Page 115 of Blood and Thorns
“Come here,” I demanded, and her eyes snapped tomine. I was obsessed with how she was unable to hide her emotions. With her flushed cheeks and parted lips. Lust battled with defiance in her gaze, a war in which I knew what side she would fall.
She took a tentative step forward, and I groaned as a reward, squeezing my cock harder. Arabella was all but panting, her entire body flushed with arousal. As soon as she was within arm’s reach, I grabbed her waist, pulling her to my side.
“You’re going to sit on my cock,” I whispered against her skin.
I turned her around until she faced away before lifting her onto my lap. She moaned as I settled her on me, her pussy clenching as I pulled her tightly against my chest. She sunk an inch, her groan vibrating through us both.
“Sebastian…”
“You can take it,” I murmured, knowing this angle put me deeper.
With one hand I pinched her nipple painfully, the other I wrapped in her hair so I could angle her head towards the mirror. I watched as her eyes widened at the sight, her cunt stretching obscenely to take my entire length.
“Look how pretty you look,my little rabbit.”
I thrusted up from below, the movement violent as I sunk the last few inches inside her. Her lips parted on a cry, but I didn’t give her time to adjust before I started moving harder, faster. Her breasts bounced, so I released her nipple, only to sink my fingers down her stomach to flick at her clit.
Arabella clenched around me, her orgasm tearing through her body. I was able to watch her cunt pulsate. Watch her release soak us both. But I wasn’t finished.
I wanted her a mess. To beg as I overstimulated her to the point of pain. To make her understand that she belonged only to me.
“Up,” I demanded, her legs barely holding her weight when she climbed off. “Hands on the mirror, and arse in the air.” I pressed her forward, placing her palms on the glass and bending her a little. I groaned at the sight, her pretty cunt pink and swollen, but it wasn’t her pussy I wanted.
She panted into the mirror, eyes wide as she watched me move behind her.
“Remember,belle.Your mouth is mine.” I slipped two fingers between her lips, pressing them against her tongue. “Your cunt is mine.” They dipped between her legs next, coating them in arousal. “And this little hole…” I dragged them up, a whimper escaping her throat when I slowly pressed one inside her back hole. “Is also mine.”
“Sebastian…” she groaned, her head dropping low between her shoulder blades as she slowly opened for me.
With my free hand I tangled my fingers in her hair, forcing her eyes up to mine as I worked the second finger inside. Another whimper broke free from her lips, her face flushed as I slowly stretched her last hole.
I thrusted my hips forward, coating myself in her arousal as I pulled my fingers out, only to replace them with my cock. “I told you I wanted everything.”
She let out a strangled sound, my cock spreading her further.
“Relax for me; it’ll only hurt for a minute.” I didn’t thrust inside in one go, knowing I had to take it slow the first time so I could feel her entire body shudder through the pain.
But I knew my Arabella liked the pain, so I laced it with pleasure, my fingers circling her clit as I gave her a moment to stretch to my size before I pulled out, only to thrust back inside. This time harder.
She let out a cry, but I felt arousal dripping frombetween her legs and saw the way her eyes darkened with pleasure in the reflection.
“Fuck,” I cursed, having to clench my jaw from the way she strangled my cock. Pulling her up until her back hit my chest, I dropped my lips to her ear. “Your arse almost feels as good as your cunt.”
Arabella swallowed, her eyes wide as she watched me fuck her from behind, one hand on her clit, the other I wrapped in her hair.
“Look how perfectly you fit me,” I said to her as I continued to thrust.
“It’s too much,” she cried, a tear dripping down her cheek as my movements turned animalistic. “Sebastian, please. I need…”
I pinched her clit, forcing another orgasm that strangled my cock so tightly I almost lost it myself. “Next time you tell me no, remember how you looked when you came, my cock deep inside your tight hole, stretching you open while you begged for more.”
I had to concentrate on the words, keeping them English rather than French. Arabella had the ability to make me forget myself, especially when she wiggled back, meeting my thrusts with her cute little whimpers.
“One more,belle. You can do it for me, can’t you?” I whispered in shallowed breaths. “Such a good girl.”
She moaned, her head held painfully by my fist, forcing her eyes on me as I played with her clit. “Please, Sebastian,” she begged.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”Thrust. “Addicting.”Thrust. “Mine.”
