Page 13 of Shark’s Rise

“Please, Sebastian. I want you to…” I stopped abruptly with his motion toward me. Still on his knees in front of me, he scooted closer until he was inches in front of me.

“Keep your finger inside that tight pussy,” Bas demanded while yanking my panties down around my ankles and then tapped the one so I would step out, freeing my leg. “Good girl. Spread wider for me.”

From my ankle, my ruthless lover scraped his fingernails up the inside of my leg and left a tingling trail of red scratch marks as he went. When his fist bumped mine, still buried in my wet heat, I made to move out of his way until he barked, “Stay there!”

He ran his index finger through the slickness and brought it to his lips while meeting my fascinated stare. He sucked on his finger, tasting my arousal on his skin. I studied his lush mouth with open envy. Lust and need hit me in fresh waves. I moaned in shameless abandon. Holy shit, I needed some relief. Right freaking now.

I started circling my thumb around my clit. Then even harder. The throbbing bud had become too much to ignore. My desire was too exigent to deny.

“Stop.”

“Wh-What?”

“You heard me,” he spat. “I said stop.”

“B-B-Bas!” I implored. “Come on! I’m desperate here. Please!”

“We’ll get there, baby.”

Bastard! He actually smirked when saying it. But the look, like everything else about this perfect reunion, was filled with sensual determination.

So was what he did next.

With his dark eyes fixed on my spread pussy, he slid his index finger up inside me. Yes, right alongside mine. Yes, as far as he could.

“Holy shit.”

I gasped and writhed. The added fullness was exquisite. And when I bent forward and looked this time, the erotic vision that waited was enough to make my legs weak.

“Oh, my God. Oh, my God, Bas! It’s…it’s…”

“What, Abbigail?” His voice was rich yet sharp, an aural version of expensive whiskey. “Tell me, girl.”

I rocked my head back, unable to look anymore. I wanted to focus on the cataclysm of sensations taking over my sex. “Feels…so good…”

“You’re so warm inside here. So tight and wet. Fuck, baby. My dick is so hard for you right now.”

A spasm took over my whole body. “Ooohhhh,” I moaned.

“Help me, baby,” Bas encouraged. “Help me finger-fuck you into the best orgasm you’ve ever had. Let’s make you come apart, Abbigail. Then I’m going to stuff you so full of my cock, you won’t be able to see straight.”

“Sebastian! Stop! It’s happening so fast. I’m…I’m going to come!”

“Yeah, you are, Red. All over our hands. Then you can taste yourself on my fingers.”

He rammed his hand in harder, pushing mine along with his. Fuck! It felt so good. I’d never be able to masturbate on my own after this experience. The orgasm was building in my belly, a tidal wave of erotic ecstasy. My pores were flooded with heat. My mind was drowning in delirium.

“I’m going to come. Bas, I’m going…I’m…I can’t…it’s too much…shit…Bas!” At my warning, he leaned in and sucked my clit between his lips, flicking his wicked tongue over the hard button. A beautiful black curtain descended over my senses. I stuttered for air as wave after wave of electrifying pulses surged through my limbs and across my chest. I swore I even felt my eyelashes tingle! My knees buckled, and I crumbled into Sebastian’s arms.

He whisked me off my feet in an effortless move and onto the opulent bed where I’d cried myself to sleep night after night since I’d gotten here. When I finally opened my eyes, he was positioned between my legs and supporting himself on his forearms on either side of my head.

“Hello, gorgeous.” He smiled, satisfied with a job well done.

“My God. That was amazing.” My eyes grew heavy with contentment. My body was limp and lax, now relieved of all its pent-up tension from my lonely, restless nights.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Abbigail.”

“Hmmm. Please do, Mr. Shark.” I quickly added, before he had the chance to make the claim, “I know, I know; you’re not asking. Neither am I.”