Mr Garcia

He spreads my legs and rubs the backs of his fingers through my sex. I'm swollen and dripping wet. How could I not be? I push my body back to try and get some much-needed friction. He grabs a handful of my hair and drags my head back. Then, he slaps me hard on the behind, and I cry out, "Ahh!"

The sound is loud. The sting sharp.

"Don’t fucking move," he growls.

I close my eyes, my body throbbing with arousal, adrenaline—a complete out of body experience.

I hear the unzipping of his trousers. The tearing open of the condom wrapper.

Oh yes.

He puts his hand on the back of my neck and pushes my face into the mattress with force. I smile, and then I feel his tongue over my back entrance. He moans softly into me, as if losing control. He spreads my cheeks and really begins to eat me. I scrunch the sheets up in my fists as I begin to lose control.

Hell yeah. I’ve missed fucking this man.

He rubs the tip of his cock through the lips of my sex, and then he slaps me hard again. "Answer the fucking question."

I shudder. "I'm going to come," I whisper.

He grabs my hair and jerks my head back, bringing his mouth to my ear. "You come, and see what fucking happens to you."

I turn my head to kiss him, and our eyes lock. Darkness swims between us. An arousal, an emotion, something bigger than what we are.

I've never experienced it with anyone else, but I know for certain that it's something that neither of us can control.

"Kiss me," I whimper. "Please."

He bends and licks my open lips. "Tell me." He twists my nipple hard.

I shudder, and he bites my neck until I cry out. Oh…

"He's gone," I breathe. "He's so gone. There's only you."

I feel him smile against my cheek, and then he moves my face toward him and gifts me with a kiss. His tongue dances against mine. His eyes close, and I know that he's right here with me.

Then, as if regaining control, his hand slides between my shoulder blades and he pushes me back into the mattress with force. With a hand full of my hair in his grip, he slams inside me, hard and deep.

I cry out. He's big. Thick and hard. His possession is unforgiving.

The burn is real.

I'm not an inexperienced woman, but hell, Sebastian Garcia makes me feel like an innocent virgin.

His touch is so different to any others. His ownership is real.

He grabs my hips in his hands and begins to pump me hard. My entire body is jerking as he hits me.

The bed bangs against the wall, and I glance up and see our reflection in the mirror.

He's still fully dressed in his suit. My innocent white nightgown is twisted up around my breasts. Sebastian tips his head back in ecstasy, and as the dim light reflects off the mirror, I see the shimmer of perspiration across his brow.

"Come inside me," I pant. "I want to feel it. I want to feel it deep. Give me all of it."

He screws his face up, as if losing control.

I want him to come first. I want to blow his fucking brain, like he does with mine. Then, I remember how much he likes dirty talk. I push back on his cock and circle my hips in an invitation.

"Fill me up," I whisper.

He grits his teeth and slams in harder. "Come," he commands, knowing he's about to lose it.

"No." I smirk. I like this game, watching Mr. Garcia coming undone may be my new favorite hobby.

"Fucking come," he grinds out.

I wiggle my behind again his. "Make me."

He spits saliva onto my behind, and then he slides his thumb deep into my ass.

I fall still.

Oh, he's a bad man.

I see stars, and the air leaves my lungs.

He pumps me once, twice, three times, and I cry out as I come in a rush.

"Ah, FUCK!" His moan is guttural as if in pain. He holds himself deep inside me, and I feel the telling jerk of his cock. He continues to slam into me as he empties himself completely into me.

I slump onto the mattress, and he falls beside me. We are both gasping for air.

I smile and run my hand through his dark whiskers as we stare at each other. "You got come on your suit," I pant

He leans in to kiss me. "It was totally worth it."

The door closing stirs my sleep, and I frown into the darkness.

What time is it? Looking around disorientated, I know it must be early.

My arm reaches out to the other side of the bed. It’s empty and I glance over at the crumpled sheets.

I sit up onto my elbows and look around my room. The connecting door is shut. I get up and turn the handle, only to find that it's locked from his side.