Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
I lifted myself up and straddled him as he lay on his back, his eyes following my every move. Wrapping my hands around his hard length, it gave me a powerful thrill seeing the way my touch affected him.
Moving up, I lined his swollen head with my entrance and ran it back and forth, teasing myself with what I wanted.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
I looked up at him to see he was watching me rub myself with his cock.
Tilting my hips, I sank down on it and placed both palms flat on his sculpted abs.
“YES!” I cried at the same time he let out a low, deep groan of pleasure.
I began to move up and down slowly.
“You want to ride it?” he said to me, squeezing my left breast. “Then, fucking ride it. I’m a thoroughbred, Ace. Not a pony.”
I bit my bottom lip as I grinned and picked up my pace, having to lean forward more to do so.
As my breasts swung back and forth close to his face, Sebastian lifted his head to lick and suck on one of my nipples.
When his palm slapped my butt, I hadn’t expected it, but like before, it excited me.
“More,” I begged.
He did as I’d asked in a slow speed at first, but as I began to moan louder, his slaps became faster.
“Damn, my girl likes being spanked.” The excitement in his voice as he ran his face over one of my boobs made my inner walls clench. That had happened before.
“It stings. I like it,” I panted. “I tried to leave,” I reminded him as his eyes locked with mine. “I deserve to be punished.”
The next hit was much harder, and I pulled up just as I felt the jolt shoot through me and the release gush from my body.
“Jesus, fuck, that’s it. Fuuuck, that’s hot.” Sebastian’s words felt far away.
I was thrown on my back, and my eyes flew open to see Sebastian grabbing my legs and bending them back, exposing me completely before sinking into me.
“That’s it. Such a good pussy. Take that dick.” His voice was raspy as he got more and more frantic.
His eyes met mine. He was close. I loved watching him like this. Knowing it was me doing this to him.
“So fucking beautiful.” His body tensed as he said the words, and the veins on his neck stood out. “GAH!”
The shout came just as the first burst of heat released inside me.
Either it was his face or the way his cum felt as he ejaculated—or both—but I screamed his name as another climax took me with him.
The wall of warmth behind me felt amazing when I began to wake. The room was cold, but I scooted back further against the heat, and the muscular, corded arm that was wrapped around me tightened. His hand slid up and cupped one of my breasts.
A pleased grunt was followed by one of his legs also covering me and bringing me even closer. “This is the way to wake up,” he said in a husky voice, then bent his head to bury his face in my neck. “If this is a fucking dream, don’t wake me up.”
I laughed, reaching up to hold on to his arm. “Not a dream,” I told him. “I have a rather tender ass to prove it.”
“Mmm,” he replied, then slid his hand from my boob to my bottom to rub it. “I’ll put some cream on it. I gotta take care of this thing. It’s my magic button.”
Grinning, I turned onto my back slightly so I could look at him. “Magic button?”
He nodded.
With his hooded eyes, stubbled jaw, and messy hair, he was the most erotic thing I’d seen in my life.
“I spank this ass, and your cunt sprays me like a porn star.”
I tried to pull away from him. “Don’t compare me to that!”
He pulled me back tighter. “No need to get feisty, Ace. That’s every boy’s dream from the moment he sees his first porn. Now, be a good girl and keep me warm.”
How any woman could resist this man, I had no idea. To think, he’d wanted to marry someone, and she hadn’t wanted him.
“I’d like to see this Wilder guy,” I said aloud.
Sebastian leaned up to look down at me with a small frown between his brows. “Why?”
I shrugged. “I am just struggling with the fact that some woman didn’t fall victim to your charms.”
His lips quirked, and he bent his head to nuzzle my cleavage. “You don’t get to meet him. In fact, you aren’t going in public again. Nowhere that other men can take you from me.”
Although there was a teasing quality in his tone, I also felt like he meant it—or at least the part about someone taking me from him. Was he insecure? It seemed impossible for someone like him to have any reason to feel insecure. I was the one who had to worry about other women. We wouldn’t be locked away in this cabin alone forever. The real world was coming, and when it did, would he have had his fill of me?