He presses his finger against my mouth, and the torment in his eyes tells me my words hurt. His cock slides out of me, and the moment is fleeting. There is no way it could be saved.
“I’m not ever going to let you go.” He pushes my hair out of my face and kisses me again. This time it is different, each movement of his mouth against mine is a stamp of certainty. He groans down my throat, and my annoyance flees. I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers tickling over the bulged muscles of his shoulders.
I can’t help but compare him and his brother. Sebastian is broad, tall, and built, and he has added muscle giving him a slightly swollen appearance. He is sexy, veins in all the right places, and if I fling a quarter, it will bounce off his ass with no problem.
Kendrick is even taller than Sebastian, and even bigger, like a body builder who drinks too many protein shakes. He has large arms and his gut protrudes, but not in a fat, jiggly way; in a muscular, bloated way.
Sebastian is a real man while Kendrick, no matter how hard he tries, he could never measure up.
I am breathless by the time I feel Sebastian reach between us and guide his cock to my hole. I gasp, and he steals my breath when he inches in. I shut my eyes, and he nibbles my bottom lip, then traces it with his tongue.
“Look at me. I want to see you when I’m taking what’s mine, baby.”
On his command, I flutter my eyes open. He looks fierce and determined. Seconds tick by, and he plunges forward, ripping through the thin veil that keeps us apart. I arch back, my nipples scraping across his chest, and his soft hair grazes across the sensitive peaks. “Sebastian,” I groan in relief and bite back the pain. It is nothing. It melts my heart to know he is worried that he might hurt me when I’ve experienced things that have left me broken for days.
“Gabby.” My name is strangled in his throat. “You feel so fucking good. Jesus, you feel better than I dreamed.” He pushes himself up on his arm and looks down where we were connected, watching himself slide in and out. “Look at us, Gabby. Look how fucking hot you look taking my cock. You’re so wet, polishing my cock with how much you want me. Look at us.” Sebastian grips my chin and makes me look down.
His stomach flexes and tightens with every rock forward, and my eyes can’t look away from the slight pink tinge sticking to his skin from my virginity.
Sebastian picks up the pace, and his heavy sack starts to swing, slapping against my ass. “Is this what you want, Gabby?” He jerks my head back and licks the exposed flesh. “You want this cock?” he speaks the filth in my ear, whisper the feathered sounds on a soft grunt. He drives himself harder, yanking a loud cry from the depths of my chest. “Because I’ve been dreaming of this pussy, Gabby. It’s fucking haunted me ever since I met you. I can’t believe you’re finally mine. I’m never going to let you go. I’m going to stay buried inside you every day.” He tosses his head back, and the veins in his neck protrude as he shouts to the ceiling, chest stretched and sweaty, and his hair has fallen over his face to give him a troubled, mysterious appearance.
His words thrum in my ear, teasing the lining of the orgasm building in my body. I hold onto him as he takes me. He pounds my pussy ruthlessly, driving his hips up at the last second so my clit rubs against his pelvis.
If he fucks me any harder, the bed might break.
“What are you thinking about? You’re wetter, dripping on my cock.”
I suck the side of his neck, nibbling and biting, wanting to leave a trashy hickey because I want to mark him; I wanted others to see how he was busy with me, that he is mine just as I am his.
I lick the shell of his ear and whimper, “Thinking about you fucking me so hard this bed breaks. Turns me on.”
Sebastian’s arms leave the bed and hold on to the headboard. The extra support has another last few inches of his cock somehow fitting inside me. A mist of sweat drips along his body and I lick it up, then bite down on his nipple. I wasn’t sure if he would like that, but how he growls and rears back, slamming inside me with so much force that the bed creaks and throttles the wall.
“You want the bed broken? You want me to break this pussy?”
“Yes, Sebastian.” I hook my legs around his hips, and the brutal pace has an agonizing sound leaving me. He’s hitting a spot in my depths that has me buzzing, toes-curling, stomach flipping, and my mind turning to mush. He could have his way with me right now. Any position. Any tempo. And I’ll agree.
“Harder! Harder, Sebastian!” I cry out and bring my hand on his ass to urge him to go faster.
I just spanked him.
Oh my God.
I would be completely mortified if he didn’t speed up. The wood of the headboard creaks, and the rods of the frame shake. One falls out from under us which causes the bottom of the mattress to fall to the floor, but Sebastian holds on tight to the headboard. It’s the only way we aren’t sliding down the bed.
And gravity is a dear, dear friend right now. It causes me to sink deeper onto his cock, and he grips the frame harder to bury himself to the hilt.
I don’t think I can take anymore. It feels too good. My body finds a comfortable high, and my vision glazes over when my orgasm hits me out of nowhere. Every muscle inside me spasms, and the contractions grip his cock.
“Gabby! Fuck, you’re going to make me come,” he shouts as his face turns red from holding his orgasm at bay. “Fuck! Damn it!” he curses, somehow finding extra strength to rail me with.
The headboard finally snaps, and the metal rod holding our weight finally gives way sending the front half of the mattress to the ground.
The first hot splash of his seed inside me has me tumbling over the edge again.
I can’t breathe as he slams harder with every jet that leaves him until he finally collapses on top of me. The air that leaves our lungs mixes as we breathes one another in. My thighs are a quaking mess, and he shivers like the temperature in the room dropped ten degrees. My hair has somehow fallen in my face, and he brushes it out of the way.
The hot air leaving his lips ghosts over my cheek, and when his lips meet mine, all I feel is the slickness of sweat and all I taste is the flavor of myself on his tongue.
A stupid lone tear escapes my eye, not from sadness, but elation.
Finally.
After all this time and the sex is better than I ever thought it could be.
His come starts to drip out of me, but he doesn’t leave the space between my legs. He kisses me, pets me, groaning in pleasure.
“You feel so good.” He plants a kiss on my shoulder. “You’re the best thing I’ve ever experienced.” He kisses the middle of my chest where my heart is. “I love you,” he says, gripping my ribcage with his hands. “I love you so fucking much, Gabby. I want to rebuild your world and show you how it can really be.”
I wasn’t crying before. Before it was the after emotion of my orgasm and how amazing it was to finally be with him like this.
Now, I am crying.
“I love you too, Sebastian. I swear, what I feel for you is the only thing that got me through those miserable years with your—”
He quiets me with his mouth and shakes his head. “He has no place here—not in this bed, not when we are together like this.”
I nod, a slight smile tugging at my lips. “Okay.” I like that rule.