Million Dollar Man

Chapter Seventeen

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Chapter 17

"Patience, my enemy

And loving's my friend"

 

Our breaths were heavy and ragged, our chests skimming against each other.

"You're no good for me." I whispered, my eyes searching his emotionless ones.

"Well that's just too bad, now is it?"

I smirked slightly, my cheeks flaring with heat as Sebastian took on a softer expression, and pressed his lips onto mine.

Heat flared across my body, filling me with lust and need. My eyes met his, and I felt myself melting into him. Dominance radiated off his body, and a whimper left my lips as he nipped at my neck.

"Fucking hell," he growled into my skin, pressing himself onto me. Another flare of heat shot through my lower stomach as I felt his tip probe my entrance.

My eyes met his again, and I bit my lip gently before nodding my head, which was all the consent he needed to continue.

Sebastian rolled his hips forwards slowly, in a tantalizing manner. A small gasp left my lips as my walls stretched around his thick member. Sure, I've been with a few guys before, but none of them were ever as big as Sebastian.

Once he was fully in, he paused and raised his head, his dark eyes searching mine. "Are you okay?" His voice was light, yet I could see the strain in his eyes. I could tell that he wanted nothing more than to continue, and a wave of affection washed over me as he looked down to me in concern.

"For the love of God, Sebastian, just-" I was cut off by a strangled moan that was released when Sebastian began moving suddenly. My lips remained parted as he continued to thrust, never going at just one pace. Fast, slow, and painstakingly slow, I was like putty in his hands.

He had control.

His large hands fondled my breast gently before kneading into them, which only increased my moans and cries. His lips fluttered all around my neck and my face, attaching themselves wherever they pleased.

He was marking his territory.

He was possessive, controlling, and maybe even a little obsessive, and I loved every bit of that.

Never in my life had I wanted to be with someone as much as him, and from his hungry kisses and love bites, it seemed as though he felt the same way.

A whimper left my lips when he stopped without warning, breaking me away from my thoughts. He smirked as I shifted slightly, my hands gripping his broad shoulders in a desperate manner.  

"Beg," he suddenly whispered, "beg for it."

I stared up at him, my brows furrowing in confusion. "What?" I asked, squirming underneath him, a physical plea for him to continue, yet him remained still as stone.

I was practically writhing while he just smirked down at me. "I want you to beg for it."

The confusion washed away as I looked deep into his eyes, understanding that this wasn't going to be like sex I've had before. It had always been the guys who asked, pleaded, and begged. Now it was my turn.

"Please," I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Please, Sebastian, I need this."

He cocked his head to the side slightly, his eyes twinkling mischievously. At the thought that he was just going to stop like that, I felt myself fall into a state of panic.