“Sebastian,” I whimper.
“Yes, Ashlynn?” he asks, licking up my slit slowly, delicately. He runs his tongue up, letting it dance over my ass before sitting up.
“I don’t know if I can take that again,” I confess. “How did you do that to me?” My voice is rocky and breathless.
He rubs my ass cheek, then spanks me there lightly. “It’s easy to want to make you happy.”
“That’s more than happy,” I murmur. It makes all my orgasms before Sebastian seem so laughable in comparison. As I think this, I realize that he still hasn’t come. My eyes open and curve around to look up at him. “But you…”
He looks down at his cock— still rock hard. “I told you. We’ll get there. I’m not sure I’m done with you yet.”
“I don’t think I can do that again,” I say honestly.
“See, that sounds like a challenge,” Sebastian says, then reaches down and tugs on my legs, pulling me until my feet touch the floor and find purchase there. I’m bent over the bed, a position that always seemed so…subservient, I suppose— yes, subservient— but I find myself leaning backward, arching myself toward Sebastian, eager for him to enter me once again. He makes a satisfied sound at this, then, in one swift, powerful motion, thrusts into me.
I gasp in surprise at having so much of him, so fast; just because I’ve taken him all once already doesn’t mean my pussy is accustomed to his size. He inhales sharply in pleasure, and it makes me want him to use me— to let me give him the same pleasure he’s given me. I rock my hips back and forth, encouraging him, and he doesn’t hesitate; he reaches around my chest and takes hold of my breasts, then begins to fuck me harder than before. Harder than I’ve ever been fucked before. I couldn’t have handled it when we started, but now I feel alive and wild and daring, and god, I love the way I can feel his cock pulsing in me.
Sebastian groans, and I answer it by dropping my upper body lower and inching my legs even further apart, giving him all the access he needs. I’m still tight around him, and each time he enters me I feel him rub against that spot at the front of my pussy, the place that makes me feel like I may collapse. The head of his cock hits it over and over as he takes me, and I think that if I relax enough, I just might orgasm one more time. I exhale, spread my legs farther.
“Ashlynn,” Sebastian says under his breath. “Even if I come now, you know we aren’t done, right?”
“I hope not,” I answer. I tilt my head back; Sebastian releases one of my breasts and grabs hold of my hair gently, but firmly. It’s erotic in a way I’ve never experienced, and when I moan in delight, Sebastian growls, releases my other breast, and slaps me on the ass again. He’s going to come, I can feel him throbbing, can feel his need for release every bit as intensely as I felt my own moments ago. Knowing he’s so close tips me over the edge as well, and I whimper as my pussy trembles in pleasure. Yes, yes, I can come again— not another blackout orgasm, no, but something warm and shivering and perfect—
Sebastian thrusts deep into me, and then freezes, one hand gripping my hair and the other on my right ass cheek. He grinds into me and comes hard, so hard I feel the pulse through the condom. It gets me the rest of the way there, knowing I’ve done this for him; I exhale and come one last time, crying out softly as sweet, gentle release washes over me. I collapse to the bed and Sebastian follows, barely stopping himself from falling directly on top of me; his cock slides from me and he rolls off to one side, immediately grabbing me and pulling me against him.
“You’re perfect, you know,” he says breathlessly. I tuck my head against his chest, inhaling the scent of him, still shaking, wet, sweating, primal, hungry for his body. “How much more can you take?”
“What?”
“How many more times do you think I can fuck you tonight, Ashlynn?” he asks, catching his breath.
I bite my lip. My pussy aches— I’m going to be sore tomorrow. But…that’s tomorrow. Tonight?
Tonight, I’ve got another round in me, at least. I meet his eyes, then allow him to swing my leg over top of him, and bring me down to ride his still-hard cock.
11
Twice more— that was the answer. I could handle being fucked by Sebastian Slate two more times before my body begged for mercy, and I collapsed into a sleepy stupor on the bed. Sebastian cleaned me up, then himself, then pulled me up against him in a way so delicate that it feels impossible that this was the same man who practically pounded himself into me earlier. I find myself wary to let myself cuddle so close to him; when we were having sex, everything felt so direct and erotic and unabashed. Now that we’re both exhausted, though, and the first hints of dawn are showing through the blinds, it all feels very…intimate. It throws me.