Page 54 of Sebastian

I don’t know why I ask that.Does it even matter? But an image of her in a tiny red teddy with white fur edges pops into my mind, and it’s all I can think about now. It even pushed fondue night out of the way, which has been extremely hard to do.

She licks her red lips. The same blood-red color from the night of the Christmas party and the one I’m still waiting to stain my dick. I’m making that happen tonight.

“Yes. It’s a red corset with white trim and little black bows on the red garter straps.” She winks as blood pumps straight into my dick.

“Fuck.”

I clench the box so hard it collapses on one side, earning a disapproving look from her. “You gotta let me see you in it now. Taylor and Paolo can handle all this shit.”

My dick is hard as a diamond and pointing straight at her through my pants.

“Please,”I beg, about to get down on my knees like she wanted me to do the other night. If she wore that thing right now, I’d stay on my knees, eating her out and doing whatever else she wants me to do down there.

“Alrighty, that’s all. Now get back to work.” She intentionally points her ass at me when she bends over to retrieve the pen. “And you might want to do something about that, or else it will be a long night for you.”

She laughs, knowing exactly what kind of misery she’s putting me in. I know she means business when she goes back to reading her clipboard.

“Just you wait. You’ll pay for this.”

I deliver a threat of my own, knowing I’m going to have to go upstairs to jerk off again—the third time today after reliving Monday night twice already.

Without missing a beat or looking up, she murmurs, “That’s the idea. Now go.”

I bump her with my hard on, grumbling as I walk toward the back door, and her giggles echo behind me. I’m across the terrace, mumbling about her teasing when Paolo jogs up the steps. With one glance at my crotch, he’s chuckling too.

“I see Chloe got to you again,” he says, pausing halfway up the staircase while I descend.

“Dude, it’s insane. She can keep up with me like no other woman can.”

I shake my head, still mystified as to why it took me so long to get an older woman of my own. She simultaneously fucks me dry and makes me more sex-crazed than before I met her.

“I have one of these all the damn time.”

“Trust me, I noticed yesterday when we played pickleball and you covered your shorts when I was eating some of your leftover fruit.”

Paolo gives me a weird look. If he only knew what I had done with Martha’s freshly cut fruit, he would have spit it out on the court.

“Hey, does your woman wear lingerie?”

“I don’t like lingerie, so thankfully, no.”

“Who the fuck doesn’t like lingerie on a hot woman?” I gasp, my mind still spinning with visions of Chloe in a red velvet, fur-trimmed corset with that red lipstick smeared across her face and covering my dick.

“I prefer natural.” He shrugs, then his expression changes. “Although there was this one time?—”

“Sebastian, less talking and more working,” Chloe hollers from the terrace, cutting off what Paolo’s saying.

She’s carrying another box of these gift bags toward me, and Paolo, like the gentleman he is, jogs up the stairs to retrieve it. I sigh and pound down the stairs, needing to drop this box off, slipthrough the back staircase, and milk one out of me. If I could get one picture of Chloe tonight in her lingerie, fuck, I’d be a lucky man.

Groaning up at the sky again, I decide to do just that. I dump the box on a random table and slip into the pool house bathroom. It’s not the most desirable place to jerk off, but if Chloe catches me lying in bed doing it, she might cancel my surprise, and I can’t have that.

Once inside the largest stall, I drop my drawers and aim for the bowl before tugging at my meat in short, precise strokes. I close my eyes, visions of taking Chloe against the wall of the shower dance before me. After giving her the best orgasm of her life, her words, I carried our sticky selves to the shower.

She didn’t even have all the chocolate off her body before I was back inside her. Her preference was to get cleaned first. Mine was to be inside her, so we compromised. She washed, and I fucked. Although it didn’t last long on her part before she was clutching my shoulders, clenching her thighs around my waist, and bouncing on my cock like a damn cowgirl. It was hot as fucking hell, and why I’m spurting long strings of cum into the toilet right now.

The stress across my shoulders and the tension in my body slacks with my release. It’s nothing like Monday, but it will do for now. Or at least that’s what I keep telling myself every time I masturbate. I glance at my watch, seeing it’s just a couple more hours before the event starts and then a couple more after that before I can sink into Chloe. Four more hours to go. Four more until I’m on my knees, moving aside the straps to a red teddy and eating Mrs. Claus.

Shit.

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