27. Scarlett #3
Panic courses through my veins, sorrow for the ecstasy I’ve lost, but then his arm comes around my waist and I choke out a cry of terror as he picks me up and brings me around.
He sits on the edge of his bed, his legs wide open and a single hand on my hip to keep me standing. Behind me, he unsnaps his belt and drags his zipper down. He frees a massive, purpling cock from behind silk boxer shorts, then he pinches my clit and catches me before I fall.
“You’re the sweetest fruit I ever tasted, Scarlett Castro.
” He scoops me up, his forearms beneath my thighs until all of my weight rests in his arms and my legs splay wide open.
Pulling me over his waiting length, he nibbles on the back of my neck and hums his pleasure.
“I see you take a pill every single morning. You need me to grab a condom?”
I swallow and attempt to lubricate my painfully dry throat, but my pussy throbs with desperate want.
My clit pounds to the beat of my heart. “I’m on the pill.
” I lay back against his powerful chest and rest my head on his shoulder.
Delirious, I drape my bound hands over his head and curl them back until my fingers stop in his hair. “I’m not saying no.”
“Thank you, Princess.” He lowers me over his cock and eases in for just an inch.
Maybe two. That’s as far as we get before the squeeze is too tight and my cry of pleasure turns into a cry of pain.
“Shhh…” He nibbles on the side of my neck and lowers me a little further.
“Cream for me, beautiful.” He inches his fingers across and rubs gentle circles against my clit. “You feel so fucking good.”
“It’s too much.” I whimper at the stretch and cling to the back of his neck. Pulling myself up. Away from his painful length. “Sebastion.”
“Impossible,” he croons, playing with my pussy and sliding his fingers around my folds, right where his cock works its way inside me.
“It’s never too much when it’s with the right person.
” He buries his lips against the side of my neck, biting hard enough to reroute my brain from one ache to another.
Then he lowers me another inch. “It’s gonna feel so fuckin’ good.
” He plants his feet against the floor and pushes up another inch.
“Fuckkkkk. I’ve wanted you for so long, Scarlett. ”
I use my strength and pull upwards, taking back the inches he stole, but then I lower and swallow them again, plus a little more.
“Fuck!” He throws his head back and roars, his powerful thighs trembling beneath me. “Dammit, Scarlett. You’re my heaven. This. Right now.”
“Lower me.” I work through my shuddering breath and feel past the pain until pure ecstasy sizzles in my veins. “Sebastion, you can—”
“Are you sure?” he moans. “I don’t wanna hurt you, baby.”
“I’m sure.” Deliriousness weaves through my psyche like a soft melody on the breeze. “I want all of you. Quickly.”
He chokes out an anguished laugh and drags his tongue from the base of my neck to the warm spot behind my ear. “Not too quickly. I don’t wanna tear you up.”
Breathless, I peel my leg free of his grip and set my foot on the floor.
I give myself a platform to stand upon, while I leave the other hooked over his forearm, opening myself wide for the man too large for anything less.
“Not gonna tear me up.” I drop my head back and roll it on his shoulder. “Fuckkkkk. Sebastion…”
“Wanna toss you down and eat you up some more.” He wraps his free arm across my torso like a seatbelt and teases my clit with his fingers.
“Wanna stretch you out and make it so I can have you freely. Any hole. Any time I want.” He angles forward and takes my lips with his, swallowing my panting breath and driving his hips higher now that pain makes way for pure bliss. “Sweetest cunt I’ll ever know.”
“I was so jealous watching you with her.”
He barks out a laugh and surges high, filling me the rest of the way until our thighs clap together and pained shock forces a gasp from deep in my lungs.
But then he starts moving, drawing his thick cock downwards until that feeling of euphoria returns.
“Jealousy is not a healthy reason to want someone, Princess.” He releases my second leg and forces me to stand on my own, which only makes everything tighter.
He insists on torturing us in favor of cupping my breast and pinching my nipple between his fingertips.
“But I would’ve killed those men at the gas station if you’d asked me to.
If you wanted them, if you said yes,” he growls dangerously in my ear.
“I’d have slit their throats and taken you in the truck.
I want to protect you, and then I wanna own you.
It’s not just jealousy…” He presses a hand to the small of my back and pushes me forward.
“It’s my claim. For the rest of my fuckin’ life. Now touch the floor.”
Stunned, I swing my gaze around and search his hungry eyes.
His lips quirk into an arrogant, wolfish smirk. “Hands down, Princess. Ass up. Claim your throne.”