Page 35 of Addicted To His Favorite
“Ahhh! I… I can’t—oh god—Sebastian!” she screamed, arching against him, trying to pull away. Her body shook so violently, it was like she was being torn apart by sensation.
“Don’t move, baby,” he snarled, voice rough, merciless.
His cock drove into her harder, faster, each thrust slamming deep into that same sweet, sensitive spot. His fingers dug into her flesh, pinching and twisting as his thumb flicked her clit. Every motion, every strike against her g-spot, pushed her higher, impossibly higher, until the tension inside her snapped.
With a strangled cry, her body convulsed, hips lifting into him as her walls clenched violently. She felt a hot, wet release gush uncontrollably from her, drenching the sheets beneath them. Her legs shook and quivered, the squirting hitting in strong, pulsing jets as her muscles trembled around him, riding wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure.
Sebastian groaned deep in his throat, leaning close, his chest pressing to her back, teeth grazing her shoulder. “That’s it, baby… feel how much you love my cock inside you… squirt all over for me.”
Emily’s cries tore through the room, high-pitched and desperate, as he continued relentlessly, thick rod plunging in and out of her, fingers still pinching her nipples and flicking her clit. Her body shivered, pulsing, writhing, completely undone beneath him, juices mixing with sweat on the bed.
“God… you’re mine,” he growled, voice rough and possessive, each thrust driving her closer to another impossible peak. “Finally, fucking mine, Emily.”
Her body convulsed again, uncontrollable spasms rocking her, fluids spilling, her juices dripping down onto the sheets. She could barely catch her breath, every nerve singeing, every muscle trembling from the intensity of it all.
Finally, Sebastian let her collapse onto her front on the bed, wrists freed from the belt. Emily sagged against the sheets, muscles trembling, sweat glistening across her skin.
He leaned down, hands roaming over her back, her ass, cupping her hips, tilting her, pressing himself into her, and immediately had her arching again.
Fingers pinched her nipples, hands gripped her ass, and every motion, every word, made her squeal, cry, and shudder until her body was drenched in sweat and juices, orgasms wracking her again.
He switched positions again and again, each thrust driving her deeper into madness. She squirted across the sheets, hips trembling uncontrollably with every slam of his cock into her tight heat.
Hours passed in a blur of flesh, moans, and relentless passion. Emily’s body was spent, trembling, barely able to lift her head. Sebastian finally eased back, pressing a possessive kiss to her shoulder.
He scooped her up in his arms, her legs dangling, body slick and exhausted. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said quietly, carrying her to the shower.
But he didn’t set her down. Instead, he pinned her against the wall, one hand pressing her waist, the other cupping her chin, tilting her face to his. Water cascaded over them, warm and slick, dripping down their bodies, mixing with sweat and sex.
His rod slid into her again, hard and insistent, pressing her against the tiles. Emily gasped, gripping his shoulders, legs wrapped around him instinctively. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through her, hips jerking as she clung to him, slick heat from the shower mixing with the lingering burn from their previous hours together.
Sebastian’s hands roamed, one hand kneading her ass, the other sliding down to flick and rub her clit as he fucked her with brutal precision. “You love this, don’t you?” he growled, voice rough and dangerous.
She moaned, body trembling, fluids mixing with the water, her legs shaking as he drove her into another screaming, quivering orgasm. Every thrust, every grip, every word from him sent her higher, until she felt like she might collapse from the intensity.
Sebastian’s thrusts slowed only slightly as he felt her trembling body tightening around him, her legs shaking uncontrollably. With a low growl, he lifted her effortlessly, legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her out of the shower, water dripping from both of them.
He set her gently on the dressing counter, hands cupping her face to turn it toward his, lips trying to claim hers to kiss.
Emily’s eyes fluttered half-closed, exhausted, body shaking from the overstimulation. She pulled back from the kiss, barely able to form words. “Sebastian… no more… I’m so tired…”
Sebastian paused, dark eyes softening for the first time that night. He murmured against her lips, “Alright, baby.” With that, he lifted her again, carrying her carefully to the bed.
Sheets rustled as he ripped them off the bed before laying her down with gentleness, making sure she was completely comfortable. His hands traced slow, obsessive lines over her body—shoulders, arms, back, legs—every touch leaving a trail of warmth and security.
Emily’s eyelids drooped almost instantly, body relaxing into the comfort of the bed, the lingering pleasure still pulsing in her veins. She let out a soft sigh, curling slightly into his touch as he whispered into her hair, “Sleep now.”
He climbed in beside her, arms wrapping around her, pressing her close. Fingers brushed through her hair, tracing over her skin as she melted fully into the mattress, exhaustion finally overtaking her. The last thing she felt before slipping into deep, contented sleep was the steady heat and heartbeat of Sebastian pressed against her.
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Morning light crept through the curtains, and as she stirred awake, Sebastian was already pulling her close again. But this time, she shook her head, voice heavy with exhaustion. “I’m so tired.”
He shifted on top of her, his eyes searching hers. “I did everything. How are you tired?”
She shot him a glare through heavy, sleepy eyes. “You didn’t let me sleep a single moment all night. How can you even ask me that?”
A sly, almost too-innocent smile tugged at his lips—the same one she’d learned to distrust. Beneath that playful exterior, she realized, Sebastian was far too cunning, too dangerous for her to simply read. She buried her voice in a whisper, sensing his deeper intentions.
