Page 17 of Sebastian's Baby

“Did you just sniff me, Sebastian Fox?” she laughs at me.

“I did,” I grin at her because I have zero shame about doing it. I want her to know how fucking hot she is, so I inform her, “And you smell wet, and like sex, and as though you’re going to be tasty as fuck.”

Lita just stares at me for a few moments while looking slightly overwhelmed, and I love that I can do this to her. She’s a sexual delight, and I’m very much enjoying our time together.

Finally, she tells me, “Well, there’s only one way for you to find out.”

That is all I needed to hear before I yank her underwear off her and throw it aside. I place a hand on either of her thighs and spread her legs wide, staring at her glorious wetness. She’s got a small landing strip but is bare everywhere else.

Her inner folds are slick with arousal, and her hooded clit looks ready for me to lick and suck it until she’s screaming my name. I stare at her for a long time because I want to commit this pussy to memory.

After a while, she squirms, and I know that women can get uncomfortable with men looking at them. I don’t know what assholes have convinced them that this isn’t the best sight in the world, but a lot of them are definitely self-conscious about it.

I meet her gaze and smile at her. “God, you’re beautiful, princess.”

I bury my face in between her legs, and she tastes as good as she smells. I thrust my fingers in and out of her while I lick and suck her clit, ecstatic when she comes while moaning my name. Her body shudders, and it’s wonderful to watch.

I stand and start stripping my clothes off, dropping them on the rest of the clothes near the bed. As I drop my jeans and briefs to the floor, Lita bursts into laughter, which shocks me.

“Well, that’s not the reaction I’m used to getting. What’s so funny, princess?” I laugh as I raise an eyebrow at her.

Her laughter dies, and she says, “I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean to laugh. I’d heard that you had a Cruise Control tattoo, but I didn’t think it wastrue.”

Her face turns bright red as she looks at the spot on my hip where I had our symbol tattooed.

“I have no regrets about getting my tattoo,” I shrug before joining her on the bed.

"Well, now I don't feel as bad about mine." Lita laughs and pulls her hair aside to reveal the nape of her neck, where I see the Cruise Control symbol has been tattooed.

My cock immediately jerks at the sight of it. I feel like she’s been branded as mine, even though I know reasonably that it’s the band’s symbol. I lie on the bed next to her and can’t resist leaning forward to kiss the skin on her neck where she’s been marked with that symbol.

I grin at her. "I probably shouldn't find that as sexy as I do."

She turns pink again, which amuses me, and I go back to kissing her. As we make out, she reaches between us and wraps her fingers around my cock. I luxuriate in the feeling of her stroking me, and it heightens my pleasure while we kiss.

She breaks our kiss and moves down to my crotch to give me head. I’m unsurprised when she stops after less than a minute.

I knew from very early on in life that my cock was larger than average. I wasn’t aware how this would translate to a serious lack of blow jobs until at least three girls in my teens had failed to last very long at all doing it. I’ve come to accept that getting head isn’t something I’ll get to enjoy in life.

I laugh as she stretches her jaw, assuring her, “You’re not the first woman to have that problem, princess, and you won’t be the last.”

Despite the fact that she didn’t do it for long, I certainly enjoyed having her mouth on my cock, and I think about her lips wrapped around me as I kiss her again. My cock twitches, and I reach between us to rub her clit while we kiss, and I’m pleased when Lita’s body shudders, and she has a second orgasm.

I break our kiss so that I can bring my fingers to my mouth and taste her juices. Her eyes widen as she watches me do it, and I fucking love her reaction.

I want her to know exactly what I think of her pussy, so I tell her with a smirk, “You shouldn’t look so surprised, princess. I like the way you taste.”

I lean over and get a condom out of my bedside table, which I open and roll onto my cock. I lay back on the pillows with my stiff erection lying against my stomach.

“The ride is ready and waiting. If it’s one you personally want to take, of course.”

Lita laughs, but I want her to do this, to make this choice. There is no doubt that she is a truly willing participant if she rides me, and I don’t know why, but I need her to prove that she’s willing. Maybe it’s just her question from the limo playing in my mind, or maybe it’s because she seemed to want to fight her attraction to me all evening. Either way, I need her to be the one to do this.

She positions herself over me, then slowly lowers herself onto my cock. It takes her a surprisingly long time to get me in, and I wonder if she’s been with anyone else since her breakup because she’s tight and seems to be struggling to get me in. When she does, she sits still, my cock nestled in her folds. She closes her eyes with a satisfied smile on her face before she looks at me.

“Lita from three hours ago was an idiot. Lita from right now understands this is, without a doubt, the best ride of her life.”

She starts riding me, and it’s not long before I’m moaning in ecstasy. This feels amazing; she’s wet and tight and squeezes my cock with her pelvic muscles as we fuck. The noises she makes send me further into ecstasy, and when I come, she squeezes me hard again, which is wonderfully painful for my sensitive cock.

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