My head drops back. “Thank fuck,” I moan, letting him play for a minute before grabbing his hand and angling it?—
“There,” I gasp as his thick fingers swipe that sweet spot inside me. He swats my hand off and repeats the movement the way I showed him, but harder. I cry out, clutching his biceps and rocking into each rough thrust.
“Fuck.” He’s breathless. “Look at you. You're perfect.”
The praise shoots straight to my brain, then ricochets down my spine to my dick.
“Another,” I pant. “Give me another.” He adds a third finger. “Yesss.”
“No one gets this ass again.” He growls, twisting his wrist as he drives into me. A lightning bolt of ecstasy strikes. “No one but me, understand?”
His pace speeds up.
My hips stutter. “Don’t stop, I’m so fucking close.”
He stops.
“I saiddon’t?—”
His palm cracks my ass. “Tell me you understand.”
I’m stunned. And about to fucking blow.
“If I say no, will you spank me again?”
“No, but I will for being a brat.”
Another smack on the same spot. “Jesusfuck,” I groan, thesting amplifying the pleasure coursing through me. I roll my hips in silent demand. He doesn't move.
Holding his stare, I clench around his fingers.
“You own me,” I whisper.
His pupils expand. It’s primal— the possessiveness in his eyes.
Suddenly, his fingers disappear. “No, no, no,” I chant. I’m empty and I fucking hate it.
He rears back and bends to where he's got me spread open. Eyes boring into mine, he purses his lips… and spits on my hole.
I gape at him. “Fuuuck.”
Three fingers ram back inside me. My cock jumps. I move to stroke it.
He smacks my hand away, fucking my hole faster, pounding my prostate. “No. You’re gonna come for me just—”Thrust. “Like—”Thrust. “This.”
All I can do is nod and take it. I’m at the edge. The pressure is blinding; I'm fighting to keep my eyes open— I have to make sure it’s reallyhim. Here. Bringing me to orgasm without even touching my cock. Ultimately, the sight of him lost to what he's doing to me shoves me into free fall. Cum erupts from my dick, coating my stomach, my chest, my chin. I’m delirious. Floating. High on oxytocin.
And Sebastian watches, looking positivelyferal.
I’m still coming in spurts as he braces himself over me, panting just as hard. I want him to feel as good as I do. To float with me. I sneak a hand between us.
He catches my wrist.
“Let me,” I pout.
His cheeks flush. He stares at my sternum. “No need.”
“You came?”
