Carmen
Sebastian shifted me on his lap until I was facing away from him. I closed my eyes as his fingers trailed down my arms, the goosebumps making me lightheaded. I shifted back and forth, my pussy juice no doubt staining his expensive linen trousers. The thought made me smile even as he raked his nails down my back. The touch was exhilarating.
He lifted my hips once again, pushing my feet tight against the floor. As he pressed his cockhead up and down the length of my pussy, I bit back a moan. When he plunged his cock back inside, I couldn’t hold back my exclamations, releasing a scream that filtered into the air above us.
“You like it rough, don’t you?” he asked in his usual demanding manner.
“Yes.” There was no reason to lie.
“You crave my thick cock buried in every hole.”
Fuck, yes. “Yes. God, yes.” I wiggled back and forth, enjoying another wave of friction.
“Then every hole is what you deserve.” Sebastian eased his hand under my bottom, shifting his shaft and pushing me forward. “I love your tight little asshole.”
I held my breath as he positioned the tip against my dark hole, biting back several screams the moment he slipped just inside, holding me aloft as if waiting to give me time to adjust. I clenched my eyes shut, planting my hands on his legs, my fingers just as tense as the rest of my body.
There was nothing gentle about the way he took my ass, plummeting his cock all the way inside.
“Oh… God…” My words were breathless as dazzling sensations of pain mixed with sheer euphoria, driving me to extreme nirvana. Lights shifted in front of my eyes, my vision cloudy and my mind unable to process anything but the beautiful ecstasy that rolled through my body like wildfire.
He pumped me up and down only twice, slamming me back against his legs then shifting his hand around my thigh, stroking my clit. As he swirled his fingertip around in an aimless fashion, I realized I’d dug my nails into his skin.
I could no longer breathe, was unable to process anything around me but the sheer pleasure. I shifted up onto my toes, riding him once again, the action far more powerful and wicked than before.
His dark chuckle was like a purring wildcat, the sound soothing in its complexity. I became a crazed woman, using my legs to lift my body, humping his cock as he rolled his finger around my swollen tissue. I couldn’t get enough of him, working my torso, going up and down over and over again.
He added a second and third finger, now using his thumb to drive my clit into an even more sensitive state as he pumped his long digits inside my aching pussy. I could hear his heavy breathing, knew that it was only a matter of time until he exploded into me. The very second he slid his other hand to cup my breast, I thought I would lose it. I tried desperately to hold back my raging orgasm, wanting this to last.
“Fuck, so damn tight. Hot.” His whispers were ragged, husky from lust and he peppered kisses along the back of my neck. Even as he dragged his raspy tongue up and down my prickled skin, I did everything I could to hold on.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.” I heard the sounds pushing up from my tight throat, could barely think about anything but the hard fucking. The man had unchained me, opening up Pandora’s Box with his demanding needs, his dark desires. I no longer cared whether this was a sin of God or a match made in heaven. I simply needed more.
Craved more.
Hungered for everything the man could give me.
I worked him, moving up and down in a frantic pace and all the while his fingers worked magic, driving me close to an incredible climax then pulling back. The way he pinched my clit with one hand, twisting my nipple with the other was mind blowing. I could tell he was close to coming, knew that he couldn’t hold back much longer.
And so I squeezed my muscles.
His roar gave me a series of scintillating thoughts, all so naughty, filthy in every manner. I struggled to breathe as his fingers drove me to madness, slapping at his legs as he pushed me closer and closer.
“Please let me come. Please,” I mumbled, uncertain if I could even stop the orgasm that hovered right around the brink.
“Will you be a good little girl?” he asked.
My response was to squeeze once again. His ravaged howl was my sweet reward.
“Tell me!” he demanded.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
As he buried his face into my neck, I lost all control.
“Then come,” he commanded.
There was no holding back, no sense of anything but my desire for the utmost pleasure. I exploded, my entire body shaking in a violent manner as one orgasm became two, then the most incredible wave. I was lost in the moment of ecstasy, barely hearing his anguished expression as he jerked me up and down on his cock.
But I felt his release, his seed filling my dark hole, keeping me tangled in a loop of sheer heaven.
When he was finished, he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close until our breathing calmed. The way his fingers delicately stroked my skin was the icing on the very rich cake, pulling me closer to him, to a man who refused to allow anyone to say no.
He’d gotten what he wanted.
He’d taken what he needed.
And what he didn’t know is that he had already stolen a portion of my heart.
Sebastian pressed kisses against the back of my neck before easing me to the couch, forcing me to lie on my stomach as he rose to his feet. “You’re going to stay right here. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes?” He smacked my bottom four times in rapid succession.
“Yes. Sir.” I half smiled at the requirement. I’d never even called my father sir.
“Better.”