Badd Motherf*cker(44)

He cupped my ass and lifted me up and drew himself out of me. “I got the wild thing back?”

I clawed his back and sank down on him, feeling his hard sweaty muscular back stutter under my fingernails, bit the round of his shoulder so hard he growled in pain, and his hips pistoned almost on instinct, thrusting his thick, hot, iron shaft into me so hard I lost my breath. “You tell me,” I gasped, moving with him, writhing on him, tearing at his back with my nails and biting him as hard as I dared. “This wild enough for you?”

“No,” he snarled. “Not even fuckin’ close.”

He threw me off of him, my pussy throbbing and aching with his absence. His cock slapped against his belly, and his gaze was primal, the brown gone nearly black, his broad chest heaving, his hard, chiseled abs tensing with each breath.

He slid off the bed to stand at the foot, just staring at me and gasping for breath. I was left panting, empty, desperate, confused. On my back, legs splayed open, pussy drenched and on display, tits swaying in rhythm with my breathing.

He grabbed me by the ankles and jerked me down the bed, wedging his hips between my thighs. “I ain’t usually one to ask, but I need you on the same page as me, so I’m gonna ask, just this once.” He gripped his cock in one hand and fed it into me, buried himself deep, then cupped his hands under my ass, lifted me off the bed and toward him so only my upper back was on the mattress, then just held me there. “How hard can I fuck you, wild thing?”

I writhed in his grip, undulating, secure in his hold on me, knowing he wouldn’t let me fall. I met his gaze and pinched my nipples with one hand, hooked my heels around his ass, and fingered my clit with my other hand. “As hard as you want,” I breathed. “Wreck me.”

“‘Wreck me’ she says,” Sebastian grunted. “You sure?”

“Too much talking, not enough fucking.”

He growled wordlessly, then. Tightening his grip on my hips until I knew I’d have bruises where his fingers dug into my flesh, but god, I craved that ferocity in him. I needed to feel him lose control, needed to feel like I had that power over him, that I could push him past his limits and break him, the way he’d broken me. I’d gladly and proudly take the bruises as tokens, reminders of what we had together.

I writhed against him, and then I felt the shift in him. Felt him swell, both inside me and above me. He pulled away, drew out, and then slammed back in, jerking me against him, and the slap of our bodies meeting was loud. I clenched my teeth on the deep groan his thrust ripped out of me, and I wasn’t even finished groaning when he pulled back and thrust deep again, tearing another groan from me.

Faster, then.

Harder.

Each thrust went deeper, each thrust slammed harder into me.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Dru,” he murmured, “so fuckin’ good.”

“Your cock is the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt, Sebastian.”

He watched as my pussy swallowed his cock, watched himself disappear inside me. “The way you take me—shit, it’s like you were custom made to take my cock.”

“I think—” I had to gasp for breath as he ramped up his speed, truly and wildly fucking me now. “I think I was. Oh my fucking god, Sebastian, yes…yes, just like that. Oh god, fuck me so good—fuck me harder, harder!”

“Jesus, woman…” Sebastian snarled. “You’re a fucking animal.”

I met his thrusts with my own, fingered my clit as he slammed into me. “Only for you…oh my fuck—yes, just like that. Harder, Sebastian. Never stop, god, never stop fucking me just like this.” I’d lost myself, by then. I was someone else, some crazed, animal version of Dru that had never seen the light of day until Sebastian got his hands on me and his cock inside me.

This Dru was insatiable, powerful. She was fully me, the best me. Truly, deeply me. And he was bringing her out of me.

His fucking reached a climax then, his hips relentlessly pounding against mine, his cock slamming into me so hard and fast I lost track of where one thrust ended and the next began, and everything was narrowed down to this, to Sebastian’s hands on my ass jerking me into his thrusts, his cock inside me, his eyes on mine.

I couldn’t keep quiet. Not anymore. I cried out, another orgasm ripping through me, this one the most blinding yet, making me spasm and arch and writhe in his grip, but I couldn’t match his slamming, pounding speed, could only cry out and take his fucking.

“Come for me, Sebastian! Let me feel it. Let me have it.”

“I am, god, I am. Right now.” He breathed this, and his thrusts faltered. He set me down on the edge of the bed and bent over me and pushed into me, leaned close and claimed my mouth as he came, grunting against my lips.