“You feel too good, sweetness. Too fucking good.” He hikes my thigh up higher, allowing himself to go deeper. “Do you feel me deep inside you?”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“Feel my big cock filling you up?”
“Yes…”
“Tell me I’m bigger than him, Seraphine. Tell me my cock fills you up better than my son’s.”
Holy shit, is he serious?
“Tell me, Seraphine. I want to hear it.”
“You fill me up so much better, Elliot.”
“Then who?” he growls.
“Harrison!”
He fucks me harder then, fingers so tight on my skin I’ll have marks for days.
“I’m so close,” he pants. “But I need another orgasm from you, Seraphine. Can you give that to me? Please, can you give me another one?”
“I don’t know,” I admit, surprised at the emotion I feel coursing through my body.
He shifts his body up so he’s on his knees and grips both of my thighs.
“Play with your clit. Make yourself come on my cock. Please, I need to feel it.”
I’ve never touched myself in front of anyone, but the need in his voice has me doing it without question. Using my middle finger, same as I do when I’m alone, I gather up the wetness and circle my clit.
“That’s so sexy,” he praises, eyes downcast to watch me touch myself. “I want to see you do this in my office. I want you to sit on my desk, while I sit in my chair, working on my laptop. I want you to finger yourself and massage your clit for me while I work. Will you do that for me, sweetness?”
“Yes,” I cry out, my stomach fluttering. I feel another orgasm there, but I’m not quite sure I’ll be able to reach it. But then Elliot slows down just a little, and somehow that does it for me. And I’m spiraling into an orgasm that leaves me boneless. I open my eyes in time to catch Elliot’s face screw into pleasure.
“Thank you,” he says through gritted teeth, before stilling inside me as deep as he can go, his cock pumping out his release. His head falls back on his shoulders, and he groans a deep sound. Sweat drips down his chest, and I watch in amazement at how his abs contract, and the muscles in his neck pulse.
He is so beautiful, so sexy, so… perfect.
Leaning over me, he kisses my lips, then falls beside me, pulling me to his front. He kisses my shoulder before nuzzling his face into the back of my neck.
“He doesn’t deserve you,” he says sleepily into my hair.
That whole thing should be weird—him needing clarification that he’s bigger and feels better; that he’s talking about him at all, never mind during a time like this. But it isn’t weird. There isn’t a single thing about it that I find strange.
I pull his arm tighter around me and close my eyes. I think he’s right about Harrison.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Elliot
I don’t want to leave Seraphine alone when I drop her off at her apartment later that night, but it’s best she has some space. If it were up to me, I’d take her to my house, shower her, and fuck her until neither of us can move.
But I realize today was a lot for her and that maybe I went overboard with what I said. I’m not sure why I said those things. They just came out and it was what I needed to hear in the moment. Rough sex has always been fun for me, and not that I’m into tying people up or using toys to spank them, I do like when things get passionate. I like fucking hard, getting sweaty and dirty, and allowing my body to take over rather than thinking. It’s a lot for some people though, and maybe I should have taken it easier on her. I just… couldn’t help myself.
Thankfully, she seems okay and stated she was. Still, I don’t want to pressure her or overwhelm her, so I dropped her off athome, made sure she got into the elevator, then drove off to head home myself.
Things between us could go one of two ways now.
