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And indeed, my palms were sweaty.
The feisty redhead with the caustic mouth and a heart of gold had retreated to the lion’s den. Now she belonged to me. Not just for tonight or for the next couple of weeks, but forever.
CHAPTER 25
Jessie
There was nothing like kissing this man, this powerful, pain in the ass god of the male species. I’d wanted to tell him off first before I surrendered to my desire, the need for him out of control as I sat waiting for him to return home. Or correction, the hour I’d remained on my butt praying he would return and hadn’t caught a flight home.
Seeing his truck then his face had ceremoniously ripped every last bit of resolve from my system. I loved the man. I adored him. I wanted to hate him. I needed him. I hated that I did. But I had no choice in the matter because I sensed our little game of push and pull was over. And thank God it was.
As he swept his tongue inside, I marveled at the taste of him, the rush of heat more intense than when we’d made love in the hot shower. I was lightheaded, wrapping both my legs around his as he carried me up the three stairs to the porch, refusing to let me go as he tried unsuccessfully a couple of times to shove the key into the lock.
When he finally managed to do so, throwing open the door, he stumbled inside, kicking it shut then immediately lumbering toward the couch. By the time he planted me on my feet, we were both breathless. It was as if we had no time to waste, both of us laughing and panting as we ripped our clothes off. I’d never felt such intense need in my life, as if I couldn’t breathe until our naked heated bodies were pressed tightly together.
“God, I want you,” he muttered as he yanked off his boots, tossing them halfway across the room.
“Then take me. Hurry up.” I pulled at his belt buckle, still struggling to breathe. He laughed softly and slipped his arms under mine, unfastening my jeans.
“I think you better get those off, Big Red, or I’m going to rip them off that hot body of yours.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“You’re tempting me?” There was no stopping the man when he wanted something. Within seconds he’d wrangled my jeans and thong past my hips, pushing them to the floor. I shoved my hand against his chest, driving him away by a couple of feet. When he almost tripped and fell over the coffee table, I couldn’t help but laugh.
He wagged his finger, the remaining light from the late afternoon sun showing off his rather evil grin. I did so love that about the man.
When we were finally clothes free, he advanced like the predator he was, yanking me by the arm onto my toes. As he cupped both sides of my face, I pressed my palms against his carved chest, issuing a scattering of moans from the way the touch seared my fingertips. The man was even more blazing hot than he’d been before.
I wanted to drown myself in him, to bask in his beauty but I sensed he had no patience to allow me to take extra time. As he ravaged my mouth all over again, he ground his throbbing cock into my stomach. Was it wrong of me to want to tangle myself in the man for days?
The kiss lasted for only a few seconds, both of us impatient to sate our extreme hunger. When he finally pulled away, we were both gasping for air. He pitched me against the couch and the second I was able to scramble onto my knees, he tossed me over the back, bringing his hand down onto my bottom with several sharp cracks. I shouldn’t be stunned any longer that the pain didn’t have the effect he might have intended. I wasn’t chastised or embarrassed any longer. My pussy merely ached, the throbbing intensifying with every brutal smack.
The moans rushing past my lips escalated and I threw back my head, half laughing. It was crazy to think I was enjoying this, but I was. Or maybe it was all about letting go once and for all. As he gave me a few more, I found myself swooning. Even staring out the massive floor-to-ceiling windows was entirely different than before, as if the colors were brighter from the last vestiges of the sun’s rays.
There was nothing sweeter than being with him.
Even if he was spanking me as if I was a bad little girl.
“I need to keep you in line,” he murmured, caressing one side of my bottom then the other before cracking his hand down twice more.
Sebastian’s breathing was more ragged than before and the moment he slipped his hand between my legs, I issued a sharp cry.
“So wet. So hot.” The deep rumble of his voice always had the same effect on me, goosebumps popping along both arms, stars floating in front of my eyes. As he thrust his fingers inside, I was pulled into a moment of raw ecstasy.
“I’m going to fuck this wet pussy.” It was as if he was warning me he planned on being brutal. When his thumb found my over-sensitized clit, I was pushed into another surreal plateau altogether, my mind spinning from the extreme pleasure. He rolled it around in circle after circle, finally pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. With that alone, he drove me to a powerful orgasm.
“Oh. Oh… Yes.”
My body couldn’t seem to stop shaking, the rush of pheromones and adrenaline unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. He flexed his fingers open, pumping savagely, the orgasm keeping me on a high plateau. I clung to the back of the sofa, digging my fingers into the soft leather, amazed the sensations were so powerful.
I could tell the man was as hungry as I was, his hot breath skipping across the back of my neck scalding me. Seconds later I sensed his patience was gone. He drove the entire length of his cock inside, pounding me like a ferocious animal. I bucked hard against him, the rush of electricity keeping me on a beautiful edge. As my pussy muscles clamped and released, he issued several guttural growls, adding to the feeling of being taken by a wild animal.
And I loved every second of it.
The passion intensified, my heart racing.
“My good girl. Yes, you can be.” His voice was barely recognizable and I could tell he was close to coming.
