Page 14 of His Secret Addiction

This is not why I came in here. I know this. I came here for…something, but, Christ, I can’t remember to save my life. With this girl pressed flush against me and her tits pushed up against my chest, I can’t grasp onto my thoughts long enough to make a logical decision. My cock is thick and heavy in my jeans, begging for release that only this girl can provide.

I want her.

Lizzy’s eyes briefly stray toward the door, but I grab her chin and force them back on me. “No one is coming in here,” I say raggedly, and she shivers against me, whether from the words or my touch, I can’t tell.

Her tits rise and fall, her breaths growing short when I slide my palm under her sweater and drag my fingers up her back, causing her to let out a shaky breath. “What are you doing, Sebastian?”

“Finishing what I started, kitten,” I rasp, finding the clasp of her bra once more and tugging it free. “I shouldn’t have let you leave that room without showing you what it means to be my girlfriend.”

“You mean a fake girlfriend… Oh!” She whimpers when I slide my hand to her front, cupping her perfect globes and rubbing my thumb over her puckered nipples. “Jesus, Sebastian…”

I slam my mouth down on hers, and she whimpers again, opening up for me this time without any coaxing. Her hands slide up my shoulders and she twines them behind my neck as she kisses me back with enough hunger to match my own.

Fuck, she wants this as much as I do.

With a barely muted growl, I push her against the lockers, sinking my tongue into her and pulling at her addictive flavors. The kiss is wet and dirty, downright obscene, but I am a gone man. One with a beast clawing in him to take this girl, possess every beautiful inch, and claim her as mine. I grab the back of her left knee and bring it up to my hip, rocking my hard dick between her jeans-covered thighs. She moans into the kiss, gripping my shoulder as I thrust my cock against her sex, but it brings me little relief.

“I need to taste you, kitten. Want you to ride my tongue and cream all over my chin,” I say into the kiss.

She gasps, her eyes soft and glassy. “H-here?”

“Here,” I say firmly, my hands dropping to unbutton her jeans and tug down the zipper. Her breath hitches when I yank down her pants along with her panties before sliding my hand between her legs. A rough growl slips out when my fingers graze her sex and find her folds slick with arousal. I slide my middle finger between her feminine lips, and she cries out, her back arching off the lockers.

“Oh, God,” she cries when I ride my finger to the center of her sex and graze her swelling clit. Fuck, she’s wet. I knew she would be, but, Christ, she’s dripping with arousal, her channel pulsing needily around my finger, and I question if she’s ever had anything inside her little pussy before. Taking her inexperience with kissing, I am doubtful she’s let anyone this close to her.

Does that mean I am the first man to touch her? The one she’s letting take all her firsts?

“You’re so gorgeous, kitten,” I tell her, trailing my mouth down her neck, and her head falls back to allow me more access. I lick the smooth column of her throat, inhaling her sweet scent as I tease her sex with my thumb, rubbing circles around her clit. She whines and writhes against me as I start to kiss a path down her body, pushing up her sweater with my free hand before dropping my lips between the swell of her sexy tits. Her pert little nipples beg for attention, and I am weak to resist as my mouth closes hungrily over a rosy bud. I lose myself in the taste of her. Her skin against my tongue is addictive, and so are the little broken noises she makes when I roll my tongue around the taught peaks.

My breath is ragged when I break away, my cock heavy and threatening to tear at the zipper of my jeans if I don’t take it out.

I need her!

Never before have I been consumed with desire so overwhelming for a girl. I’ve never lost my mind with the need for not just release, but for her pleasure as well. I am not a selfish lover in any sense of the word, but the need to please my partner has never been this strong. All-consuming to the point I can’t see or think beyond her.

I want to give her everything. I want to take everything!

Mine!

She gasps when I drop to my knees, tugging down her jeans the rest of the way. She bites at her lips, peering down at me as I help her step out them. I break my gaze from hers and drop it to her sex, sucking in a sharp breath when my eyes lock on her bare, wet folds, and fuck, she’s perfect. “You have no idea how goddamned amazing you are, kitten.” My voice is thick with need, and I imagine my gaze is as well when I look up. “I should have never let you walk out of that room without showing you just how much I want you. I didn’t want to stop. I shouldn’t have stopped. Let me make up for my mistake, kitten.”

A tremble racks her body when I trail my hands up her thighs, pushing them wider. “Sebastian…I need to tell you something,” she whispers nervously, her words morphing into a gasp when I grab her left knee and bring it to my shoulder, further exposing her sex. Need pushes me to taste her, my mouth already watering for her flavors, but I hold back.

“What is it?”

“I… God, why is this so hard to say?” she whispers, running a shaky hand through her hair. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“I know.”

“Wait, what do you mean? Oh!” her back slams hard against the lockers with a barely muted cry when I slide my finger between her legs and rub my thumb over her feminine lips, slowly parting them to reveal her aroused sex.

“I like that no other man has touched you,” I say thickly, rubbing circles over her clit and causing her to jolt hard against me. I lean in and kiss her inner thigh, breathing in the sweet, peachy scent of her sex. “No other man gets this privilege but me!”

Her lips part with a sob when I lick over the valley of her sex, gathering her sweet arousal on my tongue. A deep growl climbs up my throat as her flavors flood my mouth, causing my dick to leak endlessly in the tight confines of my jeans.

More. A voice roars for me to take more. I dig my fingers into her hips as I drag my tongue over her clit, bathing it in fast strokes.

“Sebastian!” she sobs, falling backward against the lockers once more. Her hips move restlessly as she eagerly rides my tongue. The little broken sounds she makes at the back of her throat work to spur me on. That, and the taste of her.

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