Page 76 of Heart Break Her

Plucking the condom wrapper from his paint covered hands, I tear it open.

“Let me,” I say, sitting up so I’m facing him. With him kneeling, his dick is just below mouth level.

I use my one paint free hand to roll the condom on slowly, watching it wrap around his perfect dick. Remembering how it stretched my mouth wide open. How he tasted. Imagining with each inch what it will feel like as he sinks into me.

With the condom rolled all the way on, Sebastian grabs my jaw and tips my mouth up, consuming it with his own.

Slow desire turns frantic as he pushes me onto my back and covers me with his hard body. His dick nudges at my entrance, and I spread my legs wider, wrapping them around his hips and digging my heels into the backs of his thighs. He presses in just barely, and it sends bolts of electricity straight through me. I bite down on his bottom lip, craving all of him I can get.

He buries himself inside me with one hard thrust, freezing as my pussy squeezes around him.

“Fuck,” he groans, his fingers gripping my hair. “God. Fuck. Cassie, you’re—fuck. You feel so good.”

I tilt my hips and somehow it allows my body to take him even deeper.

“I—" My words cut off because there’s nothing left to be said. He’s hitting me in places I’ve never felt, and I’m so full. It hurts, yet it feels incredible.

My legs lock on his hips as he starts to move. Slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before driving back into me again. I need more of that, more of him, even if I’m stretched to my limits in every way possible.

He lifts up onto his arms so he’s hovering over me, and it shifts his hips as he starts to drive in harder. His eyes watch my body take every inch of him in. One hand traces up my side and finds my nipple, pulling it with a hard tug that throbs all the way down to my clit.

“Sebastian,” I cry out, gripping him tighter.

I’m holding on like there’s no other option. He’s the center of the universe, and I’m drifting so far out of my orbit to reach him that I’m in uncharted territory. His hand reaches up for the base of my throat, and he holds me in place as his hips pick up speed. Pounding into me with punishing thrusts I feel all the way down to my toes.

Possession.

There’s no other way to describe how he claims me from the inside out.

“You like that?” he asks, looking down on me with dark eyes.

“Yes,” I moan. Each thrust releases a breath from my chest.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Cassie.” He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me up to meet him.

“Perfect,” he says against my lips. Holding me a breath away from his mouth, but not quite kissing me. “You decimate me.”

Before I can ask what his words mean, or if it’s good or bad, his mouth presses over mine and he drinks the thought straight from my lips. His thrusts turn frantic as we chase the edge. He presses me flush against the couch and lays over me, pulling one of my legs up over his shoulder to get deeper.

Right where I want him, as close as he can get.

I feel it, the horizon closing in. Stars bursting at the edge of the darkness, waiting to break through. And as Sebastian’s tongue slips into my mouth, it triggers something in me. I shatter like a star imploding in on itself, wrapping in its own skin and disappearing in the rush. And just when my hearing fades out and everything gets blurry, I feel Sebastian’s release consume my own.

He slows as our bodies shiver, thrusting all the way in and out, feeling every inch my body takes of him as I tremble around his dick. And it occurs to me that his mouth hasn’t left mine since my climax started.

He kisses me through my orgasm. He kisses me through his own. He kisses me when we’re both done shaking and we’ve drained our bodies of all that’s left. He kisses me until I forget where I am, when I am, who I am. He kisses me like he can’t get enough.

And Ican’t get enough.

22

Sebastian

Thestadiumisquietwhen Cassie and I finally peel ourselves away from the dressing room. The rest of the bands who played the festival are probably out on the town getting fucked up. I would know; that’s usually me.

Not tonight.

I knew before going on stage that I needed Cassie like a craving I wasn’t going to be able to kick. That no matter what happened when the set was over, everything was going to change between us.

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