Page 137 of Bastian

A moment later she does, and then her eyes come back to mine when she spots what’s inside.

“A car? You got me a car?” She holds up the keys to her new White Roll-Royce Phantom.

Shrugging, “Banning mentioned something about a push present.”

She throws her head back and laughs and that right there has always and will always be my favorite sight. “I haven’t given birth, Sebastian.”

Reaching forward, I move a strand of golden hair that stuck to her lips, and instantly I become hard as fuck, when her breath hitches and her eyes grow intense. “I like spoiling you. Sue me.”

Her eyes go soft, and as much as I love forever Arianna, I am addicted to her sweet side, too. It only comes out when she’s with our daughter or when it is just the two of us, and like the possessive fuck that I am, I prefer it that way. “You’ve given me so much already.” I sit, watching as she moves from her spot on the sofa and straddles me. My hands instantly go to her naked thighs. She is wearing one of those long shirts she loves so much, and that shouldn’t get me this hard, but she makes even a simple, large shirt look sexy as hell. Leaning forward, I place a soft kiss on her lips before pulling back and staring into those green eyes I love so much. “Not nearly enough.”

A moment of silence passes between us before she speaks again. “Are we safe here?” The anxiety in her tone makes me sick and pissed. It makes me want to go back in time, and kill the fucker more creatively and painfully for causing this fear in her.

“I’ll kill anyone who blinks at you wrong. Does that make you feel safer? “The fear fades and is quickly replaced by curiosity. “Would you kill more for me, Sebastian? I thought you hated blood.”

I do hate blood.

It reminds me of shit I wish I could forget.

Grabbing the back of her neck, I bring her mouth closer to mine. “With a passion, but I love you more.”

“You are so obsessed, Sebastian. It is kind of sad.” She mocks playfully and pats my wolf tattoo. A tattoo I got the same night I broke her heart. If that doesn’t say obsessed, the one inked on my ring finger does.

Then, in a swift move, she leaves my lap, sits seat next to me, and spreads her thighs.

That’s when I see she is not wearing panties.

Fuck.

I feel my mouth go dry as she spreads her thighs even wider. “You are still recuperating, so be gentle.” She whispers.

I’ll be gentle, yes, but because of the baby, not because I was shot months ago. If it were only that and there was no baby in her, I would impale her with how long it has been since I stuck my cock inside of her tight and hot walls. “I can be gentle,” I promise.

Rising to my full height, I unbutton my slacks and lower the zipper while she watches with heat in her eyes. I am obsessed, yes but so is she.

Lowering myself on the sofa on top of her, her legs automatically encircle my hips, and she lifts them so that she is pressed against my very hard erection. “Are you horny for my cock, darling?” I tease.

Then, like the vicious little brat that she is, she clamps her mouth down on my carotid, causing me to curse and jerk. I take it back. Vicious Arianna will forever be my favorite side of her although her sweet side that doesn’t happen a lot makes me hard as fuck too. “Shut up and fuck me, Sebastian,” she hisses.

Well if she’s that hard up for cock…

Rearing up, I spread her thighs wider and notch my cock at her very hot and wet entrance, and without warning, I slam into her with one quick thrust of my hip.

Fuckkkkkkk.

Inside her tight pussy will always be my favorite place to be.

Because just like every time, she feels tight and goddamn heavenly.

The heat and tightness of her pussy around my cock cause my eyes to roll back in my head.

My head falls backward, and I groan, long and loud.

Almost as if she was responding to my moan, she follows with one of her own.

“Go deeper,” she breathes out. “Please, Sebastian.”

“You’re so tight. So perfect and mine, darling.” I pull my hips back until the head of my cock is the only thing left inside of her, then thrust forward, filling her so deep, hard, and fast that her body jolts with the force of my thrust. Her unbound breasts underneath her oversized shirt jerk and jiggle with each thrust, making my eyes take in the sight before me. God, she’s a vision.

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