What is a second of pain when I’ve been waiting for this to happen for the last seven years?
Pain is secondary.
Sebastian is priority.
“Sebastian,” I say his name gently, tracing the dips and ridges of his back with my fingers. They slide down until I cup his ass and push him forward until the tip of his cock presses against that damn barrier. “I’m going to be very angry in about five seconds if you don’t put me out of my misery and give me what I want.” I’m surprised by the tone of my voice. I haven’t spoken like that in years. It isn’t meek or broken, but strong and daring, like the woman I used to be.
“So mouthy. I should put something in it to keep you quiet,” Sebastian says, rocking with shallow thrusts. He buries his tongue in my mouth, sweeping me away in a kiss. It dawns on me that he just shut me up.
Yet, he still didn’t take me.
I’m starting to get discouraged. Maybe he doesn’t want me at all. I glance down where we are connected and see the thick shaft a third of the way inside me, and I forget how to breathe. I know he is big, but I didn’t think he was that big. How the hell does he fit?
How could he be so afraid to have sex with me when I’m not afraid at all? Seven years I’ve lived in fear, seven damn years, and now fear isn’t even an emotion I feel right now. I slide my hands around his torso and trace the lines carve on his hips. “I’m starting to get the impression this is the last thing you want to do,” I sigh, and try to pull away, but he keeps me there, squeezing my shoulders to keep me in place. “Let me go, Sebastian. I’m not fighting anymore. I shouldn’t have to fight for everything. That time in my life is over. After so long, I’d think you’d want me, but—”
He presses his finger against my mouth, and the torment in his eyes tells me my words hurt. His cock slides out of me, and the moment is fleeting. There is no way it could be saved.
“I’m not ever going to let you go.” He pushes my hair out of my face and kisses me again. This time it is different, each movement of his mouth against mine is a stamp of certainty. He groans down my throat, and my annoyance flees. I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers tickling over the bulged muscles of his
shoulders.
I can’t help but compare him and his brother. Sebastian is broad, tall, and built, and he has added muscle giving him a slightly swollen appearance. He is sexy, veins in all the right places, and if I fling a quarter, it will bounce off his ass with no problem.
Kendrick is even taller than Sebastian, and even bigger, like a body builder who drinks too many protein shakes. He has large arms and his gut protrudes, but not in a fat, jiggly way; in a muscular, bloated way.
Sebastian is a real man while Kendrick, no matter how hard he tries, he could never measure up.
I am breathless by the time I feel Sebastian reach between us and guide his cock to my hole. I gasp, and he steals my breath when he inches in. I shut my eyes, and he nibbles my bottom lip, then traces it with his tongue.
“Look at me. I want to see you when I’m taking what’s mine, baby.”
On his command, I flutter my eyes open. He looks fierce and determined. Seconds tick by, and he plunges forward, ripping through the thin veil that keeps us apart. I arch back, my nipples scraping across his chest, and his soft hair grazes across the sensitive peaks. “Sebastian,” I groan in relief and bite back the pain. It is nothing. It melts my heart to know he is worried that he might hurt me when I’ve experienced things that have left me broken for days.
“Gabby.” My name is strangled in his throat. “You feel so fucking good. Jesus, you feel better than I dreamed.” He pushes himself up on his arm and looks down where we were connected, watching himself slide in and out. “Look at us, Gabby. Look how fucking hot you look taking my cock. You’re so wet, polishing my cock with how much you want me. Look at us.” Sebastian grips my chin and makes me look down.
His stomach flexes and tightens with every rock forward, and my eyes can’t look away from the slight pink tinge sticking to his skin from my virginity.
Sebastian picks up the pace, and his heavy sack starts to swing, slapping against my ass. “Is this what you want, Gabby?” He jerks my head back and licks the exposed flesh. “You want this cock?” he speaks the filth in my ear, whisper the feathered sounds on a soft grunt. He drives himself harder, yanking a loud cry from the depths of my chest. “Because I’ve been dreaming of this pussy, Gabby. It’s fucking haunted me ever since I met you. I can’t believe you’re finally mine. I’m never going to let you go. I’m going to stay buried inside you every day.” He tosses his head back, and the veins in his neck protrude as he shouts to the ceiling, chest stretched and sweaty, and his hair has fallen over his face to give him a troubled, mysterious appearance.
His words thrum in my ear, teasing the lining of the orgasm building in my body. I hold onto him as he takes me. He pounds my pussy ruthlessly, driving his hips up at the last second so my clit rubs against his pelvis.
If he fucks me any harder, the bed might break.
“What are you thinking about? You’re wetter, dripping on my cock.”
I suck the side of his neck, nibbling and biting, wanting to leave a trashy hickey because I want to mark him; I wanted others to see how he was busy with me, that he is mine just as I am his.
I lick the shell of his ear and whimper, “Thinking about you fucking me so hard this bed breaks. Turns me on.”
Sebastian’s arms leave the bed and hold on to the headboard. The extra support has another last few inches of his cock somehow fitting inside me. A mist of sweat drips along his body and I lick it up, then bite down on his nipple. I wasn’t sure if he would like that, but how he growls and rears back, slamming inside me with so much force that the bed creaks and throttles the wall.
“You want the bed broken? You want me to break this pussy?”
“Yes, Sebastian.” I hook my legs around his hips, and the brutal pace has an agonizing sound leaving me. He’s hitting a spot in my depths that has me buzzing, toes-curling, stomach flipping, and my mind turning to mush. He could have his way with me right now. Any position. Any tempo. And I’ll agree.
“Harder! Harder, Sebastian!” I cry out and bring my hand on his ass to urge him to go faster.
I just spanked him.