Page 171 of Please Open Me
His cock rubbed up against me, leaving glistening tracks of heat on my skin as he anchored me in place.
“Tell me you fucking need me Mason, that you’ll always need me. You’ll always want me. No matter what you’ll alwaysloveme,” his voice frayed at the edges.
“It’s you and me until the day I die,” I promised despite the fact I could barely speak.
And those few words were Sebastain’s undoing.
A broken sound caught in his throat until his grip on my hips tightened to the point of bruising. His cock slid into my pussy, painting me with heat as an artist would a canvas. His forehead pressed to mine as his breath came in shallow gasps.
“Don’t ever take that back,” he begged, voice cracking under the weight of his words. “Don’t you ever fucking stop needing me.”
“I couldn’t, not even if I tried.”
I meant it, every last syllable. I needed him like I needed air. I needed him like I needed warmth in the winter. I neededhimlike he neededme.
A low growl exited Sebastian’s chest as he plunged into me as hard as he could.
“You’re mine.” he hissed. “Mine to love. Mine to fuck. Mine to worship. Forever.”
A moan parted my lips as he set the rhythm–deep, powerful thrusts that caused the desk to creak. His hands looped around my back, dragging me closer with each stroke.
My toes started to curl as his lips met my neck.
“I’ll take care of you. Always.” His lips buzzed against my neck. “Just promise you’ll always need me.”
“I will,” I gasped, nails digging into the back of his neck. “Forever.”
The tip of his dick hit just right, sending flashes of white light across my vision. Seb’s breathing stuttered as the carefully crafted thrusts morphed into something far more frantic.
“God, I’m going to fill you with my cum,” he groaned. “There’s going to be so much that it leaks onto your thighs.”
“Please,” I begged, every nerve drawn so taut I feared I may snap.
My orgasm slammed into me with the force of a semi truck, leaving me to shatter against him and shake in his arms. He followed moments later, burying himself in my cunt before spilling into me. His hips jerked with his release, and for a moment, we stayed like that.
Gasping, and shaking, and stuck together. Then, all the heat between us cooled, leaving ups in the softness of the moment.
His forehead dropped to my shoulder as he held me.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “For drinking, and being an idiot, and–”
“You’re not an idiot,” I breathed, threading my fingers through his sweaty hair. “You’re justSebastian.”
He pulled away, blinking down at me. “JustSebastian?”
I grinned up at him, “And that’s all you ever have to be.”
He pulled back, cupped my face in both hands, and searched my eyes like he needed to find something that said I was lying. But he never would.
“I know things aren’t perfect.” I said, the words sounding more like an apology. “But, I don’t care if we're messy, and still learning, I just want us”
“I want us too,” he whispered before kissing me again, this time with no lust.
He then gently lifted me off the desk and pulled me off his dick. I ignored the cum that dribbled onto my thighs as he sat us on the couch across the room. We quickly tangled ourselves together, ignoring the fact we were both sticky, and sweaty, and gross.
And, for the first time today, I didn’t feel sad. Just loved.
After our rendezvous, we both showered. But, Sebastian was still pent up and said his bad leg was hurting, so I suggested he take a bath instead, and he agreed.
