Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
EPISODE 43
SEBASTIAN AND HEATHER HIT A WALL
Sebastian
That kiss from Heather by the ocean has me on fire, and I’m damned happy that she replied yes when I asked her to get out of here.
“Your place or mine?” I ask her.
“Why not here?” She gestures to the ocean.
“Beach fucking is sexy as hell, but Brett and Sienna are nearby.” I cup her soft cheek. “Plus, I don’t want to worry about getting sand in certain places.”
The tide rolls in, and Heather squeals as the cool water splashes over her ankles. “Yeah, you may be right. I don’t care where. Your room. My room. The fucking kitchen. Wherever, Sebastian. I think we both need to forget our troubles for a while.”
She’s not wrong. After Rachel nearly drowning, June freaking about Misty, and...well, my fucking life, I want to lose myself inside a beautiful woman.
Heather Hill, with her viper tattoo, her ravishing kisses, and her killer body fits the bill just about perfectly.
“Mine.” I grab her hand and we walk—quickly this time—back toward the pathway and into the mansion.
Once inside my suite, I attack, pushing her against the wall where I had Emily last night and crushing my lips to hers.
She opens for me, and it’s another kiss full of passion and vigor, lust and need. She grabs a fistful of my hair and tugs on it, and damn...my groin responds.
She’s a tomcat, all right, and she won’t mind it rough.
I’m happy to give us what we both want.
I tug her fingers from my hair, break the kiss, and then hold both her arms over her head, pinning her with my left hand.
“Tell me right now,” I say through clenched teeth, “if you don’t want this. Because if you do want it, I’m going to fuck you hard and fast. I’m going to shove my cock so deep into your cunt that you won’t know what day it is, Heather.”
She swallows, her eyes meeting mine. “I don’t fucking care what day it is, Sebastian. Stop talking and fuck me.”
I kiss her again, this time harder, letting my tongue wander far into her mouth. Our teeth clash and our lips slide together. She moans. I groan. With my free hand, I cup her breast and squeeze. Then I trail my fingers downward, lift her tank top until her tits fall free. I thumb her hard nipple, and her groan vibrates into me.
This is physical, purely physical. We don’t know each other well enough for it to be anything other than a lusty fuck.
I’m good with that, and apparently so is she.
I want to look at her tits, give them the attention they deserve, but this kiss... It’s almost like a fuck in its intensity. I grind into her belly, my cock aching, mimicking with my tongue what I’m going to do in her pussy. Soon.
I let my hand wander away from her breast and downward, hiking up her miniskirt. I slide my fingers up her thigh, and—
I break the kiss, my groin on fire. “No panties, Heather? Bad girl.”
She gasps in a breath. “And what do you do to bad girls, Sebastian?”
I slide my fingers through her pussy lips. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
“Mmm... You didn’t answer my question.”
I bring my hand to her mouth and force my fingers between her lips. God, it’s so sexy when a woman tastes herself. Drives me to the fucking brink.
“Bad girls get punished, Heather. Spanked.”
She sucks in a breath and closes her eyes. “God. Please.”
I release her arms and turn her around so her backside faces me. “Put your hands on the wall, Heather. And don’t fucking move.”
She obeys me without question. I tweak one of her nipples and then pull her skirt up around her waist.
Her ass is firm and fleshy, and I bring my palm down on one cheek.
She squeals, but she doesn’t move. I admire the rosiness that erupts on her skin, and then I slap her ass again.
“You have a gorgeous ass, Heather. I’d love to shove my cock into it. Fuck you into oblivion.”
“Yes,” she groans. “Whatever you want.”
It’s tempting, but I never take a woman’s ass the first time. It requires a level of trust Heather and I don’t have. This is pure chemistry in action. There’s no emotion between us.
I slap her ass again, and then again. “You like that, baby?” I growl in her ear.
“Fuck, yeah. Tell me how red my ass is, Sebastian. Tell me what you see.”
I look down, admire the blush once more. “It’s pink and firm and perfect.”
Slap!
One more time, and I can’t wait any longer.
I pull a condom out of my pocket, rip open the foil wrapper. Then I unzip my jeans, shove them and my underwear over my thighs, and sheath myself.
“You ready? You ready for my big cock?”
“God, yes. Please.”
I thrust into her pussy from behind, balls deep.