Page 103 of King of Clubs

“You are a fucking goddess but I'm going to destroy that perfect pussy of yours.” His words made me throb, shamelessly rocking backwards.

“Well, can you hurry up because I’ve missed you.” He didn’t move, instead standing there in all his deliciously naked glory, as he took his cock in his hands and began stroking himself. I moved onto my back, not wanting to miss the show and his eyes turned dark.

“Did I say you could move? Get back on your knees so I can see that pretty pussy.” A little moan escaped me as I quickly obeyed. I was aching for some friction and moved my hand down my stomach as it settled between my throbbing legs. Sliding my fingers through my wet slit, I felt a sharp sting against my backside which only intensified the pleasure.

“Fuckkkkk, Seb,” I moaned. Whatever that was, I needed more.

“My greedy girl can’t wait. Do you want to come, Marlee?” His voice was husky, laced with hunger, and the bed dipped behind me with his weight. I was breathless, desperate for whatever it was he was going to give me and hoping like hell it included his tongue in a number of places. When he still didn’t touch me, I glanced back over my shoulder and felt a second sharp sting causing another jolt of electricity to shoot straight to my clit.

“Answer me, baby. Do you want me to taste you?”

“Yessss,” I panted. He positioned himself underneath me and pulled me onto his face with his hands tight around the back of my thighs. His breath whispered against me as he held me tight, his name escaping my lips as he took me in his mouth.

I rocked against him, losing myself in the way he licked and sucked, his hands moving up to grab my arse. A groan rumbled up my throat and he pressed a finger into me, focusing his tongue on my clit.

“Oh my god, fuck.” The intensity only increased as he slapped me again. The pressure rising in my stomach.

I was wild, unable to hold back, grinding against his face, enjoying the friction of his stubble against my flesh. When he added another finger, pumping into me in time with the devastating licks of his tongue, I fell right off the cliff and exploded all over his mouth with a scream.

“So sexy,” he mumbled, as I rode the last remnants of pleasure. My knees were shaky and I was about to turn to lay on my back and catch my breath, but Seb’s firm grip halted my movements.

“No chance, woman, stay on your knees. I want to do what I’ve been dreaming about for four days and I want to do it while I stare at that gorgeous arse of yours.” My body responded involuntarily as it always did with him, embracing the pure sex that he was. Already prepared for the annihilation I was about to receive, I chanced a look over my shoulder, a cheeky grin on my face.

“You all talk or what?” I knew by the way his eyes flamed that I’d pushed him far enough for today.

“I think I need to fuck that sass right out of you,” his sultry voice raked through me, my nipples pebbling. Gripping my hips, he lined himself up with my entrance and in one long stroke, filled me completely.

Exhaling all of the air from my lungs at the pure intoxication of being so consumed, I took the sheet in fistfuls in an attempt to hold on. Sebastian was relentless as he pounded into me, giving me what I’d been yearning for. What felt like I waited forever for. I couldn’t have been quiet if I tried and when he twisted my hair tightly and pulled me up towards him, while continuing with his excruciating thrusts into my body, I felt the surge of pleasure swirling in my stomach. He kissed my neck still holding my hair in one hand, the other moving around to place pressure on my clit.

“Fuck I love you and your sexy body. I will never get enough of the feeling of being inside you.” His words started as whispers in my ear, crawling across my skin and into my heart. Whispers that became louder as the orgasm ripped through me, my vision blurring as he groaned my name, filling me with his own release. He continued moving inside me, until we were both panting, my head having fallen back on his chest and his arms still holding me firmly until we both fell onto the bed. Two satiated, panting bodies.

I rolled to face him, our breaths mingled as I kissed his swollen mouth. I savoured the taste of him, running my hands gently through his hair and when we broke apart, still panting with exertion, I licked my lips.

“Move in with me?” He implored desperately, looking so vulnerable as he waited patiently for me to answer.

I could finally afford to get a place of my own and surprisingly I felt ready to do so, even after everything that had happened recently. But staring at Seb, I didn’t want to live on my own when I could live with him instead. He was the best thing that happened to me in such a long time and I was stronger because of him. It was his belief in me that gave me the stability and courage to change. To take my life back. And he supported and loved me regardless of the bucket loads of baggage I brought with me.

He loved me for me. He loved me in every sense of the word and there was nowhere else I wanted to be than in his arms, doing life with him.

“Okay,” I breathed.

“Okay?” His voice was higher than I had ever heard and I giggled as he smothered me in kisses all over my face. “Okay as in you will move in here?” He looked so damn adorable, his crooked grin brighter than I’d ever seen as he grabbed hold of my face and stared straight into my eyes. I nodded at him and he jumped up onto his knees, moving one leg either side of me as he kissed me tenderly. The contentment of my agreement felt with every swipe of his tongue against mine. I felt him grow hard between my legs and his face turned serious as I ran my fingernails up his back, wrapping my legs around the back of his calves.

“Of course I want to live with you, who else is going to feed me?”

“You just want to use me for food, coffee and sex,” he said. “I accept.”

I laughed, not even willing to deny it and when he entered me for the second time, slowly showing me how happy that made him, it reminded me why with him, it was like the first time, every time.

Marlee

Epilogue

Six Months Later

“Oh my god, sis. You look absolutelystunnin’in that dress.”

“I asked you to leave your British accent at home tonight, we are serving sophistication and fake accents don’t match the aesthetic,” I giggled at the look of horror on Arna’s face before she and Felicity joined me in a fit of laughter.

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