Page 89 of The Very Naughty List

He slowly drags the vibrator out, and I hiss out a breath as my inner walls clench around the sudden emptiness.

“You looked so fucking gorgeous tonight, all flushed and needy. I loved seeing it,” he growls, then lifts the vibrator to his mouth and sucks my wetness off it. My jaw drops open as I watch him, my chest rising and falling fast.

“Shut up and fuck me,” I beg, past the point of teasing or dragging this out. I can’t wait any longer.

Something flashes in Sebastian’s eyes, primal and wild.

He rises to his feet and shoves down his pants enough to free his cock, then spins me around to face the large metal refrigerators. My hands slap against the smooth metal, bracing myself as he yanks my hips backward and plunges into me. My breath catches in my throat as he opens me up, and the studs of his piercings drag against my sensitive skin on their way in. My fingers curl against the fridge, my head drooping a little as sensations overwhelm me.

He pulls my hips back and slams into me again, rough and desperate.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “So good, shortcake. So. Fucking. Good.”

He seems just as turned on as I am, his breathing harsh and ragged as he thrusts so deep and so fast that my hands slide against the refrigerator as I try to steady myself. As crazy as the teasing with the vibrator drove me tonight, it must have done something to him too, and I wonder how long he’s been thinking about this very moment.

“That’s it, open up for me, shortcake. This pussy was made for me, and I’m gonna fucking take it,” he grunts, his fingers digging into my hips as he drops his head to nip at my neck.

“Oh god, I’m close,” I whimper.

“Come for me,” Sebastian demands, but I shake my head, trying to stave off the rising pleasure.

“You come too,” I breathe. “Come with me. I want to feel you fill me up.”

“Jesus fuck.”

I will myself to hold it together as he picks up the pace, making unintelligible noises pour from my lips. I’m trying so fucking hard to wait for him, to make this last longer, but it’s hopeless. His cock feels too incredible sliding in and out of me, his piercing studs rubbing against my walls and ratcheting up the pleasure until I can’t hold back the storm raging inside me.

“Sebastian,” I warn, my voice rising. “I’m… I’m… oh god!”

Just as I let myself go, flying over the edge, he groans with me and fills me with his release. His cock pulses over and over, his hips grinding against my ass as he groans my name, murmuring it under his breath like a prayer.

His fingers lace with mine where my hands are braced on the fridge, and we stay like that for a while as our breathing finally starts to slow. Then Sebastian peppers kisses to the back of myneck and finally pulls out, grabbing several paper towels to help me clean up.

I watch him work with careful focus as he wipes away his cum from my thighs and tosses the paper towels in the trash, and he helps me fix my own clothes before taking care of his. Fortunately, this part of the kitchen is completely hidden from the front part of the diner, so no one passing by could’ve seen anything through the windows.

“I’m starving,” I admit as I lean back against one of the fridges, thinking of my unfinished burger that’s still sitting on the table of the booth where Sebastian was camped out all night.

Sebastian laughs. “Yeah, me too, actually. I never ate that food you brought me. I was a little distracted.”

“Huh.” I chuckle, arching a brow at him. “So was I. Luckily for us, we’re still at a diner, because this place has alotof food.”

He nods, then opens one of the other fridges. “What are you in the mood for?”

“Something cold and refreshing, and maybe sweet.” I glance at him with slight embarrassment over my perpetual sweet tooth, but he grins, clearly finding it endearing.

“Something sweet, coming right up.”

Sebastian disappears into the fridge for a moment and then re-emerges with a pie pan containing several pieces of leftover apple pie, stuffed to the brim with cinnamon filling.

It’sperfection. Sex and pie—a combination definitely heaven-sent.

I slide down to sit on the floor, resting my back against the fridge, and he takes a seat next to me, handing me a fork as we both dig into the pie.

“That was incredible,” I murmur after swallowing a bite. “And now I can tick one more item off my list.”

“Told you my brothers and I would get through the whole thing,” he says, leaning closer to nuzzle his nose against thesensitive skin of my neck. It makes me squirm, a little spark of arousal lighting inside me. “We don’t back down from dares, remember?”

I laugh, and as he takes another bite of pie, my mind drifts back to my conversation with my best friend earlier.

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