Maybe next time, I’ll convince him to film it for her.
Because therewillbe a next time. Probably before noon.
We’ve been at it since Sebastian woke me up at the ungodly hour of 6 a.m., grinding his morning wood into my ass. Not that I’m complaining. I got to fuck him again after he filled me with cum and shoved a plug in my hole. The guy has a serious cum fetish.
Again, not complaining. It’s nasty in the best way.
“Keep those beautiful eyes on me, baby.”
Through wet lashes, I peer up at him and massage the thick, throbbing vein on the underside of his shaft with my tongue.
He groans. “Goddamn, you’re so perfect.” His pace quickens. “I’m gonna fill this mouth and you’re gonna hold it for me.”
So. Fucking. Hot.
My dick bobs between my legs impatiently. It doesn’t matter that I came in his ass hard enough to black out thirty minutes ago. It’s like I’ve got four years' worth of orgasms demanding release all at once.
Sebastian’s hips jerk. My nails bite into his thighs as he unloads with a low moan.
“Show me,” he rasps and pulls out.
I drop my jaw, excess cum and saliva dripping down my chin as I stick out my tongue.
He drops to his knees, still fisting my hair as he tilts my head back and devours my mouth, his free hand wrapping around my straining cock. My eyes roll back. The ache in my balls becomes a burning climax, only a dribble of cum leaking out. Fuckingspent.
I slump into him.
Strong arms wrap around me. Then I’m cocooned in them, cradled in his naked lap. Fingertips skim my spine. Up… and down. Up… and down.
“Gotta clean you up, my love.”
My love…
There’s a weird flutter in my chest. I better not be hallucinating. I know I took my meds yesterday.
A kiss right below my ear. “You alive?”
“Mmm. Barely.”
Another kiss to the same spot. Then I’m flying. Sebastian carries me to the massive California king, taking up the majority of his bedroom, and deposits me in a mess of navy striped sheets. The second my head hits the pillow, my eyes close.
When they open, there’s a quilt draped over me and no plug in my ass. On the nightstand is a glass of water and some pain relievers, which I take because holy ballsacks, I’m soreeverywhere. (I’m gonna need to start working out to keep up.)
Bitching under my breath, I shuffle to thebathroom?—
First thing I notice: No tub in sight. Just a massive glass shower. Second: There’s a brand new toothbrush sitting on the counter between the double sinks. And deodorant… and moisturizer… and leave-in conditioner…
“I left some clothes for you on the dresser. I’ll grab your bag and meds on my way back from some errands. If there’s anything I missed, just let me know.”
I spin around to find my stepbrother leaning in the doorway, chocolate hair mussed and cheeks pink.
“You got all this for me?”
He moves into the space. “I told you. I want to take care of you.”
I don’t know what to do with that. Sure, Dad provided for me, in the sense that he gave me money to get whatever I wanted, but I haven’t had someone consider me this way since…
A warm hand cups my cheek. Sebastian’s concerned eyes come into focus.
