Chapter 90
Her lips parted, and he covered them with his own, swallowing her gasps and moans as she came. Her pussy squeezed him tight, and he followed her over the edge with a harsh groan.
Everything inside of him melted, and for the first time in his life he felt like maybe he wasn’t completely fucked up.
Maybe he wasn’t too broken to be loved again. Maybe Isabella really was the one to do it.
* * *
Sebastian woke to the sound of his phone vibrating on his bedside table.
He cursed, dropping his head back onto his pillow and closing his eyes again.
He hadn’t slept this well in years. Not since he was a kid. He was going to make sure he got every minute of sleep he could before he got up.
The phone continued to vibrate, and Sebastian let out a growl. Fuck whoever was trying to reach him.
He reached over and picked it up, frowning at the text from his lawyer.
He was supposed to get married today. In fact, he had an entire day of meetings scheduled with investors in an effort to save his company.
His gaze dropped down to the beautiful woman curled up beside him. Her hair was fanned out on his pillow, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen. His chest ached as he looked at her.
Fuck it. He had to cancel his plans and bring her along anyway. He couldn’t leave her here alone all day. He had no idea how she would react to their deal now. Whether or not she still wanted to go through with it after last night.
His cock hardened at the memory of her beneath him. God, she felt so fucking good.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom, and Sebastian cursed as he got out of bed. He needed to talk to her before things got any further.
He stepped into the bathroom and stopped at the sight of her stepping into the shower.
Her hair was pulled up in a tight ponytail, and her back was a beautiful expanse of smooth skin. Her ass…
His cock was so hard it hurt as he stepped towards the glass door.
“Open the door,” he grunted.
She spun around, her hands flying to cover herself. “Sebastian! What are you doing?”
The image of her wet body, the way she had tensed for him last night, made his cock throb with need. He needed to be inside of her again.
Now.
“I need you again,” he growled, dropping his gaze to his cock. “Now.”
Her eyes dropped down to his cock and then back up to his eyes. “We need to talk first.”
“We can talk later. I’ll take you as long as you want.”
Her throat worked, and her gaze dropped down to his length again. He could see the want in her eyes, and he knew she was already wet for him again.
“I can’t do that,” she whispered. “I’m sore.”
“I’ll be gentle,” he promised. “I won’t hurt you.” He reached down and stroked himself slowly, watching as her eyes widened. “See?” He teased the tip of his cock with his thumb, watching as a bead of moisture gathered at the tip. “I’ll be gentle.”
He watched as she licked her lips, her hands falling away from her body. “How gentle?” she asked.
He smiled, stepping back. “Come here and find out.”
* *
She was in so much trouble.
Sebastian looked like sin incarnate, his eyes dark and hungry on her. She felt her thighs clench together at the sight of his thick cock standing upright between his thighs.
She wanted him.
Desperately.
Her mouth watered at the thought of tasting him. She’d never done it before, but with Sebastian… she felt like she could do anything with him.
“Come here,” he repeated, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine.
She stepped out of the shower, her skin prickling as the cool air hit her. Sebastian closed the distance between them and wrapped her in a towel, lifting her into his arms and carrying her out of the bathroom.
He set her down on his bed and dropped down before her, pulling the towel away from her body with a growl. “You look fucking perfect like this. All wet and ready for me.”
A flush burned through her cheeks at his words. “Sebastian.” She had never been shy around men before, but now-looking up at his powerful form, the fire in his eyes as he stared up at her pussy-she felt bashful.
He dropped forward to press a kiss against her stomach, his fingers tracing up the inside of her thighs. “I promised I would go slow.” His mouth dropped to kiss the top of her pussy. “Tell me if I hurt you.”
Isabella felt her thighs tremble as his tongue traced down her folds, spreading her apart and licking up her center. He kissed her like she was the best thing he had ever tasted-like he wanted to devour her whole.
“Sebastian.” Her head fell back at the sensation of his hot tongue on her clit.
He moaned against her, his tongue working in slow circles around her clit. “I know, sweetheart. Just let me feel you.”
“Feel me?” she gasped.
Sebastian lifted his head, looking up at her with dark eyes. “I need to know everything about you,” he said roughly. “I need to hear how I make you feel and watch you come apart for me.” He leaned back in, dropping a kiss against her inner thigh. “Let me taste you.”
Isabella watched in wonder as he went back to work, his tongue teasing her until her legs began to shake and she was clutching his head in her hands.
“Sebastian,” she gasped again.
He lifted his head again, looking up at her through narrowed eyes. “What?”
“I’m going to come,” she whimpered. “Oh my God.”
He groaned, his hands sliding under her ass to lift her up to his mouth. “That’s right,” he growled against her pussy. “Come for me. Let me feel that tight pussy clenching on my tongue.”