Page 71 of One Love
“Please.”
He strokes me with his finger and flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue. “Then give it to me,” he orders in a husky voice that primes me a little further without him having to so much as flick a finger.
My muscles tighten, and then it detonates, the release wracking my body, sending me to paradise.
Sebastian has the smile of a Cheshire cat sprawled across his lips when I open my eyes, and I can’t help but laugh. “God, you’re so cocky.”
He fists his made-for-porn cock and nods. “About nine very hard inches of cock. All for you, princess.”
I lick my lips as I watch him stroke himself. There’s so much to take in while looking at Sebastian, but my eyes zero in on the pearly drop of precum pooling on the tip of his magnificent cock—a long, thick, and very hard cock pointing right at me as if it can’t wait to beat me into submission.
My lips tip at the corners as I spread my legs for him and palm my breasts while I croon, “Please, give me your cock, Brooks.”
A fire burns in his eyes. “Oh, don’t you worry, you’re going to get it.”
He climbs up the bed, and a new wave of anticipation coils low in my belly as the delicious man between my legs hooks them over his thick thighs. I’m no stranger to surfing man candy on Instagram, but I can’t say I’ve found anything sexier than Sebastian attached to any man crush Monday or man candy hashtag. The man has eight perfectly sculpted abs bracketed by an even more drool-worthy set of obliques. His body rivals that of Greek statues. It’s the body of a magnificent man who loves... me. Shit, that’s a heady thought.
Sebastian wastes no time gripping my hips and sliding his cock into me in one swift thrust.
We both moan in sync.
“Fuck, you feel so damn good, baby.”
If I could form a coherent sentence, I’d tell him how good he feels inside me, but I can’t, so I just moan again, only louder.
“Hold on, princess,” he warns. “I need you hard and fast.”
No objections from me. I love when he loses it with me. It reminds me of the first time we were together.
The slapping of skin fills the room, and it’s so damn hot.
“Harder, Brooks,” I pant. “Harder.”
Taking it like the challenge I knew he would, Sebastian growls, digging his fingers into my hips, and pounds into me deliciously.
Another orgasm builds, and I reach down, grabbing Sebastian’s wrists.
“Yes... yes....”
Sebastian’s cock grows harder inside me, letting me know he’s close too.
He growls again. “Come on my cock, princess. Come now.”
I do just that. I let go and enjoy my second release of my short morning.
My head thrashes from side to side as I hit the peak of pleasure. “Brooks!”
It’s a few minutes before I come back. I open my eyes to see a smirking Sebastian. “God, I love when you scream my name when you come.”
A chuckle passes my lips, and he slips his softened cock from me.
“Get your ass up,” he tells me as he heads toward the bathroom. “I have the entire day planned.”
* * *
Walkingdown the crowded New York City streets while holding Sebastian’s hand has my heart doing cartwheels. At the end of the day, this is all I ever wanted with him—to be together with no secrets, even if at times I didn’t realize it.
I used to think Sebastian was the most complicated man, but it turns out I was the complicated one. Instead of embracing my feelings for him, I fought as hard as I could to ignore them. But now, looking at our hands entwined, I can’t imagine being anywhere else—with anyone else.
