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Well, screw that. I’m not going to give in.
He fucks me with his tongue as he strokes me with his fingers, deliberately avoiding that little bundle of nerves. I lift my hips, trying to force contact, but he doesn’t give in. I’m soaked, but even though my stomach is in knots, I won’t come without that little extra push.
“I have a present for you,” he says against my inner thigh.
I run my hand through his hair. “Again?”
“I think you’ll want this one.” He sucks on my sensitive skin, then bites down. I gasp softly. “Took me a while to find it, but it finally arrived.”
“You have to stop buying me presents.”
He grins up at me. “Nah, no way. Want it now, or after you come on my face?”
“Sebastian.”
“Stay still for me,” he says as he slips off the bed.
I nearly whine again at the loss of his warmth. “I hate you.”
My heart pounds with the lie. I’m the furthest thing from hate, or dislike, or even indifference. I haven’t been indifferent to Sebastian since the moment we met outside the movie theater.
He settles back with a bag in hand. “Such a little liar.”
He sounds smug enough that I circle my clit with my finger. “Maybe I’ll just get myself off.”
He grabs my wrist, holding my hand in place. Even though he raises a single eyebrow—cool, collected—I sense the possessive heat simmering underneath.
He might be trying to push my buttons, but I know his too.
“You wouldn’t,” he says.
I curve my lips into a pout. “Watch me.”
“Tempting thought,” he says, “but not today. Open the bag.”
I already recognize it—it’s the velvet pouch that Lucinda came in. Like the boots and the jacket—and even the lunches—I pause, my heart rate kicking into high gear. I think he’d be a thoughtful person to anyone in his life, but it still took effort to remember what I like. Even though I keep telling him not to buy me gifts, I don’t actually want him to stop.
I pull out the toy. It’s even the same purple shade that I had before. My cunt clenches at the thought of that friction exactly where I need it. He presses the button for me, and it comes to life in my hand.
“Show me your favorite setting,” he says. He reaches down, stroking his cock. I stare unabashedly; he’s fully hard, thick and no doubt aching like I am. “Show me, so I know how to take care of you, angel.”
26
SEBASTIAN
The past weekhas been torture.
Perfect, beautiful torture.
And right now? Watching Mia use that pretty purple toy on her sopping wet pussy? That’s the biggest agony so far.
She clicks through the settings as she presses the curved end against her clit. Her voice comes out breathy as she talks. I purposefully stayed away from that spot, so she must be feeling extra-sensitive. “I can’t believe you found me another Lucinda.”
I only semi-successfully hold back my snort. I stroke my hand down her thigh. “She had a name?”
“Obviously,” she says. “I’m going to name this one… Cleopatra. Cleo for short.”
“Naturally.”
