The Fall (The Lycans 7)

“I’m yours,” I cried out just as he pulled me down onto his cock, making me take every single inch.

When I was flush with his body, we both stayed still, groaning, the feeling of being so stretched enough to take my breath away.

I started riding him. Gripping his shoulders as I rose up and pressed back down. He allowed me to set the pace for the first few minutes, his teeth bared, his expression fierce as he stared into my eyes, refusing to look away.

His eyes flashed red as he tightened his claws into my hips and on my ass and really started fucking me then. Sebastian lifted me up and slammed me back down over and over again.

He fucked me hard and fast until the pain and pleasure morphed into one. And when he smacked my ass, the crack of his palm meeting my cheek was so loud I swore it would give our location away to anyone or anything that was near.

But I couldn’t care. It all felt too good to stop.

I was bouncing on him, up and down, my breasts only held securely by my T-shirt, which really didn’t offer any support as it was. My nipples felt rock-hard, aching, and when he leaned down and started sucking on a nipple through my shirt, I moaned loudly.

He kept smacking my ass every time I was flush with his groin, then would tighten his hold on me and force me to roll my hips back and forth, working his dick up inside of me until I felt as if he’d split me in two.

The sting of him at my breast had me looking down in a haze of clouded arousal. He pulled back and I could see his mouth smeared with blood, could see the twin holes in the shirt right over my left breast. Where he’d bitten me.

The fact that he’d pierced me through the shirt, so frantic in his need to taste me, had my pussy clamping around him, milking him so that he grunted and started really lifting his hips up as he pulled me back down.

The sound of our bodies slapping together was obscene and so incredibly hot.

“Put your ass into it, female. Work that pussy.”

Sweat covered my temples as I kept bouncing on him, so close yet my orgasm still felt so far away.

“Fuck. Yeah, that’s it. Work that little pussy on this big cock. Take it like you’re desperate to feel me come inside of you.”

Gods, his dirty talk was the top tier stuff of my fantasies.

I leaned back and rested my hands on his thighs, feeling the muscles strain under my touch. I rolled my hips, ground myself on him, and sought to find my pleasure.

With my head hanging slightly back, my hair swinging wildly behind me, I was so close. So close.

“I’ll fucking kill anyone who thinks they can take you from me.”

Oh. Yes. That was it. Right there, that violent, super red-flag waving shit that just did it for me.

Because it had me coming so hard stars dotted my vision and I felt a flush of wetness spill from me.

I couldn’t move as I rode the ecstasy but somehow was still bouncing on his dick. I realized he had his hands on my waist and pulled me up before slamming me down, using me like his own little fuck doll.

And then I felt his hand circle my throat, squeezing tighter and tighter until I gasped and really rode him, my orgasm peaking again as I cried out.

Gods, that was it. That danger of not being able to breathe, yet knowing Sebastian would never hurt me, would never allow anyone else to hurt me.

The pleasure was… insurmountable.

It was long moments of me wailing as I rode the wave before I felt myself start to come down from my high.

But as soon as I was conscious enough of my surroundings, Sebastian thrust up into me once, twice before pulling out on the third. He pushed me down to my knees and palmed his big, fat cock.

He was leaking copious amounts of cum, so much so that I thought he’d already orgasmed, but he was still so hard. So thick. So goddamn big.

“Open for me. Be my good girl.”

I had my hands on his upper thighs, my nails digging into his legs as I moved closer, leaned in, and opened wide.

He smoothed his slick cockhead along my lips, a mixture of his semen and my arousal coating my mouth before he popped the crown inside and I eagerly sucked on him.

He groaned and lifted his hips, pushing another thick inch inside. We did the slow tandem of him shallowly thrusting up while I moved my mouth down.

But it seemed his impatience grew because he tangled his hand in the back of my hair, and pushed my face down in his lap at the same time he pushed up.