“Please. Please.”
“Please, what? Lick you again?”
“Yes,” I whisper, closing my eyes.
“No, no. You’re going to look this time. We’re not dancing around what this is anymore.” He gives my femininity a light swat.” I’m finally licking and fucking my sweet, little Alice tonight and she knows it. She’s asking for it.”
Inundated with lust, I look down my body through the fine haze of desire, watching my breasts heave, their nipples in aroused crowns. I watch Sebastian’s tongue dip between my flesh and pet my clit, plumping it further by rubbing it with incredible texture. His middle finger pushes inside me and unlike earlier on the couch, I don’t encounter an uncomfortable twinge. No, it feels wonderful and fills me with the most exciting pressure.
He worries my sensitive bud between his lips and adds a second finger inside me, stretching my walls and making my cry out. There is pleasure folded into the new feeling, but it promises to be so intense, it takes me looking into Sebastian’s eyes to trust it. But I do and with one final flick of his tongue against my clit, my orgasm crashes down on me. With the upheaval of sensation taking away my ability to see, my hips buck—at least until Sebastian pins them down with his own, anchoring my quivering body to the bed. Oh it’s so good. It feels so good.
“This first time might seem a little frantic, darling.” He pushes his fisted shaft between the lips of my sex, leaving it poised at the entrance and his breath turns labored. “You’ve had me worked up for a very long time.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whisper, shifting beneath him on the bed.
He groans at my use of the title and eases his thickness inside me, inch by inch. “Are you? The wider you open your legs, the sorrier I’ll know you are,” he rasps. “Show me.” Keeping my expression contrite, I let my knees drop open, splaying my thighs as wide as possible—and Sebastian thrusts home, growling wildly as he sinks into me fully. “Good girl. Good girl. Ah, fuck, it’s so tight.”
There is a definite edge of discomfort with Sebastian’s rock hard arousal filling me so completely, but I’m so turned on by how we play, I almost enjoy it. The pain of being taken by a man is part of the excitement.
“Does it hurt?” he asks, kissing my neck reverently once, then lifting his head to study my face with a mixture of concern and hunger.
“I love it,” I manage, smoothing my palms over his muscular shoulders. Clinging to them. “Weekends with you are my favorite.”
His open mouth drops into my neck and he starts to roll his hips forward, impaling me with thrusts that come faster and faster. “Fucking hell,” he growls. “Believe me, they’re my favorite, too, little girl.”
Sebastian’s lips find mine, taking them in a kiss of possession. He takes my hands from his shoulders, pinning my wrists above my head, and I’ve never felt more feminine. More conquered. More myself. He appears almost angry on top of me, his face in an expression of pain, but I have the new knowledge of the kind of hurt that leads to pleasure. I learned it from this man. And I want to give him release so badly, I work my hips to meet his thrusts, the sound of my girlish mewls filling the room along with the smack of his heavy testicles hitting my bottom.
“That’s right, darling. Squeeze me into your fresh, little cunt. Make amends for all the teasing. Daddy’s needed this so badly.”
“I’ve needed it, too,” I sob, tightening my inner walls around him, turning his jaw slack and making him pump all the harder.
“We don’t have to need anymore. We can take as much as we want.” He drops his head and licks my nipples, one and then the other. “I’ll gladly go to hell as long as I can ride this pussy all the way there.”
He closes his mouth around my right nipple, sucking and laving me with his tongue and a line pulls tight inside of me. My clit is already so sensitive from being loved by Sebastian’s mouth that a mere graze of his shaft, combined with his tongue curling around my nipple, pushes me into a climax. It’s even more intense than my first two orgasms, because Sebastian grinds down on my swollen button of flesh and gives me a savage flash of teeth. The sensations pouring through me are pure elation and sex and freedom, holding me in their grip. I scream and writhe beneath Sebastian, but he simply drops his mouth to mine and whispers me through the tumult, his hips continuing to drive at a breakneck pace.
“You’re all I need. You’re all I need, beautiful little girl. My cock is so wet from your come and now I’m going to fuck you harder with it. I’m not mad at you, but it’s going to seem like it, hmm? Daddy’s dick just hurts so bad and you’re the cause.”
I’m glad he prepared me, because I have time to suck in a breath before Sebastian lets go of my pinned wrists. He throws my legs over his shoulders, folds my body in half and wraps his right hand around my neck, squeezing. He bears down on me like a beast, his eyes clenched shut as he rams into me, crazed, the wet smacking sounds echoing off the bedroom walls along with his curses. I’m aroused beyond belief by his show of dominance and with my body in this position, there’s nothing I can do but take it. This is heaven. Dark, twisted heaven and I want to take up permanent residence here.
I watch in worshipful awe when a shudder passes through Sebastian and his thrusts speed up, my body bouncing up and down on the mattress with the strength of his pumps. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants. “Alice.”
He flattens me to the bed and plows into me one final time, his big frame shaking above me. His thick sex is so deep inside my body, I swear I feel the pressure of it in my stomach. I certainly feel the flood of heat he’s giving off, the thick moistness he’s leaving deep in my loins. His hand remains around my throat, but not tight enough to stop me from crying out his name, again and again.
And when he collapses, I rejoice in the weight of him. It feels new, yet it also seems like he’s been there forever. Like I was just waiting for him to show up and make me a woman. Make me his. Make me…happy.
“Wow,” I whisper, tears pricking the back of my eyelids.
He turns us onto our sides and I tuck my face into the crook of his neck, before he can see my emotions, which are plain as day on my face. I’ve fallen in love with the real version of Sebastian Cove. Not just the one in my head. I’m so happy about it, but I’m also scared. He’s leaving in the morning, isn’t he?
What happens now? We haven’t spoken about whether we’re going to see each other beyond tomorrow. Am I crazy to think there could be more for us after we only met this morning? He lives in London and I live in New York. We’re an ocean away. I can’t really expect Sebastian to change his life at the drop of a hat, can I? Even if I am willing to change mine.
I am, I realize. I would go anywhere with him.
If he feels as strongly as I do.
If.
I start to panic, but when his strong arms close around me and he holds me like he’ll never let me go, I decide to trust him. And if the worst happens and he decides to fly home tomorrow without a backward glance, at least I’ll have this one perfect night to remember forever.
7
Sebastian