Page 34 of Addicted To His Favorite
“Such a fucking good girl,” he growled, voice dark and dangerous.
With one brutal thrust, he slammed into her from behind, hitting deep and hard, filling her completely.
Emily cried out, muffled by the pillow beneath her face, her body jarring with every ruthless push.
“Ahhh—oh god, Sebastian!” she screamed, every nerve on fire as he drove into her mercilessly, his fingers clawing at her hips, forcing her ass up into the air with each thrust. His palms slapped her bare cheeks, the sound sharp and punishing, leaving bright, stinging handprints.
He leaned over her, pressing his chest against her back, his teeth grazing her shoulder as he whispered harshly into her ear, “Your pussy loves to grip my fucking cock. You are a fucking whore,baby. I tease you just a little, and you open your little hole to suck my cock so fucking easily.”
Emily’s hips bucked instinctively, chest pressed against the bed, trying to chase every brutal push inside her. “Mmmmhhhhh!” she broke down, voice raw and breathless, his dirty words making her wetter.
Each thrust was harder than the last, his shaft sliding in and out, hitting her g-spot with precision that made her cry out in frantic pleasure. “Oh… fuck! Fuck…!”
One hand came up to pinch her nipples roughly through the thin fabric of her nighty, kneading and rolling until she arched back in helpless need.
“Don’t cum yet,” he growled, spanking her ass hard with the other hand, the sting mixing with the heat of her dripping arousal.
Her moans tore from her throat, body trembling violently. The leather belt bit into her wrists with every movement, heightening the sharpness of every slap, every push, every thrust. She felt completely consumed—owned, used, and worshipped all at once.
Sebastian lowered his head, teeth grazing her spine, before licking a long, rough trail down her back to the curve of her ass.
He pressed his palms hard against her ass, spreading her cheeks, and thrust again, mercilessly, each motion deeper, rougher. Her body jolted with every slam, every g-spot hit, her moans turning to cries.
“Yes… oh god, yes, Sebastian! Please… fuck me… harder!” Emily sobbed, tears mixing with sweat, every nerve alive andburning from the combination of pain, pleasure, and pure overstimulation.
He spanked her ass again, each blow timed with his thrusts, leaving her skin red and hot, fingers gripping her hips and pulling her tighter to him. His cock drilled her relentlessly, handprints marking her cheeks, leather cutting into her wrists, and she trembled, shaking from pleasure, each movement sending her closer to shattering.
“Cum for me, baby… cum for me now!” he demanded, voice rough, pulling her hips harder against him.
Emily’s body finally broke, shuddering violently as her orgasm ripped through her, high-pitched, broken cries spilling from her throat.
Sebastian didn’t ease up. Each thrust drove her closer to madness, his rod sliding relentlessly into her, hitting her g-spot again and again.
Emily gasped, body arching, legs trembling, wrists pulling helplessly against the tight leather belt. Each harsh smack against her ass and hard thrust inside her drove her higher, her walls clenching around him uncontrollably.
“Ohhhh—Sebastian… I—ahhh—” she cried, back arching, hips lifting into his relentless rhythm.
He leaned closer, pressing his chest to her back, teeth grazing her neck, fingers kneading her nipples, pinching roughly, twisting, eliciting screams and moans that tore from her throat. His hand gripped her hips hard, pulling her into him with every thrust.
“You are cumming all over my cock like a filthy little slut,” he spat, voice rough. “You feel so fucking good—tight, wet, desperate for me.”
Emily’s body convulsed violently, the first orgasm crashing over her, but he didn’t relent. He fucked her hard through it, hips slamming into hers, fingers flicking her clit with precision. Her second orgasm hit almost immediately, her juices running freely, the wet, tight heat of her body gripping him.
“Ahhh! Oh god, yes—faster, Sebastian!” she sobbed, trembling under the overstimulation, wrists raw from the belt.
He chuckled darkly, voice low and dangerous. “You like it when I fuck you through your orgasms, don’t you, baby? You love my cock filling you up while you’re losing your mind.”
His thrusts never slowed, rough and relentless. With every slam, her body shook violently, squeals and cries filling the room. He gripped her hips, pressing her down, fingers digging into her flesh while his other hand kneaded and pinched her hard nipples in time with his member plunging into her.
Emily’s body trembled violently, hips bucking against him instinctively, every nerve on fire. Her breaths came in desperate, broken gasps.
“Ahhh… Sebastian… I… I think I’m gonna… pee!” she cried out, panic and pleasure mingling as a sharp, urgent pressure built deep inside her. Her thighs shook, hands pulling at the belt restraining her wrists, trying to create space, her body arching uncontrollably.
Sebastian’s dark eyes locked onto hers, a smirk tugging at his lips. “No, baby… that’s not pee,” he growled, voice low and dangerous, gripping her hips like an animal.
He increased his pace, each thrust hitting that delicious, impossible spot inside her again and again, dragging her toward the edge. His hand clamped firmly over her lower back, keeping her pressed down, while his fingers continued pinching and kneading her nipples mercilessly.
Emily’s body tensed, a shiver running through her spine as the pressure inside her built unbearably. Her thighs trembled, chest heaving, and a wet heat pooled deep and tight around him. The sensation wasn’t just pleasure—it was overwhelming, urgent, impossible to hold back.
