Page 51 of Addicted To His Favorite
“Can you feel it, baby? Can you feel how badly you need me?” His teeth grazed her nipple, tugging lightly as his fingers pressed harder between her legs.
Her head fell back, lips parted, eyes half-lidded. He smirked against her skin, tasting her shivers.
His fingers slid more boldly between her thighs, brushing against her wetness through the thin fabric of her underwear. He pressed, rubbed, teasing, making her body arch and quiver with every movement. His lips never left her chest—licking, sucking, nipping, leaving her nipples red and sensitive, while his fingers tortured her slit mercilessly.
“Ahhh… Sebastian… oh god!” Emily gasped, hips jerking involuntarily. Her hands clutched at his jacket, pulling uselessly—he held her in place like a predator claiming his prey.
Her breath hitched, cheeks burning as he pressed closer, dragging one hand down to pinch her ass through the silk of her dress. The other hand’s relentless teasing at her wetness made her whimper, hips pressing backward into him.
“Don’t fight it,” he whispered darkly, teeth grazing her ear.
Emily tried to pull away, to create some space, but Sebastian’s hands were iron. He pressed one knee between hers, spreading her wider, fingers plunging deep into her wetness, curling just so, brushing that spot that made her squeal.
“Fuck, baby… you feel so good. Your little cunt grips my fingers like it’s made for me. Look at you—trembling, shaking… I could do this all night,” he hissed.
Her back arched violently, toes curling as he continued his relentless assault—lips on her nipples, tongue flicking, teeth nipping, fingers plunging deeper, rubbing, curling, pushing her toward a breaking point she didn’t think she could survive.
“I… I think… I’m gonna—” she gasped, body trembling uncontrollably, voice shaking. “I’m gonna…”
“Shh, baby,” he cut her off, voice rough and dangerous, pressing his hand firmly against her hip to keep her still.
Her knees shook, thighs quivering, body writhing. He increased his pace, thrusting his fingers in harder, curling them to hit her most sensitive spot, while his mouth never left her chest. Her moans, whimpers, and gasps filled the mirrored maze.
“Fuck, baby… you are spilling all over for me…” he growled.
Emily cried out, body tensing as warmth exploded between her legs, her juices soaking the thin fabric. Every nerve in her body ignited as he continued to grind and flick, over and over, until she trembled violently, barely able to stand.
Her legs shook violently as he didn’t give her a moment to recover. Fingers sliding, curling, flicking, pressing against her clit through her wetness, Sebastian drove her body into another shuddering peak.
She tried to pull away, to escape the overstimulation, but his hands were iron, holding her firmly, keeping her exposed and vulnerable.
“Your pussy loves my fingers, baby,” he whispered, voice low and predatory. He pinched her nipples in rhythm with his relentless fingering, each touch sending fresh jolts of pleasure through her.
Emily’s back arched, toes curling, hands clutching at the mirrors for support. She cried out, a mixture of need and helplesssurrender. The sensation built again, higher, hotter, impossibly overwhelming. Another gush of her slick escaped, drenching the fabric of her gown as Sebastian whispered filthy praise.
He didn’t relent—he increased the intensity, one hand on her hip, the other working her clit mercilessly, mouth trailing down her jawline, neck, and chest, lips and teeth marking her skin in a dark, possessive pattern.
She screamed, body trembling, every nerve alight, her fluids mixing with sweat, her gown soaked, clinging to her like a second skin. Yet Sebastian held her tight, a predator in control, never letting her go, never letting her escape the exquisite torment he administered.
“I absolutely fucking love making you cum for me, Emily,” he growled, voice rough as he pressed her into yet another peak.
Emily’s body shook violently under the relentless assault, every nerve ending screaming, her clit throbbing under Sebastian’s merciless fingers. She gasped, choking back cries as waves of pleasure tore through her body, but the overstimulation finally hit a wall she couldn’t endure.
“I… I can’t—” she stammered, desperation in her voice, pushing at his shoulders. Her hands fumbled against his chest, shoving him back.
Sebastian’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t let go.
Her trembling became a surge of panic, and she shoved him hard, breaking free. She bolted, the mirrors reflecting her frantic movements a hundred times over. Her heart pounded as she tried to navigate the maze, breath ragged, legs trembling from pleasure.
Sebastian’s voice echoed behind her, rough and commanding, vibrating with a dark thrill. “Where do you think you’re going, baby? You think you can run from my fingers, my cock, my hands?”
Emily’s heartbeat surged, turning the maze into a blur of reflections. She twisted corners, sprinted through narrow paths of glass, hoping to lose him, but the sound of his boots kept her on edge.
And then, suddenly, a hand grabbed her arm, yanking her back, and the next second she was pinned against the cold, hard glass. Sebastian’s hands gripped her shoulders with ruthless strength, holding her immobile, his dark eyes burning.
“You can’t escape me, baby,” he hissed, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.
He shoved her onto the floor. Her gown clung to her, damp with sweat, sticking to her flushed skin. He loomed over her, his presence consuming.
