I swallow the lump in my throat, on the edge of fear.
“Don’t you understand me?”
I pant.
“Last warning.”
“Y-yes,” I stammer. “I am. I mean, I will.”
He kneels over my face and rubs the tip of his hard cock over my lips. Pre-ejaculate and oil smear across my face.
His chest is rising and falling as he looks down at me, his dark hair hanging over his face and his muscles glistening with oil. But it’s his eyes that are turning me inside out.
He’s running on instinct, the need to fuck in him is so hard now that nothing else matters.
His filter is gone, along with his restraint.
I don’t know if I’ve ever seen something so arousing.
He leans on his elbow beside me, and he kisses me hard as he pushes my top leg up so that it rests by my shoulder. Then, his hand glides down my body, through the oil and over my breasts. Lower… lower.
His thick fingers find that sweet spot between my legs, and he opens my lips as far as they’ll go. I inhale sharply. His eyes hold mine as he stretches me open.
Every time we have sex, he surprises me.
Nothing is ever the same with this man. As soon as I even think about getting comfortable, he ups the ante, taking it to a higher level.
He gives me more.
His tongue dances seductively against mine. I’m writhing beneath him. My eyes can’t stay open, and my arms are beginning to hurt from being tied above my head.
I moan into his mouth, and then his teeth begin to roam along my jaw. He bites my neck.
Fuck.
He takes my nipple in his mouth and bites it hard. I cry out, and his eyes flicker closed.
He’s getting off on my pain.
Huh?
Uneasiness begins to flow through me. This is new territory. It’s a Sebastian Garcia I haven’t met before.
He sucks his way down my body, moving lower and lower until he reaches his goal. He stops and spreads me wide, and he stares at me.
I hold my breath as I look up at the ceiling. What is he doing?
I lift my head to watch him. His body is down on the bed now, parallel to my sex. He slowly drags his fingers through my flesh as he lies on his side, completely preoccupied with his task.
“Seb,” I whisper.
“Don’t come.”
Huh?
His mouth comes over me, and he sucks hard. So hard that it smarts, and I curl my legs around his head to try and escape him.
“Open.” He growls as he slams my legs down to the mattress.
Oh…
His thick tongue glides up and over my sex, and then he lifts my hips and licks my behind, his hungry eyes holding mine.
He wants me there. Jeez.
He swirls his tongue again, and I shudder. Fuck, I swear I’m going to come so hard that I’ll pass out. This is too much.
Then he’s all in as he holds my hips up, deep tongue and whiskers on me. I’m all over his face.
He’s in places that he shouldn’t be and, oh, it’s too good. I shudder again.
“I said don’t fucking come.” He bites my clitoris, and I jump.
“Ouch.”
“I’ll give you fucking ouch in a minute.” He flips me over so that I am on my knees. My wrists sting from the pull of the handcuffs. He shuffles me around and lifts me onto my knees, and then he spreads them apart.
He gets up, and I hear the cupboard door open. Oh no. What is he getting?
My heart begins to hammer. The bed dips again when he kneels behind me.
I drop my head to the mattress and hold my breath, unsure, aroused, and about to have a heart attack.
His tongue flutters over my back entrance, and I close my eyes as heat begins to pump through me. Hmm.
God, this should not feel as good as it does. He really begins to eat me, and I clench, needing a deeper connection. He must be able to sense it and he slides three of his thick fingers into my sex.
I moan as my body begins to ripple around him. My hips have their own agenda, and I push back onto his face.
This is wrong but so fucking hot.
He slides a finger into my ass, and I moan.
No.
He adds another finger, and my eyes roll back in my head.
“Don’t come.” He growls.
What?
I moan again.
Crack.
He slaps me hard, and my eyes shoot open.
“Don’t you dare fucking come.”
I can’t stop it. I convulse and scream into the mattress.
“You’re going to pay for that,” he threatens.
He puts the tip of his cock at my back entrance and begins to push forward.
“No. Sebastian!” I yell.
He stops, and silence falls between us
I can hear him panting and gasping for air. He’s struggling as he tries to control his urge to fuck my ass.
Prolonged silence.
What is he doing?
He grips my hipbones, and I know he’s on the edge of control. I wiggle my hips a little to bring him back to the moment. It works. He slaps me hard, and then he bends to lick me again. He moans into me, and hell, has there ever been a hotter sound?