grazes across the sensitive peaks. “Sebastian,” I groan in relief and bite back the pain. It is nothing. It melts my heart to know he is worried that he might hurt me when I’ve experienced things that have left me broken for days.
“Gabby.” My name is strangled in his throat. “You feel so fucking good. Jesus, you feel better than I dreamed.” He pushes himself up on his arm and looks down where we were connected, watching himself slide in and out. “Look at us, Gabby. Look how fucking hot you look taking my cock. You’re so wet, polishing my cock with how much you want me. Look at us.” Sebastian grips my chin and makes me look down.
His stomach flexes and tightens with every rock forward, and my eyes can’t look away from the slight pink tinge sticking to his skin from my virginity.
Sebastian picks up the pace, and his heavy sack starts to swing, slapping against my ass. “Is this what you want, Gabby?” He jerks my head back and licks the exposed flesh. “You want this cock?” he speaks the filth in my ear, whisper the feathered sounds on a soft grunt. He drives himself harder, yanking a loud cry from the depths of my chest. “Because I’ve been dreaming of this pussy, Gabby. It’s fucking haunted me ever since I met you. I can’t believe you’re finally mine. I’m never going to let you go. I’m going to stay buried inside you every day.” He tosses his head back, and the veins in his neck protrude as he shouts to the ceiling, chest stretched and sweaty, and his hair has fallen over his face to give him a troubled, mysterious appearance.
His words thrum in my ear, teasing the lining of the orgasm building in my body. I hold onto him as he takes me. He pounds my pussy ruthlessly, driving his hips up at the last second so my clit rubs against his pelvis.
If he fucks me any harder, the bed might break.
“What are you thinking about? You’re wetter, dripping on my cock.”
I suck the side of his neck, nibbling and biting, wanting to leave a trashy hickey because I want to mark him; I wanted others to see how he was busy with me, that he is mine just as I am his.
I lick the shell of his ear and whimper, “Thinking about you fucking me so hard this bed breaks. Turns me on.”
Sebastian’s arms leave the bed and hold on to the headboard. The extra support has another last few inches of his cock somehow fitting inside me. A mist of sweat drips along his body and I lick it up, then bite down on his nipple. I wasn’t sure if he would like that, but how he growls and rears back, slamming inside me with so much force that the bed creaks and throttles the wall.
“You want the bed broken? You want me to break this pussy?”
“Yes, Sebastian.” I hook my legs around his hips, and the brutal pace has an agonizing sound leaving me. He’s hitting a spot in my depths that has me buzzing, toes-curling, stomach flipping, and my mind turning to mush. He could have his way with me right now. Any position. Any tempo. And I’ll agree.
“Harder! Harder, Sebastian!” I cry out and bring my hand on his ass to urge him to go faster.
I just spanked him.
Oh my God.
I would be completely mortified if he didn’t speed up. The wood of the headboard creaks, and the rods of the frame shake. One falls out from under us which causes the bottom of the mattress to fall to the floor, but Sebastian holds on tight to the headboard. It’s the only way we aren’t sliding down the bed.
And gravity is a dear, dear friend right now. It causes me to sink deeper onto his cock, and he grips the frame harder to bury himself to the hilt.
I don’t think I can take anymore. It feels too good. My body finds a comfortable high, and my vision glazes over when my orgasm hits me out of nowhere. Every muscle inside me spasms, and the contractions grip his cock.
“Gabby! Fuck, you’re going to make me come,” he shouts as his face turns red from holding his orgasm at bay. “Fuck! Damn it!” he curses, somehow finding extra strength to rail me with.
The headboard finally snaps, and the metal rod holding our weight finally gives way sending the front half of the