Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
“Sebastian!” My name tore from her lips again.
Mine. Mine. Mine. That one word repeated in my head like a chant as I thrust into her over and over.
She tensed beneath me, and then her body jerked again as she made a low keening sound. Then, another hard spray shot all over my dick, almost pushing me out of her cunt.
“Sebastian! Oh God, Sebastian.” She was clawing at the sheets, her hands reaching in front of her.
The wet slap of our bodies drew my eyes down to where I was taking her. Seeing her last ejaculation all over my lower stomach and coating my cock as it sank into her caused my balls to draw up tight as I shouted out, continuing to pump into her while shooting my load inside her.
I couldn’t pull out even if I wanted to. The possessive beast inside my chest had me locking her in a vise grip as satisfaction ripped through me.
• Twenty-Eight •
“Now, be a good girl and keep me warm.”
Royal
I fell limply to the bed when Sebastian’s hands released me. His body moved over me, and then he lay down on my right side before pulling me into his arms. Lying there, with my head over his heart, I heard the steady rhythm beating faster than normal. He caressed my arms with his fingertips as we both breathed heavily.
I was aware of the wet area that started just below my knee, and I knew I’d done that. Although I’d never done it before. I also realized the warmth trickling out of me between my legs was Sebastian’s cum. He hadn’t pulled out this time. Although he had known I was on the shot, he had still pulled out the first time. I guessed he no longer felt the need for extra precaution.
Closing my eyes, I couldn’t even be upset that I hadn’t escaped. I was floating on a cloud, sated, at the pinnacle of all sexual experiences. If this was how sex was supposed to be, then no wonder I’d never gotten off without doing it myself.
“Is it always like this for you?” I asked, wondering if Merce had just been really bad at it or if Sebastian was exceptional.
“Fuck no,” he replied. “That was …” He paused, then let out a soft chuckle. “Damn, baby, I don’t know what that was. But that fear you had about being clingy and addicted to me? Well, you might need to be worried about me tying your ass to my bed and fucking you fifty times a day.”
A giggle bubbled out of me, and I tilted my head back to look up at him. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I made a mess. Or at least I do with you. That would be a lot of cleanup.”
He grinned. “I’ll change the sheets happily. With a motherfucking smile on my face. As many times as I need to.”
I was relieved he wasn’t freaked out by it because I had been. After I’d stopped orgasming, I’d started to worry, and then he began fucking me like a man possessed, and I’d forgotten about caring.
“I’ve never done that before,” I admitted.
“Hmm. Seems you’ve got a kink. You loved getting your ass spanked, so much so that you squirted like a water hose. I’ll have to remember to put you over my knee often.”
I’d done it twice though. Not just when he’d spanked me.
I drew a pattern on his chest as I thought about it. “I think I liked you … I don’t know … taking me like that. You were hard and demanding. And it was deep.”
“Keep talking like that, and I’ll have your ass in the air again,” he said in a warning tone.
Smiling, I lifted myself up, resting on the crook of my arm to look down at him.
“I think I like it rough. Like when you treated me as if you were crazed or out of control. Like you couldn’t get deep enough inside me or fuck me hard enough. That triggers me.”
He lifted his hand to wrap one of my strands of hair around it. “Ace, I’m not kidding. My cock is already getting hard. If you don’t want a round two just yet, stop using that pretty little mouth to talk dirty.”
I licked my lips. “But I think I like dirty. With you.”
Sebastian’s eyes flared as he moved his hand further into my hair and fisted it. “You need to be careful. There’s some dark, possessive shit in me that you bring out, and telling me you want it dirty is gonna have me taking you before you’re ready.”
I’d read many books on Greek mythology, and in this moment, Sebastian reminded me of what Zeus was supposed to look like. Perfectly sculpted, beautiful, with a sharp, masculine jaw, and the brightness in his dark eyes, as if they might burst into flames at any moment.