“You’re going to take all of me. You can do it.” He thrust in, claiming my body as if he owned it.
“Yeah,” I agreed, head spinning. “Give it to me, Sebastian. Don't hold back.”
He didn't. His cock shoved all the way into me until his sharp hips were flush against my ass.
I felt so full, my muscles squeezing and fluttering around him. When he moved, I moaned.
He took me in short, sharp thrusts that instantly had me as worked up as if I had not come at all.
“You're so tight,” he muttered, “like a goddamn virgin.”
I cast a wicked laugh over my shoulder. “Not a virgin. Iknowthe feel of a good cock. Oh… Sebastian. Rightthere.” He barely nudged my G-spot but then hit it straight on the next thrust. My next moan had a high-pitched shriek at the end.
With one hand splayed over my back as if to hold me steady, he set his hips and pounded me hard, right on the sweet spot.
My moans sounded loud in my own ears, but I couldn't stop myself. He was forcing me closer and closer to the edge, and I loved every second of it.
I reached down between my legs to give myself a little more sensation over my pussy.
He knocked my hand away and leaned over to do it for me. The dual sensation between my clit and my pussy was too much for me to take. I came a second time, clenching the sheets between my hands, scream-moaning out my pleasure.
He thrust a few more times, the rhythm going erratic at last. I heard him let out a low, rumbly groan of his own as he spilled himself inside me.
“I’m just gonna lie here for a second,” I slurred as Sebastian kissed me then crawled off me.
“We’re taking a commercial break, then I’m taking a bath. I have all these…plans for the evening.”
But all the stress, the big meal, and then the even bigger release, were fighting a battle with me, and I was losing.
“I have chocolate cake.”
It was too late. My eyes had closed.
But before I completely drifted off to a happy place of dancing triple-layer cakes and shirtless men, I heard a phone ring.
Sebastian answered. And he sounded very upset.
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Sebastian
“Idon’t understand,” I snarled into the phone receiver. I had locked myself in my study so that I wouldn’t disturb Amy.
“You know Tatiana,” my father said. “She’s concerned about how it will look if Alfie is adopted by you. People will think I’m not a good dad and more importantly that Tatiana is not a good mother.”
Except you aren’t a good dad, and that bitch most definitely is not going to be a good mother.
“But he’s going to be a teenager soon,” I said, trying to keep the desperation out of my voice. “If he’s around, then he really is going to make your life difficult.”
“Eh,” my father said. It sounded like he was eating something.
I wanted to reach through the phone and strangle him.
“I figure we have at least two good years out of him. By that time, Tatiana and I will start our real family, and we can ship Alfie off to one of those military boarding schools.”
“No,” I said before I could stop myself. “Those places are evil.”
“Since when do you care?” my father asked, suspicious. “I thought you said Alfie was annoying.”
