Page 17 of Bristol

“Sebastian?” Bristol calls out, a hint of fear in her voice.

“Yeah, it’s me,” I shout, trying to calm the panic that I can imagine is rising inside her chest right now. She steps into my bedroom doorway wearing nothing but my t-shirt, her brown hair tied up in a knot atop her head with a pencil sticking out of it.

I quirk a brow at her and her cheeks redden. “I didn’t buy any ponytail holders so I did the best I could with this pencil I found,” she says sheepishly.

I grin at her. “It’s sexy.”

The blush on her cheeks deepens at my compliment and my semi just turned into a full blown hard on. I walk toward her, and she moves aside as I enter the bedroom. The tv is still on, paused in the middle of an episode of Game of Thrones. She hops onto the bed and pulls the blankets over her legs simultaneously making me chuckle.

“I’m happy to see you’ve got some spunk.”

She looks at me puzzled but with a thousand-watt smile on her face. “Did I not have spunk earlier?” she asks.

The look on her face is a challenge and I’m ready to play this game. Let’s see just how much spunk she has. I toss my cut-off over the back of the chair in the corner and grab her by the throat as I crush my lips to hers. She surrenders to me without hesitation and the moan that erupts from her throat damn near makes me come before I’ve even really touched her.

I tighten my grip on her throat slightly and straddle her. She rests back onto one hand while the other grips my thigh, gliding upward until she’s rubbing my hard cock through my blue jeans. I’m going to split these jeans with how fucking hard I am. I release her throat and ease my lips from her. Her eyes snap up to mine and there’s a darkness lurking in them that makes me want her even more.

I stand up and reach behind her head, plucking the pencil from her hair. She looks up at me, holding my stare as I unbutton my blue jeans. I pull my shirt over my head and ease down over her, finding her lips hungry for mine. She wraps her legs around my waist as I stroke her sweet cunt. Her wild eyes find mine in a frenzy and the audible plea that follows is too much for me to resist.

“Please, Sebastian,” she cries.

I drive into her wet pussy, deep and hard as I can. Her eyes widen at the initial feel, but that look quickly is replaced by one of satisfaction. I grind my hips as I pull out slowly and ease back into her. Her eyes roll back every time I hit that spot so deep inside and the sexiest string of moans rolls off her tongue. Fucking her like this, I won’t last long.

I sit up onto my knees and pull both of her legs onto my shoulders. My hands grip her hips and I pound into her. Fast. Hard. Over and over again until I feel her tightening around me. I slide one hand between her legs, the pad of my thumb running a circle over her clit.

“Oh my God,” she cries, her legs falling open a little more, giving me better access to her clit.

Her pussy tightens so much I swear she’s going to cut off the fucking circulation to my dick, but it feels so mother fucking good. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. I’m chasing this high. This feeling of fucking euphoria.

“Choke… me…” she moans, and her wish is my command.

I wrap one hand around her throat and circle her clit faster with the other until I feel her pussy clench and pulse around me accompanied by the sexiest sounds I’ve ever fucking heard. She’s still coming around me and it’s everything I can do to hold out. I’m not going to make it. One stroke. Two. Three. That’s it. I pull out and stroke myself as I come, spurting into my hand and onto her smooth mound.

Bristol lies there panting, legs spread open, with my come on her pussy. That’s an image that’ll be burned into my brain.

“Water…” she says between breaths.

I chuckle and get up from the bed.

“I’m on it.”

I walk to the kitchen and rinse my hand off then grab a bottle of water from the fridge. When I return, Bristol is in the bathroom cleaning up. I take her in, looking at her body from the back as she stands at the sink on the far wall of the bathroom.

She’s pale white, like she hasn’t seen the sun in years. Freckles decorate her shoulders and there are a few scars in the center of her back I hadn’t noticed before. She’s skinny, like she hasn’t eaten much… ever. I now have this odd need to feed her. She tosses the towel over the side of the bathtub and walks out. I dangle the glass of water out in front of me and she grins, taking it and drinking it down.

I place a kiss directly in the center of her breasts then rest my head there. Bristol places both of her hands in my hair, idly running her fingers through it. We sit there for a few moments in a comfortable silence. Her stomach rumbles loudly, drawing a giggle from her that makes my head bounce.

“Hungry?” I ask, looking up at her.

She nods enthusiastically.

“What do you want to eat? There’s a little café down the road that’s open all night. They have the best red beans and rice in town, too.”

“That sounds good. Really good.”

“Get dressed and we’ll go feed you.”

She gives me a smile before turning around to get dressed. She’s in the same jeans she wore here and one of my t-shirts. Shit. The rest of her clothes are probably still at the clubhouse because I didn’t grab them. I’m such a dick. We’ll make a run by there after we eat. I’m still waiting to broach the subject of what she wants to do. I don’t know how to bring that up. She’s lived in hell for years, now she has no one and I don’t want her to feel like I’m trying to rush her or push her into a decision. This is a fucked-up spot to be in.

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