Page 84 of Addicted To His Favorite
“Fuckkkkk…” she screamed, the sound raw and ragged. If the rooms hadn’t been soundproof, her husbands would have heard everything.
He kept driving into her, and she slapped her palm over her mouth to stifle her cries. She came again on him, her thighs quivering, trembling, and tightening around him. Another orgasm followed shortly after, tearing through her in waves of heat and pleasure.
Her entire body stiffened around him as she gasped, every nerve alight. He gritted his teeth, rotating his hips, pressing and rubbing against her womb with precision. The softness of her small frame was intoxicating, driving him closer to the edge. His rod was close to bursting.
“Just a bit more,” he growled under his breath, rubbing himself against her soft heat, savoring the tight, wet grip of her body.
“I-I’m cumming again!” she cried, shivering as her release ran down her thighs, spreading warmth through her body.
“Good,” he said through clenched teeth. Moments later, his shaft shot deep, filling her completely. “Cum for me, baby,” he pounded into her harder, driving her and himself to the limit until every drop spilled inside her.
His body relaxed once it was over. Both of them lay gasping, drenched in sweat, their breaths coming in ragged, shuddering waves.
He loosened his hold. Her hair was a tangled mess, her skin flushed and glowing. He looked down at her, desire surging again at the sight of her vulnerable, trembling form.
“Let me take you again,” he said immediately, voice thick with need. “I want you.”
She froze, eyes wide, utterly appalled at his words. Her entire body ached, every nerve on fire—and yet, he still wanted more?
He leaned closer, brushing a strand of sweat-slick hair from herface, lips hovering near hers.
Before she could respond, he grabbed her hips and lifted her, turning her onto her back. His body pressed against hers again, rod sliding along her folds, slick and hard. She shivered, a mix of exhaustion and anticipation coiling inside her.
He thrust into her slowly at first, letting her feel him, letting her recover just enough to want more. Then, without warning, he picked up the pace, slamming into her deep and fast. Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as her moans filled the room.
“Oh…” she moaned, arching against him, helpless under his relentless thrusts.
He leaned down, lips brushing hers in a bruising, hungry kiss before pulling back to trail hot, frantic kisses along her neck and collarbone. His hands squeezed her hips and thighs, holding her tight as he drove into her with brutal, perfect precision.
“Cum for me,” he growled, voice rough, every word vibrating through her. “I want you to cum again for me, baby.”
Her back arched, legs trembling, every nerve alive with the intensity of him. She came violently, her release spilling around him, hot and wild, her body shaking under his hands.
He didn’t stop. He pounded into her again and again, each thrust harder than the last. Her moans grew louder, ragged, desperate. The sweat between them mingled, the scent of her arousal thick and intoxicating.
Finally, with a growl deep in his chest, he buried himself completely inside her, his release flooding her once more. Emily gasped, trembling, completely spent.
He collapsed onto her, both of them breathing heavily, chestsrising and falling together. His hand traced lazy circles over her back and thighs, pulling her close.
He pressed his forehead to hers, chest still heaving. “Baby…” he murmured, voice low, rough. “I need you again.”
“I… I’m too tired, Sebastian,” she whispered, shaking her head, breath ragged.
He didn’t move away. His hand slid down her side, fingers brushing over her soft skin, teasing, grazing every curve. “Too tired?” he murmured against her neck, lips hot and rough.
Her back arched instinctively. “I… I just—”
“Shhh…” he husked, pressing closer, letting his hips rub against hers.
Her fingers trembled as they tangled in his hair, holding him close.
He groaned, lips brushing her earlobe before descending to her neck again. His tongue traced a slow, wet path over the soft skin, sucking and licking, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Emily shivered violently, arching her back, hips pressing instinctively against him.
“Ahh,” she gasped, fingers clutching his shoulders, nails digging in.
He didn’t answer, only growled, pressing closer, his hard girth sliding along her folds, teasing her. Slowly, he thrust inside her, filling her completely. Her gasp turned into a low moan, body trembling beneath him.
He pulled back just enough, then slammed into her again, hard and fast. Her moans grew ragged, desperate. The scent of her arousal, warm and intoxicating, surrounded him. He held herhips tight, guiding her, making every stroke precise, deliberate, claiming her completely.
