Pretend We're Over (Pretend 2)

“Good girl.”

And then his tongue sweeps over my clit. It’s like a shot of lightning through my entire body. I jolt at the explosive touch.

Sebastian grabs my thighs, keeping my body against his mouth as he hums lightly, adding vibration as he licks me.

I grab his hair, holding on as the pleasure intensifies. I never realized that having a man lick me like this could be so good. I lose my mind as he continues torturing me with his tongue.

My body tightens more and more with each lick, until my thighs are clenched around his head. I’m not sure he can breathe with me over him like this, but he doesn’t seem to care. And I—I can barely think.

Please, remember this.

He changes everything when he pushes two fingers into my slit. I gasp as he fills me with his fingers. His tongue dances over my clit as he moans over it like it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.

“Sebastian,” I whisper, suddenly going quiet. Everything stills for a moment, even the rain and thunder stops cracking.

I swear I can hear my own heartbeat. I can feel the blood flowing between my legs in gentle pulses. It’s the quiet before the storm.

And then, the storm lets loose.

I arch my back, and my body convulses, rattling as an orgasm rolls through me like thunder. I yell out Sebastian’s name as my body shudders.

“I’ve never felt…” I pant.

Sebastian smirks beneath me. “There is a reason they call me the king.”

I laugh and blush before rolling off him. But he grabs my hip, stopping me from rolling all the way away from him.

“I’m not done with you yet, wifey.”

My heart races when he calls me wifey, but I quickly shut it down. This is just about sex, remember heart? Just sex. No feelings. Feelings lead us to get hurt.

He rolls me onto my back as he grabs a condom and sheaths himself before settling between my legs.

“No man has ever made me come before—thank you.” I like sex. I like it because it makes me feel powerful. It makes men weak. It makes men want me. But that’s the only reason, not because it’s ever felt this good for me.

He smiles at me with his crooked grin that makes him look like a boy instead of a man. “You’re about to come twice in one night.”

“Sebastian, I can’t.”

He growls at me. “You can—trust me.”

I nod. I do trust him, and that’s beginning to become a problem.

His thumb presses over my sensitive clit. There is no way I’m ready to come again. But Jesus, my body responds to that one touch. And then he’s pushing inside of me.

“Holy fucking Sebastian,” I say as he fills me to the brim.

He chuckles—it’s deep and masculine and relaxes me. He pushes further in, stuffing me completely, and that’s when I realize he’s not all the way inside me.

“Kiss me,” he moans as he lowers himself over me.

I kiss him. I focus on the kiss, letting it consume me. That is until he thrusts, and my body soars.

“You’re mine, Mrs. King,” he growls against my ear.

I’ve never liked being claimed. I’m an independent, modern woman. But when he goes all caveman like this, I want him to do it again.

“Say it.”