When I lift my hips, mashing my breasts harder against the hard planes of his abs, and scoot lower on his body, he growls and reaches for me.
“No, don’t touch me.Put your hands back on the carpet,” I hiss.
He grinds his teeth but complies.
I push upright with a palm on his sternum and find my balance, which is no easy feat with my knees spread around his wide hips, and shuffle backward until his cock is underneath me.With my heart pounding in my throat and my clit pulsing with need, I reach under his waistband and grab his naked shaft.Tremors wrack through me at the hot, hard length wrapped in silky flesh.Sebastian’s tortured moan fills me with feminine pride.I work the leg of his shorts to the side and lower my sex to his.
Our moans echo in my ears as I drown in sensations as I tilt my hips, rubbing my drenched folds along the underside of his shaft.When his trousers prohibit me from exploring all of him, I growl and lift my weight off him.
I fit the broad head of his dick to my entrance.
“Wait, Penelope, you don’t have to—”
“You said no limits,” I snarl.
I feast my eyes on his sexy throat as he swallows.
“I meant it, but this is too fast.I don’t want to hurt you,” he rumbles.
“I want this,” I say through gritted teeth.
He could so easily stop me, but his hands remain fisted in the rug.
“Me too, but not until you’re ready.”
“I am ready.I’ve never been this wet before,” I growl.
“I can make you wetter,” he promises.
My insides clench.I flutter against the tip of his cock.The rug rips from his involuntary jerking.
“Next time,” I vow.
He opens his mouth.
Discomfort streaks through me when I push myself down harder on his cock.My piercings pinch my flesh.Despite my arousal coating us and his cock being a steel rod, my entrance refuses to accept his thickness.I hiss and try harder.
White-hot agony rips through me as I force the first half an inch of his shaft inside me.The burn travels deep into my abdomen and releases a cataclysmic eruption.As my entire body contracts, I sink lower onto his shaft and suffer through half a dozen increasingly more intense internal spasms.
No matter how hard I tried over the years, I could never bring myself to completion.Sebastian’s invasion unlocks hidden parts inside me and sends me into a whirlwind of pleasure.
“Fuck, sweet pea, you’re so tight.So wet.And those piercings.”Sebastian’s deep, guttural voice vibrates from his chest and reaches into my womb.“Goddamn it, you’re killing me.”With his fists clenched around the torn rug and the tendons in his neck sticking out from strain, he shakes from head to toe as he murmurs delicious filth.“Holy hell, you feel so good.Too good.I won’t last much longer if you keep squeezing me like this, pipsqueak.”
The last of my hatred for the nickname melts away under his adoration.I fill my lungs with a shaky breath and marvel at the smell of sex while pushing myself deeper onto his cock.
I teeter on the edge of another release, but a small, desperate sound stops me.When I realize I made Sebastian whimper, I meet his eyes and quirk a brow.
“I’m going to come,” he breathes.
My thighs quiver and heart quakes.
“I want that,” I whisper.
“I shouldn’t.Not inside you,” he growls.
“Yes.Inside me.”
Madness overtakes me.I sink my nails into Sebastian’s chest and pump up and down, lower and lower until his sweatpants brush against my inner legs and his tip strikes something sensitive deep inside me, but no matter how frenzied I am or how hard I try, I cannot fit the last inch of him into me.
