Page 59 of Falling for Them
“You’re perfect,” Sebastian says, scooting close again.He’s still jacking himself off, lazily, as if he doesn’t care whether or not he comes again.
Maybe they really do feel like we have all night.
Mr.Tyler moves within me slowly, carefully.Sebastian kisses my knee, my inner thigh.His hazel eyes gleam in the dim light coming from the city below this penthouse and he watches as I begin to fall apart.My muscles shake again, and every sensation in my pussy is heightening, lifting me out and beyond.I don’t think I can handle another spark of pleasure.
And then Sebastian grips my knees, pushing me wider.He leans forward and I feel the hot, wet tip of his tongue against my clit.
“Yes!”I cry.“Fuck, yes.”I’m nearly there again, so fucking close.
“Language.”Mr.Tyler’s voice is a growl.He twists my nipple roughly, and it hurts, but the pain quickly transforms into something not only tolerable, but beautiful.
Pain is beautiful.I had no idea until now, what this all meant, but now I’m beginning to understand.Pain can transform.Transcend.
Andthatis when I come for the second time, screaming for these men, for thesedaddies, who have fucked me so thoroughly and beautifully, they’re ruining me for anyone else.
It’s too good.
It will never be this good again.
And that’s why I have to get the hell out of this place.
Sebastian
Kingston comes with a loud grunt, slamming into Ella and going still.He bends his head forward to rest against her shoulder, then kisses her neck.
“You were great, little one,” he says.
“Mmm,” she says, her voice soft and sleepy.
Reclining against King’s chest, with her legs spread and King’s cock still embedded inside of her, Ella is an absolute vision.I want this to be a painting, hung only in a bedroom that the three of us share, a reminder of how good we have it, how fantastic we are together.
Her taste is still on my lips.I run my tongue over them, collecting as much as possible.I’ve never eaten out a woman who tastes like a combination of feminine sweetness and strawberries, but somehow, Ella does.
King pulls her to the side, the two of them reclining.He moves back on the bed, to the far side of it.“Scoot to the middle,” he tells her, “and Bash can sleep on your other side.”
I see the moment everything reverts back to the way it was for her.I see the moment her insecurities come crashing down around her.I see the hollow look of disappointment in her eyes, the panic, the death of hope.
She sighs and sits up, closing off her expression as best she can.“Sorry, I can’t.I have to go.”
“No, you don’t.”Kingston moves to grab her, but she hops off the bed and away, out of his reach.
I could reach for her, restrain her, but I’m too surprised.I’d thought all three of us were going to stay together tonight, do more.Experience more.Find out just how far we could take things.
But now she just looked…wrecked.And not in a good way.
“I really do have to go.”She bites her lip, then looks between the two of us.“I have work, and…this was really nice.Thank you.”
Kingston’s lips press together and he glowers.
“It wasnice?”I ask.“That’s it?”
I’m not trying to be a dick, but come on.Didn’t everything we just did shift the boundaries of her world the same way it did to mine?I don’t think I’m ever going to be the same, after this.
I know how good it can be.How magical.
King sits up, looking gobsmacked—exactly how I feel.
Ella bends down for her panties and tugs them up over her legs.I’m torn between admiring her beauty and puzzling over how she could suddenly be up and ready to leave.
