<b>Chapter </b><b>151 </b>
“<b>You </b>really do have a gorgeous body, Sebastian,” I say, watching his cock twitch at my assessment. I lean over, leaving a trail of kisses down his chest and stomach before taking his hard length in my hand and beginning to lick and suck on him in the way I know he likes.
I moan when I get the taste of his precum, and then I gently suck off of him before standing back.
He’s watching me with eyes that are nearly ck, his stomach contracting and expanding with his aroused breathing.
I step back<b>, </b>sliding the robe off my shoulders, then walk to the loveseat where Iy the robe on the cushions before sitting on it. I’d rather not leave a mess on Sebastian’s loveseat.
“You seemed to enjoy watching mest night,” I say, leaning back and putting my feet up on the edge of the loveseat before opening my legs to give him the perfect view of my pussy.
“Yes.” His voice is chocked as he responds, his eyes glued to
my pussy.
I slide my fingers down, gently rubbing myself. “Can see how wet I am?”
“Yes,” he growls.
“I guess I was excited for tonight too,” I say, sliding a finger inside myself as I watch him.
<b>continue </b><b>to </b>watch him <b>as </b><b>I </b>begin <b>to </b><b>y </b><b>with </b>myself, realizing <b>that </b>this is almost <b>as </b><b>exciting </b><b>for </b>me <b>as </b><b>it </b>is for <b>him</b>. The <b>intensity </b><b>of </b><b>his </b><b>gaze </b><b>as </b>he watches <b>me </b>is unlike <b>anything </b><b>I’ve </b><b>ever </b>seen before. Even from here<b>, </b>I can see him leaking more <b>precum</b>. Damn, <b>I </b>wonder if I can make hime without even touching him.
The thought has me reaching my own orgasm and I throw my head back, rubbing my clit faster as my body jerks with the pleasure. I can feel how wet I am and when I open my eyes, Sebastian is licking his lips, looking desperate to taste me.
I make him wait while I make myselfe two more times, watching as he bes more and more desperate. When Ie the third time crying out my pleasure, I hear him cry out too and as I watch, his cock spits cum all over his stomach and chest.
He pants as his body jerks, but his eyes never leave me.
“Mmm, you really do like watching,” I say, standing and walking over to him.
“Yes,” he growls.
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“You’ve made a mess,” I tell him, swiping my finger through the cum on his chest and sucking the finger into my mouth. He’s hard again in an instant.
“So did you,” he growls.
“Yes, I did. You should do something about that. I was thinking we should live out one of your fantasies tonight. What do you think<b>?</b><b>” </b>
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“Yes<b>,</b><b>” </b><b>he </b><b>says</b><b>. </b><b>I </b><b>put </b><b>my </b><b>fingers </b><b>to </b><b>his </b><b>lips</b>, and he greedily sucks them <b>into </b><b>his </b><b>mouth</b><b>, </b>licking my arousal off <b>my </b>fingers and <b>moaning </b>as he does<b>. </b>
<b>“</b>Would you like a better taste of me, Sebastian?” His eyes sh. <b>open</b><b>, </b>the fiery intensity back.
<b>“</b><b>Yes</b>.”
I reach up and untie him. “Stay there,” I say as I pull the tie off him.
He waits, not moving. I pull his arms down to his sides and then I climb onto the bed, straddling his face.
“Wasn’t this one of your fantasies, Sebastian? For me to ride your face?”
His arms reach up, wrapping around my thighs. “Yes,” he growls before pulling me down to his mouth.
He already knows how lick and suck me in the way that makes mee and he uses everything he knows to push me over the edge almost immediately. I grab onto the headboard as the powerful orgasm rips through me and then I look down into his eyes that are focused on me. I begin to ride his face as he licks and sucks me. The sounds are loud and sloppy mixed with both. of our moans and my cries of pleasure. But there’s something about the frantic need of it, that makes it so much sexier.
I’ve lost count of how many orgasms he’s given me when I pull myself off his face and slide down his body. I ce his tip at my entrance and take him easily, all the way to the hilt.
Now it’s my turn to watch his face as he gasps at the feel of
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“<b>You </b><b>feel </b><b>so </b><b>fucking </b>good,” he <b>says</b>, starting to <b>thrust </b>up <b>Into </b><ol><li><b>me</b>. </li></ol>
<b>“</b><b>No</b><b>, </b>Sebastian. I’m in control again,” I say, wanting to see if he’ll <b>give </b>it to me freely.
<b>“</b><b>I </b>want control,” he growls.
“It’s my turn,” I growl back, the Alphas <b>in </b>us vying for control at this moment.
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