The Bad Guy

A fiery tingle of arousal shot through me as he sucked hard enough to bruise and palmed my other breast. I ran my nails along his scalp. He slid his palms beneath me, cradling my back as he sucked first one nipple, then the next. It didn’t take long for my mind to blank, for it to fill with thoughts of him, his cock, his aggression.

He dropped light kisses down my stomach and continued them along the waistband of my pajama pants. With a deft movement, he pulled my pants and panties down my thighs, then shucked them all the way off.

“I’ve needed this.” He kissed my pussy and flicked his tongue along the folds. “Your pretty pussy spread before me like a feast.” He opened my thighs. “Only cunt I ever want to taste.”

I let him, even if it was wrong. The matching darkness inside me wanted everything he had to give. He licked me slowly, and I gripped the sheets. His low groan vibrated through my hot flesh as he flattened his tongue against me, then dove down and pressed inside me.

When he returned to my clit, his tongue giving pressure and then rapid strokes, my legs began to shake.

He laughed against me. “My damsel needs a release.” His tongue swirled as he gripped my ass, pulling me to his face as he sucked and licked.

I reveled in his mouth, but I needed more. All of him. “Sebastian, please.”

“What do you need? I’ll give it to you.” He squeezed my ass. “Name it.”

“Fuck me.”

If his eyes had been bright before, they practically blazed when I asked for what I should have never wanted. He gave me a few more licks before prowling up my body. Pausing at my breasts, he teased each nipple with the same intensity he’d used on my pussy.

I writhed beneath him, desperate for more. “Please.”

“I can’t refuse you.” He rose to my mouth, sharing my taste as his tongue warred with mine. His cock rested against my pussy and slid down my folds to my entrance. “Here, damsel? Is this where you need it?”

“Yes.” I could barely form the word.

He took my hands and pinned me, our fingers laced together, as he pushed inside. I moaned at the minor sting and then the delicious pressure. God, he filled me just right as he slid all the way inside.

“Fucking hot cunt.” He dropped to my neck, biting and sucking, giving me fresh marks.

Keeping me pinned, he started a slow rhythm that built with intensity on each stroke. I spread my legs as far as I could, opening up to him, urging him to take what he wanted.

He didn’t disappoint, fucking me rough enough to rattle the bed against the wall. I knew I’d be bruised, but I wanted it. I needed to feel him, to sample every bit of him before I could walk away.

I arched against him, my sensitive nipples brushing against his hard chest. He growled and pulled out. Gripping my hips, he turned me onto all fours and surged inside me again.

My scream of pleasure and pain ripped through the room. It seemed to drive him wilder, because he pistoned inside me and slapped my ass hard enough for the sting to add an extra kick to the tightness inside me.

“I know you want it like this.” He gripped my hair and yanked me back to him as his other hand slapped my ass. “Rough, hard. You want all the dark. Tell me.”

I moaned when he slapped me again, the sting making my pussy ache for even more punishment. “I want it.”

“Fucking hell.” He pulled my hair harder and bit down on my shoulder, his hips bouncing against mine, our bodies slapping together with unfettered violence.

He released my shoulder and shoved me forward, pressing his wide palm against my upper back so that I was face down on the bed.

Another slap had me crying into the sheets.

“Look at that perfect asshole.” His feral growl sent a shot of fear through me. “Like a fucking flower.”

I jumped when he ran a finger down my ass. “Sebastian.”

Another slap, this one even harder. “Don’t deny me.”

I moaned, spiraling higher with each word from his dangerous lips.

“That’s it.” He kept his hard rhythm and pressed his wet fingertip around my asshole. The sensation was delicious and wrong, and I wanted more.

I pressed back onto his cock, impaling myself more deeply with each stroke.

“Oh, fuck.” He pressed his finger inside my ass.

I clutched the sheets as my entire body tensed. He pushed farther, and my orgasm exploded from nowhere. I cried out as my hips seized and pleasure rippled through me in deep waves.

“Give it to me. Come all over me.” He slammed harder, his finger in my ass sliding farther as I was still in the throes of my orgasm, each of his thrusts extending the aftershocks.