Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 163475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
“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.
We kiss for a few moments, and his big, strong arms fold around me. He holds me tightly, and oh… this man.
Our kiss turns desperate, and he pins me to the wall, letting our tongues explore each other’s. Taking our time. His hard erection is up against my stomach. I open my eyes to see that his are firmly shut. He’s right here with me.
He lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist. Wasting no time, he slides in deep, right where he’s supposed to be. It feels so natural between us that I can’t help but smile against his lips.
We move in sync.
“Fuck,” he whispers before he pulls out in a rush and puts me down.