Page 141 of Arianna

His condescending mouth also does it for me. It should annoy the hell out of me, and most times it does, but other times it makes me want to kiss him senselessly to shut him up.

On instinct, I rub myself against him, loving the way his dick grows harder and huge pressed against the naked lips of my pussy.

That’s all it takes.

My naked skin against his.

Just with that contact, my pussy becomes wet, dripping all over his dick. I whimper a needy sound when he slaps one ass cheek, biting his lip at the same time, urging me to use him for my pleasure. So I do. I rock over him again, needing more because when it came to Sebastian Kenton, it would never be enough. He woke up something inside of me that was dead before I felt the burning sweetness of his touch that first time.

“Fuck me, baby. Take what you want.” He rasps before curling one hand in my hair as he meets me, his hips barely lifting from the mattress. I watch him closely as he spreads his other palm over my ass to guide me in a slow, seductive rhythm.

This moment feels more intimate.

It feels… meant to be.

As if this is where I was meant to be all along.

In his arms and in his life.

I ride him slow and sensual as he looks up at me just like he looked at the sky back at the Planetarium.

In awe.

My eyes remain glued to his, and the sounds that wheeze from our mouths are desperate.

Wanting more, as if we both needed the other to survive.

That is how this moment feels.

Earth-shattering.

My breath quickens, same as my heartbeat, as a sweet release is slowly nearing.

Sebastian holds me by the back of the neck, our noses close to touching. He rocks against me, again and again, while he watches me with this look that I knew would do both of us in.

A look that promises many things for me.

Good and bad.

I want it all.

“Sebastian,” I whimper, needing more of him.

His hot breath on my face. “What do you need, darling?”

“You. I need you.” And I did. Inside me. Everywhere.

He shifts us, so his cock is no longer against my center, but his thick fingers were there instead, slipping inside my pussy.

He doesn’t give me a second to catch my breath, no.

My walls instantly clench around his fingers when he drives them deep, causing me to moan aloud, whimper with need, and ride his hand.

Harder.

Rising on my knees and grinding back down.

His hold tightens on the back of my neck. “Do you like it when I fuck you with my fingers, Arianna? Look how that little pussy stretches for me.” I look down at his fingers gently slipping in and out of me. My juices dripping from his thick fingers. “Good girl. Ride my hand, baby.”

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