tips his head back to look up at the ceiling. His hands rest on his hips.
“Fucking hell,” he gasps.
I’m speechless. There’s not a coherent thought in my empty head.
He was meant to be sweet and simple, not hot and devious.
That was so random.
“Shower,” he says, and he grabs my hand to pull me up. He leads me down the hall and into the bathroom. After he turns the hot water of the shower on, he removes his condom and throws it in the waste bin.
Without another word, he spins me away from him and unfastens my bra.
I glance over at our reflection in the mirror. My hair is all over the place, and he’s completely naked.
I think we’ve been in the apartment for all of fifteen minutes. So much for me not sleeping with anyone. I guess I really am an Escape Girl.
Whorebag extraordinaire.
Sebastian throws my bra to the floor, and then he moves my hair to one side of my neck and tenderly kisses me on the sensitive skin there.
“You were incredible,” he breathes against my ear.
My hand instinctively rises to his face, and we stand cheek to cheek for a moment. Our eyes lock in the mirror, and his forehead creases. I turn toward him to take his face in both hands, and I kiss him softly. I don’t want anything hard anymore.
I want sweet. I want gentle. I want tenderness.