Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
“You know how badly I wanted to do this to you that first night, when I saw you wearing this?” he murmurs, placing his hand back between my legs. I spread them far as I dare in such a public spot, and Sebastian moves his hand so that he’s cupping my ass with his fingers, and entering my pussy with his thumb. I moan and grind down on him, my arms looped tightly around his neck, my body desperate despite my fear someone might see what we’re up to. Sebastian keeps talking, “I had big plans that night. I was already thinking about how you’d look bent over my bed. How my cock would look sliding in to you.” He moves to my clit as he says this and rubs it lightly before returning to my pussy.
“Sebastian,” I whisper. “I’m not sure I can be quiet. I’ve never been quiet with you.”
“Shhh,” he says. “Have I let you down before?”
I shake my head. Sebastian kisses me, then, thumb still in my pussy, slides his pointer finger up to my other entrance. I squirm and nearly cry out, but then Sebastian’s tongue is in my mouth and my cries are muted. I groan into his lips when he lightly presses his pointer finger against my asshole, and it slips in with little protest. My body trembles, shivers in response, and I flex my hips, drunk with the feeling of his fingers in both places at once, drunk with the longing to feel him go deeper in both. Sebastian looks down at me, pleased with his work.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asks, biting at my lip lightly. “You like me playing with your ass.”
“I like you playing with me, period,” I gasp back as he slides both fingers slightly farther in me.
“I thought so. Maybe I’ll fuck you there one day, Ashlynn,” he muses. “When I think you can take it.”
“I can take it,” I beg, lifting my hips, trying to get him deeper.
He shakes his head. “You may want it, but I’d hurt you. We’ll have to build up to that. So for now…” he says, removing his hand and shifting me to the side. With another cautious glance up at the party, he reaches down and unbuttons his pants, then slides his cock through the hole in his boxers. His cock lifts out, huge and throbbing and intimidating— it’s still so intimidating, to look at such a large thing and think about it entering my pussy.
I wait, confident that Sebastian will position me how he wants me— he always does, even when we’re not someplace where I can actual hear conversations going on between others. He takes me back in his arms, positions my back to his chest, then guides his cock to my slit. I moan— I’m staring straight at the rest of the party now, though, and I’m wary of catching their attention, so I fight to swallow the sound. When I’ve settled, Sebastian lifts his hips and eases me down onto his cock. From the front, I suppose it might just look like I’m sitting on his lap. Or at least, I hope that’s how it looks.
Sebastian begins to rock forward, sending me swaying on his cock, which presses against my walls in a way that makes me long to scream. I can feel him pulsing in me, can feel every contour of his cock buried in my pussy, and it makes me want to collapse forward so he can fuck me hard. But no, not here— we can’t here. Instead, Sebastian holds me tight to his chest and continues to rock forward and back, until my mind is chaotic and my heart is pounding with pleasure. It’s such a slow, precise movement— I can’t believe it can make me feel as heady and dizzy as the hard fuckings he’s given me before do.
“I’ll come soon,” I stammer, working hard to keep the words at a whisper instead of a shout. Staying quiet makes me feel like a lightning storm in a bottle, and the orgasm threatening me is rushing around my fingers and toes, not just my clit.
“So soon?” Sebastian asks, pretending he’s disappointed. He glances at the party again, then lifts me from his cock. My body cries out at his absence, and I whimper, wanting him back in me so badly. So badly that I don’t protest when Sebastian rises and motions for me to turn over. My elbows rest on the back of the bench, my knees on the seat, which means my ass is perfectly positioned at the level of Sebastian’s cock. He lowers his head and licks my pussy, sliding his tongue up and along my asshole until I moan.
“Are you still thinking about someone seeing us?” he asks dangerously.
“No,” I stammer.