Page 36 of Hold On

He throws it to the floor, where it bounces a few times before settling near the wall. “Give me your ass,” he growls as he sits back into the chair he’s grabbed again and throws me over his lap. He begins to slap at my cheeks, the added plug heightening the pleasure mixed with the sting of his spankings. He presses into the toy, and I squirm with a squeal. I grab at the chair leg, his own leg, trying to find something to ground me as the pleasure erupts into oblivion. “Fuck, Alina!! You’re my goddamnlittle slut. My little, fucking plaything,” he mutters through his teeth as he unleashes his smacks against my ass. The burn spreads. I’m digging my nails into his calf as he cries out, sharing the pain he’s dishing out to me. “You just love to play,” he says, slapping my pussy next. My limbs shoot out as a surprised squeak leaves my mouth. “You like that, Lina Girl?” he demands to know as I nod my head yes, struggling to form coherent words. My fingers find their way to my clit as he smacks my pussy lips again. I moan, massaging myself, my wetness warm and inviting as he smacks me endlessly over my exposed ass and cunt. He digs his fingers into the depths of my pussy as I open my mouth on a helpless, silent scream, my body stiffening in his lap. He smirks and laughs at the expression on my face. “Get on my fucking dick. Now, you gorgeous, fucking thing,” he barks as he lifts me up and helps me to climb into his lap.

Every limb I own is shaking.

I feel the same way about Bash as I did from the first day I met him. I fucking love this man and the boy I met all those years ago in detention.

My knees bend as I straddle his hips. He inserts himself into me and bucks his dick up into my cunt immediately and without warning. “Jesus, fuck!!” he roars as he pulls my face to his. “Kiss me,” he commands, and I forget the swollen lip I have as I kiss him deeply, opening my mouth for him and accepting his tongue. He showers me with his aggressive love, and I’m once again overwhelmed. He doesn’t stop and I’m glad for it. I wouldn’t be able to accept it if he’d made me ask for it. He gives it all without expecting me to reciprocate, though I do and love doing so. He loves me as I am and never wants anything but authenticity from me. That’s how we’ve always been with each other. We were the one safe place we each had. The home outside ourselves we’d always been searching for. The soul mate that willingly gave us love and a listening ear.

I cover him in me.

My love, my sweat, my tears, my cum.

He’s fucking mine and I’m melting into him, onto him, all over his lap.

I’m sobbing, so he holds me closer, whispering how much he loves me into my ear, how perfect I am for him, how he will never take me for granted. That I’m safe and won’t ever have anyone but him inside of my perfect pussy again.

I believe every single word. I ride the fuck out of him to show him I’m listening.

He holds me fiercely, bucking into me faster. I know he’s close. He’s breathing heavily and we’re both soaking wet, sliding all over the chair.

Sebastian:

Alina grabs my face with one of her hands and squeezes it, pulling it to her own. She doesn’t let go as she looks me deeply in the eyes and commands me to come for her. “Fill my fucking pussy with your fucking cum, Bash!” she yells at me. I pump myself into her cunt harder as she bounces before me, holding my cheeks in her hand as I finally nut inside her. I open my mouth, which is still slightly restricted in her fingers, and allow my orgasm to rip through my body in the form of a shout that shakes the walls of the shed. She smiles wickedly as she lets go and convulses over my cock for the last time, her body going limp over mine when we’re both finally done. I stay sitting inside of her, feeling her heartbeat for minutes afterwards and even when I pull myself from her cunt, she doesn’t move. We bask in our closeness, holding each other to our chests. Our hearts rage together and finally lull the other into submission as we come down from our combined sexual high. I kiss her nose and carry her to the bed, opening the closet next to it. I grab a robe for herand myself, then walk her to the outhouse behind the shed so she can pee.

I suddenly flash back to her peeing, crouched with her pants around her legs in my old backyard by that fucking wreck of a shed.

I fucking hate that memory.

I force it from my mind as best as I can while I carry her back inside.

Her eyes leak happy tears on my chest as she quickly dozes off. I play with her hair until I fall asleep seconds later.

We both forget about the plug in her ass.

Chapter Twenty-Two - Now

Sebastian:

“Yeah, it’s bad. There’s vomit in the front by the door. Blood on the couch. She mentioned something about the master bathroom being a mess too. I’m honestly not sure what to expect there,” I relay over the phone as I chat with the cleaning company. Alina is still asleep in bed, the little purple heart exposed and poking out from between her ass cheeks. She looks gorgeous as shit as she snores softly. Only multiple orgasms can put you out like that.

I’m fuckinggood.

She makes it so easy though.

I’m on the porch, watching her through the small set of bay windows I added to the shed when I was fixing it up. Alina loves bay windows. I sip my coffee as she stirs inside. The man on the phone quotes me a price for cleaning Alina’s house. I nod to myself before answering that it doesn’t matter what the price is, I just need it fucking spotless and smelling habitable again. Regardless of if Alina wants to live there anymore, we need to make it walkable for buyers.

I’m making all kinds of plans for our future.

It feels fuckinggreat.

I let the cleaning guy know I’ll be there later today to open the house for his team. I get off the phone and open the door, bringing the coffee inside I’ve brought over for Alina.She sleepily looks at me through hooded eyes before they shoot open, and she looks down towards her ass in a panic. “Oh,fuck!!” It’s the first thing to fly out of her mouth as I laugh. “You couldn’t have taken it out after I fell asleep?” she accuses me with a cute, mean look on her face. I laugh harder, setting the coffee mugs down.

“I forgot too, baby!” I’m trying to hold it together, but it’s hard when she looks so adorably mad at the same time. Glaring at me from the fucked up bedspread. Her purple hair is a mess around her face, which looks a little better this morning. I grin at her, so grateful she’s finally here in the shed with me.

As it should be.

“Well, get it out!!” she whines. I’m smirking like an asshole as she gets to her knees and backs it up for me, that damn purple heart mocking me from between her cheeks.

“Baby, that’s not helping at all,” I complain. “You’re making me hard as shit.” My dick immediately salutes her ass. Yeah, I’m a goner.

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