“Answer me, Little Bird. Do you want me to crawl between your legs, spread your thighs, and fuck you until you’re full of my baby, until I make you mine so completely that we create a new life that’s half you, half me?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Yes?” he questions, even though I know he heard my answer.
“Yes. Make me yours. Make me so yours that we create a baby.”
Rushing me, Sebastian lifts me off the floor, then carries me into the house and upstairs to our bedroom. Throwing open the door, he dumps me on the bed and follows me down, burying his head between my thighs before I have a chance to move.
I don’t have time to prepare before his tongue forces my first orgasm from me. His fingers in my pussy and the plug in my ass cause the second. His dick is solely responsible for the third.
“Oh my god,” I rasp when he lifts my butt off the bed and pushes a pillow beneath me, keeping my hips elevated and my pelvis rolled back. “What are you doing?”
“Keeping my cum in you,” he says, like it should be obvious.
“I need a shower, I’m covered in sunscreen, sweat, and cum.”
“No chance. I’m not done with you, and you won’t be washing me out of you any time soon,” he growls.
“I’m sticky, and there’s…dripping.” I grimace.
“I’m more than happy to distract you,” he says as he climbs over me. Caging me to the bed with his body, his lips find mine, and I moan into his mouth, happy to be distracted as he palms my breast, teasing my nipple between his fingers.
Sebastian was my first kiss, but because he was insane, possessive, and scared the hell out of me when we first met, I never had the opportunity to just enjoy making out. That’s not to say that we didn’t kiss. We did, lots of times, but I was so overwhelmed and frightened that the only thing on my mind when he touched me was survival. When I came to Kingsacre years later, things between us escalated to sex so quickly that kissing didn’t seem that important.
Since Sebastian and I called a cease-fire and fell in love, we have had a lot of sex. We struggle to keep our hands off each other most days, but now in this moment, instead of pushing for more, he kisses me lazily, like his lips on mine is all he wants. I don’t know how long we make out for, but his teasing fingers on my breasts become punishing pinches, followed by gentle caresses that make my already well-fucked body come back to life, eager for more.
“Sebastian,” I moan into his mouth.
Ignoring me, he palms my thighs, dragging the pillow from beneath my butt as he starts to grind his cock against me, not pushing inside but teasing my clit as he rocks his cock between my folds.
“Fuck me,” I beg, tugging at his hair and trying to pull him away from my lips.
Ignoring me, he lifts my thighs higher, bringing my knees almost to my chest. The movement makes his dick slip closer and closer to where my body desperately needs him, but as the head of his cock slides toward my entrance, he rolls his hips, gliding back toward my swollen and needy clit.
“Please, please,” I beg, too desperate to care how pathetic I sound. When his dick pushes into me, I whine, then whimper when he slides back out again, teasing his wet cock through my soaked folds.
Over and over, he taunts me with his control, dipping inside of me, only to retreat and punish my swollen clit. I’m nothing but sensation, a feral animal only capable of moans and begging pleas. When his dick pushes into me for what feels like the hundredth time, I cross my legs around his back and try to keep him in place. Tightening my internal muscles around his dick, I clench as tightly as I can, doing my best to lock his dick inside of me.
“Let go of me, Little Bird. You get what I give you. I’m in charge, and you’ll lie there and take it.”
Ignoring him, I tighten my hold on him.
“Bad little whores who don’t obey get punished,” Sebastian growls into my mouth.
“I don’t care,” I pant, already on the cusp of another orgasm.
Pulling away from my lips, Sebastian nods, then starts to fuck me, palming both of my thighs and forcing me to unhook my legs from his back. Sliding almost all the way out, he slamsback into me again, practically bending me in two with each feral thrust.
My eyes roll in my head as waves of pleasure mingle with the hint of pain, and I come so hard tears prickle at my eyes. Like my orgasm triggers something in him, he thrusts deep, once, twice, then growls an angry, painful sound as he pins me in place and pumps his cum into me.
“Don’t move,” he growls, lifting my hands and placing them on my ankles, forcing me to hold my legs in the air as he slides his dick out of me and pushes the pillow he discarded earlier back beneath my hips.
“Sebastian.” I giggle.
“Don’t move, Little Bird, I’m serious,” he says, rolling off the bed and opening the bedside cabinet.
“What are you doing?” I question when he sits back down beside me with the large butt plug we’ve never used and a short but thick dildo gripped in his fist.
