Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
“Now stretch your arms back. Can you reach the arms of the chair if you bend forward?”
Following his instructions, I bent, pushing my ass toward him until my fingers could grip the chair arms. When I lifted my head, I could see the Eiffel Tower, perfectly, alight against the velvety black sky.
“Perfect.” Sebastian’s low voice caressed my ears and set me on fire. “Now don’t let go of the chair. I promise to take good care of you.” My brain was still trying to comprehend that promise as a hot hand rubbed one ass cheek, sending sparks shooting through my body straight to my cock.
I’d never had sex with someone quite like this. Sure, I’d been taken from behind plenty of times, but because of the way I was bent and required to hold the arms of the chair, I couldn’t twist to see Sebastian. Each time I raised my eyes, there was only the doorway lit by the Eiffel Tower and the alluring feel of his hand massaging and spreading my cheeks.
The snap of the plastic cap on the lube bottle made me flinch, but my heart jumped in eager anticipation of what was to come. One slick, wet digit pushed into me, and I moaned with relief.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Sebastian groaned. “It’s like I’m being sucked inside of you.”
“More,” I groaned. One finger wasn’t nearly enough. I’d taken his thick cock first thing this morning and had still walked the Champs-Élysées.
He added a second, and I thought my eyes were going to roll into my head. The burning stretch of muscles made my legs tremble while my cock throbbed in time with my racing heart. I wanted to wrap a hand around my dick and stroke myself to the same rhythm that Sebastian had started thrusting his fingers in and out of my ass with.
But I couldn’t. My fingers tightened on the arms of the chair. Wood creaked in the nearly silent room. I didn’t know if it was from me or Sebastian.
“Look at that, baby,” Sebastian grunted. “Your cock is leaking.”
I dropped my blurry gaze from the window to my dick. Pre-cum was spilling from the head and dripping steadily onto the carpet.
“So sexy,” he continued. “I can’t wait until we get home. As soon as our latest tests come back negative, we’re doing this position again. I want to fill your ass with my cum and watch it leak out, running down your thighs to the carpet. Do you want that too?”
My tongue couldn’t form words any longer. His delicious torment had reduced my brain to goo, and it was probably dripping out the edge of my dick along with my cum. I wanted everything he could do to me and more. Every touch, every whispered word, every kiss wore away my resistance. I had no defense against him.
“Bastian,” I whined. My knuckles cracked as my fingers tightened on the arms of the chair. It was becoming harder to hang on. My dick throbbed, and I needed to stroke myself for a tiny bit of relief before I screamed.
“What do you need, my baby?”
“Put the condom on and fuck me now!”
“Are you sure?”
“Bastian!” I roared. I gasped to tell him to forget the condom when I heard the heavenly crinkle of the wrapper. My entire body trembled as I danced on the edge of coming. I don’t know how long it took him—somewhere between a second and eternity—but he was pulling me back at last. His fingers had left me and that thick head was now nudging my entrance, stretching resistant muscles.
The moment he was inside of me, I gave in to temptation and sat down, taking all of him in one fast, hard thrust that sent a rush of air out of both our lungs. Oh fuck, so full. I was finally so full that I couldn’t breathe.
“Little devil,” Sebastian growled. He wrapped one arm around my waist and repositioned us so that he could withdraw and thrust upward while I rested on his chest. Sebastian hooked his other arm under my right leg, pulling it up to my chest. A yelp of surprised pleasure burst from me as the next thrust was even deeper.
There was no more conscious thought after that. It was just riding wave after wave of intense ecstasy as he moved in and out of my body like a fucking jackhammer. There was no more finesse or sweet teasing. This was a pounding to knock my teeth out of my head as we raced to the finish line.
Unable to stand it another second, I finally released the chair arm with one hand and closed my aching fingers around my cock. I stroked myself, chasing that tantalizing high until I was screaming my release. My ears were still ringing when Sebastian shouted. The arm across my middle tightened, and I thought he was going to crack a rib.