Little Black Book(52)

“Of course you do, you picked it out.” I arched my back and whimpered.

“You’re so responsive to my touch.” He nuzzled in my cleavage. “I never want to stop touching you.”

He bit my nipple through the bra and I was gone. I latched on to his shoulders and closed my eyes as his hand worked its way down my side, to the top of my jeans. My stomach sucked in from his touch, allowing him to slip his hand past my button and into my jeans. And then he was touching me through my panties.

It felt so good. I lifted my hips when he took his hand away. He pulled my zipper down and peeled my jeans from my hips. His fingertips felt rough against the skin inside my thighs. I opened wider once my jeans were on the floor.

“I can’t wait another second to be inside you.”

His lips brushed the inside of my leg and then he was rolling my panties down my legs.

He sucked the soft skin on the inside of my leg. His hot breath skimmed my wetness, warming me and making me ache even more. And then he was on top of me, staring down at me with his usual cocky grin. I could hardly wait to feel him.

I reached up, running my fingers through his hair and brushing the back of my fingertips down the back of his neck and kissing him softly on the corner of his mouth.

His expression changed and his body stiffened above me

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“What do you mean? I’m kissing you.”

I was confused. I wasn’t sure how to answer his question. It was obvious what we were doing, and if he didn’t know, then I was obviously doing it wrong.

“This isn’t romance, Jessica. Stop looking at me like that. Don’t touch me sweetly. Be rough. This is fucking. That’s all. It’s not love. It’ll never be love.”

I stared at him. My heart tore in half, all of my feelings toward him spilling out, and pooling in a painful puddle in my stomach.

And then he leaned up, backing away from me. He grabbed my thighs roughly, flipping me onto my stomach.

Pulling my hips up to him, I instinctively followed and propped up on my hands. He pushed hard against me. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

His words stung, and I didn’t know how to react. I was still reeling from his other comments. Stunned into silence, I stared at the sheets below me.

Sebastian meant what he said, he was going to fuck me hard. My chest and the side of my head were suddenly pushed into the mattress, as he simultaneously pressed into me and pulled my arms tightly behind my back.

It was rough, and it actually felt good. However, I couldn’t help but think that it would feel better if my heart wasn’t dying a slow death. I just wished he would stop pushing me away. We obviously had a connection and I felt sorry for him and his inability to fully bond with another human being.

“You act sweet, but you’re really a naughty girl aren’t you, Jessica?” His body was leaning over me, allowing him to go deeper. “Tell me how dirty you are.” His mouth brushed against my ear.

I couldn’t answer. I wasn’t emotionally present. It did feel amazing, his smooth arousal spreading me open, filling me. But I didn’t want to reward his behavior from earlier, so I gave him nothing.

He realized I wasn’t going to play along. Leaning back, he gripped my hips almost painfully, and started to move fast and hard. Out of nowhere, his palm landed hard against my ass. The loud smack rang throughout the room, and my ass stung badly before he rubbed it away with his warm palm.

“Fuck me,” he rasped. “I can’t get enough of your body.”

His hands latched onto my breasts and he pulled me up, so that my back was pressed firmly against his front. His fingers plucked at my nipples before moving down over my stomach and between my legs. The pad of his finger rubbed sweet circles over my throbbing bud and it was all I could take.

Against my will, I called out. “Sebastian…”

My body shook against his, and I was coming, his hips continuing to work me. My body went limp and I fell forward. He held my hips in the air and continued on his mission for an orgasm.

Thrusting only a few more times, he pulled out, and came all over my ass. It was hot and dripping down my cheek. He spread the come around my ass with his tip, while milking his cock dry.

Letting his body fall next to mine with a huff, I quickly turned on my side, giving him my back. I couldn’t process my feelings and didn’t want to look at him for the moment.

My heart ached for what would obviously never be. And yet my body was in euphoria, coming down from a high like no other.

He’d been rough and aggressive, and if I was being honest with myself… I enjoyed it.

I felt his hot hand moving down my arm, but him touching me sweetly in any way felt like a lie. I didn’t want to be lied to. Shaking his hand from my arm, I slid further away from him.