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My pants are still halfway down my legs.I wiggle and try to kick them off.Sebastian bends down to help me, pausing with his cheek against my thigh.He presses a kiss there.His beard tickles, and I giggle.
He slides my jeans down and off of me, then steps back.“Those panties are flimsy little things, aren’t they?”
Kingston nods.“They don’t look very sturdy at all.They’re so thin, they’re soaked through already, look at the wet spot there.”
My face feels like it’s on fire, and I twist to the side, not wanting them to peruse me like this and talk about me.
“I don’t think so,” Sebastian says, turning me to face them again.
“You’re being rude,” I say to him.
“Am I?”He traces the waistband of my panties, his finger scorching.He gives the elastic an experimental tug.
“Yes,” I gasp.“Very rude.”
“Is this rude?”He grabs the waistband again, and yanks.
RIP, panties.
Nine
Sebastian
“Hey!”Ella says.“I really liked that pair.”
“I’ll buy you new ones,” I say.
She looks fucking magnificent like this, wearing her bra and nothing else, with her arms stretched out.Too bad King doesn’t have a ceiling hook in here, something sturdy enough to hold her weight.He sees me looking up and he grins.
We don’t even need to talk about it.He’s going to have one installed within a week.
I unfasten my pants and free my cock.The way Ella’s eyes go wide with desire makes me feel like a fucking emperor.I move around behind her and rub my dick through her folds, lubricating myself and teasing her at the same time.While I slide between her legs, I reach around and pinch her nipples through her lacy bra.
“Yes,” she says, but the word is swallowed up by Kingston stepping forward and kissing her.
I nudge her feet farther apart, then rub the head of my cock over her entrance.She tries to lower herself onto me, but the ropes holding her arms up don’t allow her to move that far.
“Please,” she whimpers against King’s neck.
“Like this?”I ask, spearing her.
“Fuck—yes,” Ella cries.
“Ooh, you and your filthy little mouth,” Kingston says, grabbing one of her breasts and pinching her nipple.
Her pussy squeezes around my cock and she yelps, then moans as he continues to torture her.
I pump into her, glorying in how snug and wet she is around me.I lick her shoulder, kiss her, breathe her in.Fuck, I will never get tired of this woman and the way she makes me feel—both inside and out.My soul is quiet when I’m with her, content.My body craves her.Even when I’m with her, I want more.
“Yes,” she says again.
Looking down, I see King on his knees in front of her.He’s lapping at her pussy, his gaze locked on Ella’s face.
“Please,” she begs.
I don’t know what she’s asking for—hell, Ella probably doesn’t even know what she’s asking for.But I continue to fuck her, sliding in and out, loving the feel of the curves of her ass against my pelvis every time I thrust in.I hold her hips tightly so she doesn’t knock forward too hard.King has his hands on her inner thighs, holding her legs apart and aiding in keeping her still so he can continue his attentions on her clit.
Ella cries out with each of my thrusts, the song of her pleasure heightening my lust.Sweat gathers at my temples, in the middle of my back, over my chest.Ella’s pussy gives me an impossibly tight squeeze and she cries out her orgasm, clamping down rhythmically over me.
