Page 14 of Until You

“Mine,” he growled as he curled his fingers inside her, making her thighs shake. “Spread your ass for me.”

She moaned as she obeyed, reaching back and pulling her cheeks apart. Still thrusting his fingers slowly in and out of her pussy, he licked over her tight little asshole, pressing his tongue against the ring of muscle he loved to toy with.

“Oh my fucking God,” she moaned. “That feels so good. So dirty.”

“Mmm,” he moaned in agreement. “I love eating this pretty little ass. All mine.” He made a growling sound and licked and sucked at her, feeling her muscles start to loosen up. Getting her ready like this was one of the most beautiful, erotic things. As though he were watching her bloom like a flower so he could own every single part of her.

He withdrew and spit onto her asshole, watching it disappear inside her and then swirling his tongue over and around her tight entrance. She clenched hard around his fingers, and he knew she was close to coming again. He slipped his wet fingers free of her pussy and circled them over her clit for a moment before trailing them up to her ass.

“My dirty girl. My everything,” he murmured as he slipped first one and then two fingers into her ass. He gave her clit a little smack with his free hand and she came, hard, her entire body shaking.

“Bastian!” she screamed. “Oh God, fucking hell, Bastian!”

“So pretty when you come like that,” he said, carefully withdrawing his fingers and giving her tight hole another kiss. She collapsed down to the bed and he chuckled, leaving her there as he retrieved a towel from the bathroom to wipe his hands on. Then he laid down on the bed and started stroking his cock. “Come ride me, baby.”

“Yes,” she whimpered, pushing up onto all fours and crawling the few feet to him. Holy hell, watching her crawl to him was something he needed more of in his life. She swung her leg over his hip and rubbed her soaking wet pussy over his cock, making both of them moan and gasp. She rose up onto her knees and he fisted his cock, guiding it home as she sank down onto him. Her warm, wet, heat engulfed him, making spots dance at the edges of his vision. It didn’t matter how many times they did this; he never got used to the perfection of pushing inside her. Never.

“Kayla, God,” he groaned and then tugged her down so that he could kiss her, feel her breasts against his chest, wrap his arms around her and hold her close. She rocked her hips, riding him slowly at first, but then faster and faster as the pleasure spiraled through both of them. The only sounds in the room were their breathy sighs and moans and the wet slide of his cock in and out of her pussy. He spread his legs and dug his heels into the mattress, giving himself the leverage he needed to thrust his hips up every single time she thrust down, bodies slapping together with increasing intensity. The headboard rattled against the wall, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was being inside Kayla.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he growled, weaving his fingers into her hair. “I love you so fucking much, Kayla.”

“Bastian,” she panted, pressing her forehead to his, riding him ruthlessly. “I love you so much it hurts.”

He pushed up into her, holding himself deep inside. “You know that I would die for you, right? I would do anything to keep you safe. Take a fucking bullet for you.” He withdrew and then thrust up again, even harder than before. “You know why?”

She inhaled a shaky breath and then moaned, her eyes wild, her lips parted.

“Because my world doesn’t exist without you in it, Kayla. You’re where it starts and ends. You’re what makes it all make sense. You.”

“Oh my God, Bastian,” she whispered, and began riding him frantically, hips undulating, ragged breaths sawing in and out of her mouth. The headboard cracked against the wall as she rode him hard and fast, grinding her clit against his pelvis. She kissed him as she rode him, and he tangled his hands in her hair, holding her in place. Pleasure seared down his spine, tightening his balls, and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

She started to come again, her body shaking, and he hooked his arms around her, holding her upright as she went boneless. He thrust up into her, chasing his own release, stars exploding in his vision as he came inside her, his cock jerking and pulsing almost violently.

A thick silence fell over the room, and he realized just how loud they’d gotten. He wondered if anyone else had heard. He didn’t really care. He wasn’t embarrassed—just curious.

Kayla blew out a breath and then slowly lifted herself off of him, but then started kissing her way down his body. Oh holy shit, she wasn’t going to…

She sucked just the crown of his still-hard cock into her mouth, and it was both amazing and too much. He made a pained sound that ended in a laugh when she popped him out of her mouth.

She stroked him, laughing softly. “Too sensitive?”

He pushed a hand through his sweaty hair. “Yeah. Do it again.”

Holding his gaze, she took him back into her mouth, sucking at him lazily. He closed his eyes, the sensation both incredible and verging on too much. Dancing on that razor thin edge between pleasure and pain. She scraped her teeth over his sensitive head and he laughed and gently urged her off.

“You know what that feels like?”

“What?” she asked, giving him a playful stroke and making his muscles tense up and shake as that ribbon of pleasure-pain sliced through him.

“Getting electrocuted, where you can’t let go and it’s all just surging through your body and you’re totally powerless. And—Aaaahhhhh, fuck!”

He made a strangled sound as she swirled her tongue around his head and then tugged on his balls.

Laughing, he tumbled her down to the bed and kissed her, pulling her into his arms.

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Once she’d cleaned herself up, Kayla slipped into a pair of shorts and Sebastian’s discarded T-shirt. She was thirsty, and truth be told, a little hungry, not only because of the amazing sex they’d just had, but because she hadn’t had the chance to eat much at the rehearsal dinner before they’d had to flee. When they’d first returned to Max and Willa’s, she hadn’t been hungry, her stomach too twisted up in knots to even think about food, but now her stomach was complaining, loudly.

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