Page 62 of Rage

That’s what she liked to see. Her cotton shorts and panties joined her shirt on the floor. Without hesitation, Sebastian stepped forward to cup her breasts gently. Batya groaned when he rubbed his thumbs over her large nipples.

Of her four lovers, Sebastian was the one who enjoyed worshipping her body the most. Oh, he’d give it to her just the way she liked it once they got down to it. Before that, he touched her like he was trying to memorize every inch of her for a personal portrait.

He rolled her right nipple between his nimble fingers while stroking the left with his tongue.

“Ah, yes.”

Batya’s moan drove Sebastian to suck her hardened nipple into his mouth. She pressed against him eagerly as his suction increased. Determined to make her wait, he switched his focus to her right nipple.

“Goddamnit, Sebastian.”

He chuckled, sending enchanting vibrations through her supple flesh. Sebastian slowly rose to look at her.

“A good soldier needs to be patient.”

Batya huffed and wrapped her fingers around his erection.

“A great soldier knows when it’s time to take action.”

Sebastian grinned.

“Yes ma’am.”

Batya released his manhood, expecting him to push her on the bed. Instead, he dropped to his knees and buried his facebetween her thick thighs. With his expert tongue teasing her clitoris easily from its hood, it was easy to forget how much she wanted him deep inside her.

She placed her hands on his head and ground her pelvis on his face and Sebastian grabbed her ass to keep her steady. Batya bit her lip, giving herself over to his gentle suckling. As he kneaded her ass cheeks, Sebastian increased the pressure.

This time, Batya cried out. Her whines got louder the harder he sucked. Her thighs trembled with her building climax.

“God, yes,” she whimpered.

Sebastian held on to her until she came down from her high. When her breathing steadied, he faced her again. His lips were wet with her juices.

“See? Patience.”

“Mhmm. Action.”

Grinning, Batya pulled away from him so he could get on the bed with her. She pushed him down and he scrambled to get his head on her pillow. He knew it was best to get comfortable. Batya wouldn’t stop until she was sated.

Straddling him, Batya guided his thick erection into her slick core. She took him in slowly, her strong thighs lowering her ass inch by inch. Sebastian groaned as her muscles stretched around him.

“Not so fond of patience now, I’m guessing?” she teased.

“This is more like torture.”

In reply, Batya clenched her muscles around his throbbing prick. At the same time, she ran her nails down his chest. The scratches were light, barely leaving red streaks on his flesh. She’d never drawn blood during sex, but God knew she’d been tempted. It was a deep craving that she always fought hard to ignore.

She rolled her hips, gasping when his manhood brushed against the ridges of her G-spot. Sebastian bucked under her when she increased her pace.

“Batya,” he moaned.

Sebastian rocked his hips to drive into her core – desperately seeking his release while needing to please his lover. Batya braced her palms on his chest and rode his manhood hard. Letting out a deep sigh, he slapped her toned ass.

“Do that again.”

He obliged, spanking each cheek in turn. Batya groaned and increased her pace, slamming her body down on his. Sebastian grabbed her hips, ready to match her pace. He pounded into her, making her breasts bounce.

She met the rhythm of his thrusts easily.

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