“Exactly what I’m saying,” I gasped, breathless from the sting and the bliss of his touch.
He fucked me, then. Hard. Roughly. He drove into me hard and fast, his cock pounding my pussy mercilessly, skin slapping skin, our voices tangling in grunts and curses. Occasionally he’d slap my ass with his hand, but mostly…he just fucked.
And god, it was the most incredible thing I’d ever felt.
Because I’d glance back over my shoulder and his eyes would be blazing, raking over me, his body moving in perfect synch with mine, giving me exactly what I wanted, what I needed, what I’d never known I needed.
“Fuck, Dru. You feel so fuckin’ amazing.” He gripped both of my hips and jerked me hard back into him, thrusting forward to drive himself deep. “You’re so beautiful, Dru. Need to feel you come around my cock, need to watch you come apart for me.”
I slipped one hand between my thighs and tweaked my clit, and that was all it took, one little touch to set me on fire, the pounding beauty of his cock inside me and his words and his power, and then the light circling touch of my fingers against my clit—
“Sebastian! I’m coming, god—I’m coming!” I gasped.
“Fuck—I feel it, babe. I feel your cunt squeezing me…”
I clamped down even harder, shaking, trembling, torn apart by the orgasm. The fire of the climax was intensified by his wild thrusting, the unbridled lust of his driving cock.
“Fuck, babe. I don’t ever want it to stop, but I can’t hold out any longer. I gotta come, Dru.”
That tickled something in my head, but I was so caught up in my own orgasm that I didn’t pause to think about it. I just thrashed against him, gripping the sheets in my fists and slamming my ass back into his, taking his pistoning cock with breathless shrieks and gasps, and whispered curses, and his name repeated again and again—
“Sebastian, Sebastian, god yes, Sebastian!”
Then I felt his thrusts falter, and the thing that had been percolating in my head popped free.
“Shit! Don’t come inside me, Sebastian!”
He growled. “Fuck—”
I felt him tense, and then he pulled out and I felt his fist moving.
I rolled over onto my back and he straddled my hips. I brushed his hand away, took his thick slick throbbing cock in my hands and smeared our essences all over his shaft, and then, on impulse, cupped his firm ass to guide him forward. He moved closer, his eyes on mine, wild, feral, desperate, jaw clenched as he teetered on the brink of orgasm.
I lay beneath him and took him into my mouth, tasted my own essence and his combined, tastes tangling, smoke and musk and tang and salt.
“I can’t—fuck—Dru, Dru…I have to come, I can’t fuckin’ stop it this time,” he said, his voice ragged.
I just moaned and fisted his length and cupped his balls, slid my finger along his taint and massaged the sensitive nerves there, fucked him with my mouth until his fist buried in my hair and he started pulling me against himself.
“Mmmmmm—” I moaned, and his eyes flicked down to mine. I let go of his shaft and cupped his ass, opened my throat, and then he understood what I wasn’t saying.
He growled, tangled both of his hands into my hair and let himself go, let himself fuck my throat knowing I could take it, knowing I wanted it. And I did. I did. All I wanted then was to see him lose it, to feel him let go, to know he’d found what he needed in me. To give him the most pleasure I could.
He grunted, and his hips drove, and I tasted us, felt his girth between my lips and his length against my tongue.
“Fuck—I’m coming, Jesus…holy shit—Dru, god…Dru!”
I took over as he tensed on the thrust, backing away so his head was in my mouth. I sucked and hummed and flicked him with my tongue and tasted musk and felt his grip in my hair go painfully tight, and then he spurted and I swallowed; he groaned long and low as he came and came and came, his come salty and almost sweet and tangy and thick and warm in my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed, and still he came. And then finally he was done and I took him deep down my throat again until he shuddered and pulled away, collapsing onto his back.
After a few minutes of gasping silence, as we both caught our breath, he curled me into his arms and held me against his chest. “You’re not on the pill?”
I shook my head against him. “Not on any kind of birth control. It messes with my hormones too much. Makes me all bloated and I gain weight. So no, no birth control for me other than condoms.” I leaned up and kissed his jaw. “Sorry about that.”
He brushed his thumb against my cheek. “Just glad you caught me before it was too late. I’m sorry, Dru. I didn’t even stop to think about that.” He sounded chagrined, thunking his forehead with his fist. “God, I’m such a fuckin’ asshole.”