Part 11 (2/2)

”f.u.c.k my fingers.” He growled against my c.l.i.t.

I did.

I used the muscles in my legs to work myself up and down on his fingers, using them as I would his c.o.c.k.

”Need you to come. Need you nice and wet so my c.o.c.k will slide up inside of you and not stop until my b.a.l.l.s slap against your a.s.s.” He rumbled.

His dirty talking was getting my engine turning. In three more short plunges, and a twist of his finger, my o.r.g.a.s.m took over, and I hurdled over the side of a mountain that had the potential to kill me with its ma.s.siveness.

”That's right, let those juices go.” He rasped.

Embarra.s.singly, I did.

Sad to say a man hadn't worked me long enough, nor had enough patience to get me off before. For Sebastian to was a first in and of itself.

I didn't have much time to contemplate that huge revelation, though, because suddenly, I was on my back, head where his used to be. His ma.s.sive body kneed my thighs apart to make room for his hips.

”f.u.c.k me.” I panted, planting my feet into the mattress and rising so the head of his c.o.c.k rubbed against my distended, sensitive c.l.i.t.

Sebastian growled at the sensation, fumbling for the condom on the nightstand with his fingers that were still covered in my juices. He ripped the foil with his teeth, and had the sheath rolling down his c.o.c.k in the next instant; all the while, he watched me, eyes hooded.

”You ready?” He asked as he planted his fists in the bed on either side of my head.

At my nod, he took a thigh in each hand, separated them out wide, and positioned his c.o.c.k at my entrance. With slow, precise movements, he worked his c.o.c.k in and out, an inch at a time, until the entire ma.s.sive length was buried inside of me to the hilt.

I panted, trying to get used to the fullness; he let me adjust.

”I think you split me a new one.” I said, working my inner v.a.g.i.n.al muscles.

”You'd know if I split you a new one. Stop doing that unless you want me to start f.u.c.king you.” He growled.

I was pretty sure I'd know if he ripped me a new one, too. I was just giving him a hard time.

”Yeah, about that.” I said, raising my hips as best I could, since he still had my thighs in his hands.

When I moved, he took that as a.s.sent, and started flexing in and out of me, very slowly.

”G.o.d, you're so hot and wet. I can't wait to f.u.c.k you without this covering my d.i.c.k.” He rasped.

I looked down, seeing his condom-clad c.o.c.k disappearing and reappearing from my weeping hole.

”You ready for more, baby?” He asked through gritted teeth.

I let my hand move, pa.s.sing down my stomach, tickling over my sensitized c.l.i.t, until I came to the point where we were joined.

It didn't seem possible that my skin could stretch that much, but it did. Jesus, but he had to be as big around as my wrist at the widest part.

”I'm gonna take that to mean you're ready.” Sebastian grunted before using the hands that were parting my thighs wide to travel up until he had a hold of my feet. From there, he pulled my feet back until my knees rested against the bed, leaving absolutely no room for me to add my own movements to the mix.

”Hold on, honey.” He said before withdrawing until his d.i.c.k just barely kissed the entrance, and then plunged forward, fast and furious.

I closed my eyes. Sebastian had left me no room to maneuver, to counter his movements with my own. Which meant that all I had to do was sit back and feel.

Each plunge and retreat of his c.o.c.k from inside me started building the weirdest sensation in my core. Something I'd never felt, even with the help of my own vibrator.

”f.u.c.k,” Sebastian hissed, making my open my eyes.

He was watching where we joined, as I'd done earlier. Watching his c.o.c.k pull all the way out. Then he'd see the give of my p.u.s.s.y stretch until I was filled to the brim with his c.o.c.k; stretched to the limits.

”I've wanted in you so bad since the moment I saw you. Your p.u.s.s.y feels like nothing I'd ever dreamed of. And your t.i.ts are bouncing with each thrust.” He growled, now watching my b.o.o.bs.

They were bouncing up with each thrust, and down with each withdraw.

”Feed them to me.” He growled, leaning forward.

I did as I was told, cupping each b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and offering them like a dessert. He licked and sucked each nipple until they were hard, wet peaks. Once they were perfect, he roughly popped them from his mouth, and moved his mouth to my neck.

I didn't know what it was about my neck, but when he put his mouth on it, sucking, licking and nipping, I detonated. It was all just too much.

Sparks of color exploded behind my clenched eyelids, and large bolts of lightning streamed through my veins, bowing my body up, allowing him to hit that spot deep inside of me that he'd found with his fingers earlier.

”Sebastian!” I gasped loudly.

”G.o.d, that tight little p.u.s.s.y is clamped down on my c.o.c.k so hard that I can barely breathe.” He gasped.

It didn't stop him from plunging in deeper and harder. With one, two, three strokes, he stiffened. His abs clenched, his fingers tightened on my ankles, his head fell back, and he shouted his release.

”Motherf.u.c.ker!” He bellowed.

In that moment, I was glad I didn't have neighbors, because it was obvious that neither one of us would be quiet during s.e.x. Me with my moans and screams, and Sebastian with his growls and bellows.

When he withdrew, I felt empty, and missed the feeling of fullness instantly.

He disposed of the condom in the toilet, and fell back into bed, making me bounce with the force of his body hitting the mattress.

”Mother of G.o.d, I think you killed me.” I gasped.

”They don't call it the 'Little Death' for nothing.” Sebastian agreed, as he himself was laid out beside me.

”We need more condoms.” I breathed.

”That we do.” Sebastian seconded.

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