by Sophia Gray
He lapped at her, up and down and all around, for several minutes before his teeth came out to play. Sebastian latched his mouth over her clit, sucking through the underwear. “Oh! Ugh!” Nyssa cried out. She threw her arm over her face and bit down on it to keep herself from screaming in a combination of intense pleasure and incredible frustration.
Sebastian’s tongue kept moving, swirling around and around her clit, soaking through her underwear with his spit. Nyssa thrusted her hips forward into his face, encouraging him to go harder and faster, even though the sucking sensation on her clit was already overwhelming her senses. But before she could even get her bearings and become accustomed to the greater suction around her most sensitive nub, two of Sebastian’s fingers slid under her underwear again, finding her hole right away.
“Oh! Shit!” Nyssa grunted into her own arm, her back stiffening almost painfully as Sebastian’s fingertips dipped inside of her body.
“I love playing with you,” Sebastian practically growled into her panties, biting down again and again while he began to fuck his fingers in and out of her hole.
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck!” Nyssa rambled. In another life, she would have felt embarrassed, maybe even humiliated by the pathetic sounds she was making. But here, now, with Sebastian’s fingers inside of her, giving her strength, she couldn’t feel even a single drop of shame.
After another minute or so of this, Sebastian had apparently had enough, as he used his other hand to yank her panties away, tearing them a little as he ripped them off her body. But Nyssa didn’t care. She had more important things to concern herself with at the moment, like the wonderfully wet sensation of Sebastian’s tongue finally, finally, brushing up against her bare clit.
He licked her furiously, almost angrily, while his fingers kept moving. Before long, she was able to accept a third finger inside of her hole, her body spreading open easily to accommodate more of Sebastian inside of her. She’d never been this receptive in bed before, this willing to push her body to its absolute limits. But with Sebastian, she felt like she could do anything.
“Fucking—hot—fucking—shit—” Sebastian grunted incoherently in between long hard licks of her pussy. He shoved his fingers harder inside of her, hitting spots that made her see stars exploding behind her eyes, a million different strands of brilliant light rocketing through her brain with every stroke of his fingertips on her inner walls. She couldn’t wait much longer to have his cock inside of her, but luckily Sebastian seemed to be on the same page, pulling out and away before tugging Nyssa’s whole body up and onto his lap. “Ride me,” he demanded through gritted teeth, wrapping a hand around the back of her neck.
“Gladly,” Nyssa said as soon as she could catch her breath. She let Sebastian relax on the mattress underneath her and found the right angle before sliding down onto his cock, moaning out at the delicious intrusion. “Oh, shit, yes! That’s so fucking good, baby.”
“Yeah, darling. Yeah. Take it all. I know you can do it,” Sebastian muttered below her. He reached out to grab her breasts, pulling gently at her nipples as she started up a rhythm with her hips, rocking over his cock, back and forth, over and over again.
“Shit, so good, so fucking—ugh, shit,” Nyssa mumbled, sighing happily as she lifted herself up and down his dick, feeling her own wetness increase and make things smoother as the seconds ticked by.
One of Sebastian’s hands traveled over to her ass, squeezing the muscle hard and encouraging her to move faster. Nyssa complied as best as she could, rotating her hips around and around in circles, desperate to feel Sebastian coming inside of her yet again. She reached underneath her own body to find his balls, rolling them in her hand while she leaned down and pressed their chests together, hovering over his face while she continued to ride him as hard as she could.
“Yes, baby. Yes. So fucking beautiful. So fucking—fuck!” Sebastian yelled, squeezing her ass harder and forcing her to move faster over his dick.
Nyssa was lost for words by this point. Her throat burned with the effort it was taking to bring oxygen into her lungs, but it was worth it. Her cunt was on fire, pleasure building inside of her like dozens of flames that only grew taller and wider with every thrust of her hips against Sebastian’s body. She could feel the sweat that was collecting between each of them, their skin rubbing up together. She’d never felt this close to anyone before. Ever. The rest of the world had melted away, leaving them in a perfect sanctuary built by their own two beautiful bodies. She never wanted this to end.
“Oh, shit, baby. Oh, shit,” Sebastian called out. He pulled Nyssa’s head down to smash their mouths together, kissing her deeply before grunting into her mouth. He thrusted his own hips up underneath Nyssa’s, shoving himself as deep inside as possible as she sped up, bouncing in his lap so hard that everything around them was a blur. Nyssa swore she could feel Sebastian’s heartbeat inside of her, the head of his cock pulsing even before his orgasm came over him.
