His head fell back against the couch and a deep sigh sounded. I used my teeth, nibbling on his pebbled nipple, as I continued to taste him.

His hands slid down my spine making me shiver, and then his skillful fingers unhooked my bra. It slipped from my body and he tossed it across the room. He grabbed onto my hips, pulling me harder against him.

“Tell me what you want, Jessica.”

I knew what I wanted, but I didn’t know how to say it. I whined as I circled my hips, spreading my wetness all over his exposed hardness.

“Say it, baby. Say you want me to fuck you. I love to hear that sweet mouth say dirty things.” He moved his hips below me, his tip pressing against my opening.

“Fuck me, Sebastian. Please. I can’t take it anymore.”

I could hardly believe I’d said it. It sounded sexy and seductive, yet still full of need. And it worked because suddenly he flipped me on the couch and was perched above me.

His hand moved between us as he pushed at his pants, kicking them onto the floor beside us. He rubbed himself against me like the time before. Except this time, it wasn’t enough. I wanted so much more.

Lifting my hips, I pressed up when he moved back, letting him know how badly I wanted him inside of me.

“Where do you want me?”

“Please, Sebastian. Put it in me.”

“Put what in you, sweetheart?” He pressed again. “My cock? Tell me you want my cock inside of you.”

I wiggled beneath him, trying hard to get him where I wanted him. “I want your big cock, deep inside of me.”

He shifted his body, and I felt him against my entrance once again. “You’re so fucking hot and wet.”

And then he was pushing into me, filling me and stretching my body in a way it had never been stretched. I tensed beneath him, until he was as deep as he could go at the moment.

“Fuck. So hot, so tight.” Pleasure filled his expression and his eyes closed. He pulled back, and pressed into me again, further this time. There was a tiny sting.

I hissed and my thighs tensed against his hips. His eyes popped open and softened.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

I bit my bottom lip and nodded. “Yes, don’t stop.” I reached around him and dug my nails into his ass. “More.”

His lips brushed against my forehead and he began to move above me. His hips pressed into mine, his body filling me so completely I was sure I could feel him in my stomach. Sweat gathered between the two of us, making his body slide against mine.

He leaned on his forearms, which were planted firmly into the couch on each side of my head. His face hovered above mine and every now and again he’d lean down and kiss me, filling my mouth with his tongue and the flavor of him.

His movements sped up, and the ache deep inside of me intensified. It wasn’t long before I was moving with him, lifting my hips to meet his thrust and digging my finger nails deep into the flesh on his back.

So close—I was so close. I started to make noises, silently begging him with my eyes for more. He shifted his hips, plowing into me with so much force it should have hurt, but it didn’t—it felt so good. Better than anything I’d felt in my entire life.

“Come on my dick, Jessica. I want to feel that hot come all over the head of my cock.”

It wasn’t making love, it was fucking. At least that’s what he called it. And while I probably should have been disgusted by his words and roughness, I loved it. It was pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

I wanted him to talk dirty to me. I wanted him to rough me up. I was tired of being treated like expensive china. I wasn’t going to break.

He pushed me closer and higher, but no matter how hard he pushed, I wasn’t going over the edge.

“Fuck it,” he said, pulling out of my body.

Leaning back, he scooped up my hips and lifted my body from the couch and to his mouth. My shoulders dug into the couch, as my thighs and hips were thrust into the air. I was going to complain, but then he stuck two fingers deep inside of me and sucked my clit into his mouth.

He worked his fingers, rubbing against the ache, as he sucked a few times. I broke. He held my hips still as I bucked against his face, screaming out a release I was sure everyone downstairs could hear.

When I came down from my orgasm, he was above me again. He wasted no time plunging deep into me, igniting the spark once again. He didn’t hold back, pounding into my body hard and fast.

Mumbling words I didn’t even try to understand, he took over my body and I lay beneath him, watching his beautiful face morph in pleasure.

He was getting close. I knew because I was beginning to understand his expressions. His mouth fell open, his dark hair falling into his eyes. I pulled him closer, holding him to me.