Page 83 of Mr. Aster
All of that rapidly vanished when his sturdy hand braced me, and he greedily used his lips and other hand to quench my appetite and aching desire to feel an orgasm. That’s all it was going to be, just me allowing him to give my horny ass aregularorgasm. Well, that happened, but my body didn’t react like it usually did when I came. I felt my insides heat up with a surging pulsating sensation while my clit and G-spot responded simultaneously to create sensations I’d never experienced. Theorgasm shattered and ripped through my body as if it had been pulled out by a magician who knew how to awaken a sexual chakra that no one else could.
I exploded with ecstasy and fell into a trance, makingmorethe only thing I wanted now. Sebastian’s primal instincts must’ve picked up on this, intertwining with everything I was experiencing because his mouth was on mine now in the most possessive and sensual way as he carried me and marched us both into the house.
I thought we were heading to my bed, but he had other plans.
“Fuck, I need to see you come again, gorgeous. I need to see it,” he pleaded breathlessly, placing my feet on the ground and forcing my back against the dining table just off the kitchen area.
I laid back as my body, inside and out, craved more of this pure dose of passion that only Sebastian Aster could supply. Sebastian’s body covered me as I lay back on the table, and his lips claimed mine like a starved man who hungered for passion longer than he should have. I broke the kiss, his tongue deep and forceful with mine, and gasped for the oxygen my lungs desperately needed to keep up with everything this was doing to me.
Sebastian’s tongue ran down the center of my chest while his hands effortlessly peeled off my bra, fully exposing my breasts. I massaged my hands through his hair while our eyes locked, and then his mouth went directly to my nipples, taking them while his tongue circled their hard surface and his hands massaged firmly along my sides.
“I want more,” I begged. “I need more.”
“Oh, we’re just getting started, baby,” he said, using the one name he insisted never be used when we first started our fake relationship, which was leading to somethingvery realbetween us.
I ignored all of that and stayed in this moment of heated desire.
My pussy throbbed and ached, feeling as though I would die if he didn’t get back to work on it and bring me into the ecstasy I’d felt moments ago in the pool.
It was almost as if he were charming my body, helping the pleasure build up in me again, and I writhed under his lips at the way his hands steadied and braced my body while his mouth continued to move down toward the one hot area that was soaking wet and dripping for more.
He moved and positioned my body so my ass rested just at the edge of the table and my legs opened to allow him access if he wanted it. His hands massaged my thighs firmly and gently, making my clit pulsate for his mouth to take it. As if knowing that’s exactly what I wanted, he tore away my thong, and his lips went to the inside of each of my thighs. I continued to massage my fingers firmly into his hair while I used my other hand to roll one of my nipples between my fingers.
“Fuck, I want more,” I pleaded in a whine of pleasure.
“I love watching you need more, gorgeous,” he said in a low growl.
His voice was so sexy under this passionate spell that was consuming both of us.
“I want to taste all of you, but I want to watch you struggle with needing it,” he said, his dominant side now present and turning me on even more.
“Shit, Sebastian, just fucking do it,” I tried to command him.
His lips and tongue went to my lower abdomen, his hands squeezing the outside of my hips as I felt an orgasm building again, even without him touching my pleasure points.
His firm grip went from the outside of my hips to massaging my inner thighs, his mouth teasing all around the one place I needed him.
“Beg me for it, sweetheart. I want to hear it and want to see it,” he said darkly, my eyes reopening to meet where he stared up at me.
Usually, I would’ve kicked an asshole to the side for playing sexually frustrating games with me, but I was feeling quite the opposite. I loved the way he was driving me into ecstasy.
Everything was building up in me again, and I fell wholly at the mercy of his every command.
“I want you inside of me,” I said, desperate to feel his massive dick thrusting into me to match the dominating way he was orchestrating this. “Please, fuck.”
My head fell back when his tongue ran along the entrance of my pussy, softly grazing my clit, then pressing into my opening, then back over my clit.
“Holy fucking hell,” I said, gripping the top of his head with both of my hands.
“You’re so goddamn wet,” he answered, licking from the base of my opening and moving his tongue in circles over my clit. “You taste so fucking delicious.”
“Jesus,” I said breathlessly, finding it hard to speak between panting and internal pleasure that was coiling up, ready to release at any moment.
There was nothing more I could say or do while this man was teasing me with everything I wanted to beg him for, but he wouldn’t give it to me. Now, I was getting fucking irritated.
“Damn it,” I growled, sitting up and breaking the moment—or so I thought.
His smile told me a completely different story, a smile of want, need, and greed. This man was about to send me over the fucking moon with passion, and I instinctively knew I needed to brace myself for more of what he was about to give me.
