Page 39 of Ruthless Billionaire Daddy

I needed Sebastien.

I wrapped my legs around him pulling him closer to me and rolled my hips against his in a desperate motion, my panties soaked.

“Sebastien, I want you, please,” I pleaded breathlessly.

Sebastien pulled back. “Delilah, are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

Sebastien got up off of me. “Take everything off, now,” he said hoarsely.

He shrugged off his jacket, unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt and the cuffs at his wrists before pulling it over his head. Meanwhile, I pushed my dress and my panties down my legs and kicked them off, sending them onto a pile of accumulating clothes by the base of the bed. As I shifted further up the bed, I should’ve felt insecure laying there completely naked, but I was too absorbed in soaking in every inch of Sebastien’s body.

There was no doubt that Quantum men were fine as hell, but Sebastien was the one who did it for me. He was a perfect mixture of muscular and lean. His arms were a canvas of tattoos, but the one that caught my eye was the lifelike tattoo that covered the left side of his chest.

It was hauntingly beautiful. There was no other way to describe it. Etched on Sebastien’s skin was a skull with crossbones, each bone bearing numbers resembling dates. Surrounding the skull were delicate hearts that floated around it like fragile bubbles, ready to pop at the slightest touch. A thick black serpent emerged from the back of the skull, slithering through a hollow socket, and slipping into a nostril before the snake’s head exited from the mouth, poised and ready to strike.

My eyes drifted from his chest to his waist as Sebastien unbuckled his pants. He slid both his pants and boxers down revealing his thick, large cock. My breath hitched as he kicked the clothing away. I barely had time to ogle the best part of his body before he was on top of me. The moment our naked bodies touched, my body shivered under him, hungry and eager to take whatever he had to offer.

He kissed my neck and nibbled gently on my ear as his fingers trailed up and down my inner thighs. I opened my thighs, giving him the room he needed. I wiggled under him impatiently and whimpered every time his fingers moved away from where I wanted them to be. When his fingers finally slid between my wetness that was hidden beneath dark curls, I moaned, “Sebastien.”

A sound escaped Sebastien’s lips that sounded more animalistic than human.

“Sweetheart, you’re so fucking wet.”

He placed his head on my shoulder, his fingers stroking my wetness, his breathing erratic.

“I can’t wait. I need you.”

Before I could register his words, I felt his cock at my entrance. Without warning, he pushed himself inside and I gasped in pain, my eyes squeezing shut.

And I felt Sebastien freeze.

Chapter 15 - Sebastien

Wait.

I looked down at Delilah as a few tears trickled down the side of her eyes and she wiped them away quickly.

“Delilah, are you a virgin?”

She went full red.

Shit! I knew I should’ve gone slow. God, now I felt guilty.

“If I say yes, are you going to stop?” her voice cracked.

I sighed and looked down at where we were still attached.

“I’m not going to stop, but you should’ve told me.”

“How was I going to tell you? Hey, Sebastien! At thirty, I’m still a virgin, I’d love it if you’d pop my cherry.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. I was happy that Delilah was able to find humor in the situation. There was no way I was pulling out now; I needed to feel her wrapped around me.

“Are you okay now? And be honest.”

“It hurts a little, but please don’t stop.” She held my biceps gently.

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