Page 68 of The Bitter Rival

Raising on my knees, I line myself up with him and slowly sink down. I notice his eyes close as my body accepts him fully.Mr. Bigshot.Knowing this will not take me long, I begin undulating on top of him. Rocking back and forth, I reach down and stroke my swollen, achy clit while Bas lies motionless underneath me, his arms still folded under his head.Whatever. The intensity is building in my core. Pushing up further onto my knees, I lift up and drop myself down onto him, eliciting a grunt. The pleasure begins to spike, and I drop back onto his cock again and again. I’m so close now that my whole body is beginning to shake.

I suddenly feel his hands cupping my ass, lifting me up as he thrusts into me from below. The nonsensical moaning coming from my lips must sound like I’m speaking in tongues. I’m so turned on, my adrenalin coursing through my veins. I don’t know how I’m still upright.

The familiar pull of my groin is there, signaling my orgasm has been detonated. I lean forward slightly, allowing enough friction to strike my clit as he thrusts up into me that I go off like a rocket. “Sebastian,” I cry out, my entire body quivering in its release.

Despite my quaking, I can feel his fingers dig into my ass as he thrusts one last time and empties into me. I want to see his face, but I cannot hold my eyes open. I’m so completely spent. White spots cloud my eyes, and I can feel his strong hands pulling me down onto his chest.

As his corded arms wrap tightly around my back, I can feel tender kisses on my scalp as I continue to tremble.

“Shhh,” he whispers, stroking my back and my hair. “My bad girl had a big day.” I hear the slightest chuckle from him and know we’ve turned a corner, back to where we always end up after whatever games have led us to this point.

“What now?” I ask, wondering where we stand but honestly too mentally and physically fatigued to care anymore tonight.

“Well, one thing’s for certain. You’re going to be here when I wake up, that’s for damn sure.” He’s quiet for a moment, then I hear him ask sweetly, “Is Austin okay without you tonight?”

Gah. This man.“Yes. Good thing, too. I’m too tired to leave.”

“Now, you tell me. I should have tried harder before.”

CHAPTERTHIRTY

Isabella

The morning sun breaks through the expensive drapes adorning the windows on the far wall as my eyes blink open. My mind is completely unfocused. It takes me a minute to understand what’s happening around me. I’m lying on my side, a firm, warm body wrapped around me. He’s gone from shark to octopus, his limbs circled about me like tentacles. My head is lying half on a luxurious pillow and half on Sebastian’s outstretched right arm. As my eyes travel down the corded, bronzed skin dusted in dark hair, I try to make out what’s in his hand.Is that a condom?

I blink a few more times, trying to examine it closer. Was he ready for another round when I fell unconscious? Did he fall asleep with that thing in his hand? About that time, I notice his hand wiggle. As he adjusts his position behind me, I can feel his hard cock resting against my ass. Again, with the hand wiggle.

“What’re you doing?” I laugh.

“Waiting for you to wake up and put it on me.”

“Oh, my god, have you been holding that thing in your hand all night?”

“No. Had it tucked under my pillow.” He chuckles. “Now get it on me, GG. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time.”

Giggling, I tear open the condom wrapper as he lifts my left leg and drapes it over his. His hips start to glide back and forth behind me, stroking my swollen flesh in its attempt to get his length close enough I can place the condom on him. “I didn’t know morning sex was your thing.”

“It’s not.”

“What?”

“I’ve never had it before.”

“What? How is that possible?”

“Easy. I’ve never spent the night with anyone.”

“No one?” I’m flabbergasted. How has this playboy made it this many years without this?

“Well, I had a girlfriend back in high school. But we never spent the night together. I left for college by the time she’d moved out of her mom’s house. So, you’re the first.”

There’s no chance to respond to this unbelievable conversation before he’s gone from sliding his cock through my folds to angling my hips and plunging deep inside me.

“Fuck. You’re so warm and wet.” He reaches forward, grasping my left breast as he strokes his cock in and out of me. “All of this instant access to your body. I’ll never think of morning wood the same way,” he mumbles in my ear as he shifts his hand back to pull my left leg wider over his before picking up speed.

I start to pant, needing him to touch me. Just as I reach for his hand, he moves it, so he’s cupping my mound, thrumming my clit with the pad of his finger in time with his thrusts. My head drops back against his shoulder as he fuels my desire with his talented fingers.

“Come for me, GG. I want to feel your pussy convulsing on my cock.”

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