Sebastian raked his nails down Nyssa’s back, making her skin sting a little, but she loved it. She loved feeling him grab her and pull her closer to him. She loved feeling how much he fucking wanted her. It was almost too much to take as it was, but then, without warning, Sebastian’s hand forced its way in between their sweating bodies to find her clit. His fingers jacked it off, pushing it up and down roughly. Nyssa felt like her cunt was a nuclear explosion about to go off, the heat building between her legs getting so intense that she felt like her whole body was going to burn up into nothing. But it would have been worth it because this was a sweeter feeling, a stronger feeling than anything she’d ever experienced before.
“Come for me, baby. Fucking come,” Sebastian commanded her. Nyssa pulled back a little to stare into his wide glassy eyes. His pupils were so wide that his eyes looked black, but she could still see bare emotion in his eyes. It was like he wasn’t even trying to hide it. He cares about me, she thought. He really fucking cares.
That was the thought that sent her over the edge. Her whole body went into a fit of spasms, her hips jerking forward and backward frantically as a hundred vibrations radiated out from her cunt, right before an explosion tore through her. It was like her entire body was flooded with endless warmth that just kept going and going, filling her up from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. She was more than flesh right now. She was more than a piece of meat, pounded out time and time again by men who didn’t give a shit who she was or what she wanted. She felt like a princess. No. It was more than that, better than that. She felt like a goddess.
The next moment, Sebastian groaned helplessly as he followed her over the edge, exploding inside of her, sending stream after stream of cum deep into her cunt. “Shit, shit, oh!” he shouted as he pulsed inside of her.
Nyssa collapsed on top of Sebastian’s chest, hiding her hot sweaty face in his neck. “Wow,” she said hazily, pressing soft kisses against Sebastian’s neck. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” Sebastian replied hoarsely. He rubbed the back of her head, scratching lazily at her scalp and making her feel even more relaxed, if that was even possible. Her body felt like goo, like every last shred of tension hiding in her muscles over the years was finally extinguished. She felt safe. She felt like she was home.
“You’re a special man, you know that?” Nyssa murmured, sighing happily as Sebastian began to rub his way down her back.
“You’re a fucking amazing woman,” Sebastian said back. He turned his head to kiss the side of her face and neck.
“No, you’re silly,” Nyssa said bashfully, giggling a little as Sebastian furrowed up his brow in frustration.
“Listen to me,” Sebastian said. He turned on his side to face her and force her to look him directly in the eyes. “There’s no other woman I’d rather make a family with. Do you understand that? Do you?”
Nyssa’s chest ached, and she tried to drop her eyes to hide away a little from Sebastian’s intensely blazing gaze, but he reached over a
nd grabbed her chin, preventing her from looking away. “I mean it, Nyssa. It’s you. It’s only you,” he whispered before leaning in to give her another deep kiss.
Nyssa’s heart felt like it was about to collapse. She was feeling so much at once. Awe and disbelief and shock and gratitude and crushing terror that she was going to mess it all up somehow. But mostly, she felt love. Pure, shining love.
“Thank you,” she mumbled, crushing her face into Sebastian’s chest so he wouldn’t see her crying. She figured he could probably tell that it was happening anyway, but if he was at all disgusted by it, he didn’t show it. Instead, he just rubbed her back and made small soothing sounds until she was on the verge of sleep.
“I’m never letting you go, Nyssa,” Sebastian murmured softly. “Never.”
Nyssa found his hand and wrapped her fingers around his as tightly as she could, bringing his hand over to her stomach. It was way too soon to feel anything move, of course, but she liked how it felt anyway, having him touch her where the baby was growing, slowly but steadily.
For the rest of the day and night, they slipped in and out of sleep, waking up to make love and eat and cuddle before falling back into slumber. They were safe from the rain outside, from everything that might want to hurt them.
But only for a little while.
Chapter Seventeen
Kimmie
Kimmie was about to enter the parlor to wait for her next client when she heard Katrina’s sharp, high voice pierce through the wall, stopping her in her tracks. After working here for so many weeks, she knew how to spot the signs of an upcoming tantrum, and that tone in Katrina’s voice was definitely a good indication that shit was about to get thrown. Oh, Jesus, here we go, Kimmie thought, sagging against the wall outside of the parlor. I wonder what’s going on now.
“What are you talking about?” Katrina snapped, her voice booming out even through the wall separating the parlor from the main hallway. “Explain yourself.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” a squeaky high-pitched voice answered. “Really, I am. But it’s the truth.”
There was a short pause where Kimmie strained her ears trying to pick up on any noise from inside the parlor, but finally Katrina cleared her throat and spoke again. “Tell me what you said you heard. From the beginning. Start again. I need to be sure I understand you correctly.”
“Well, I was walking around upstairs, you know, minding my own business and all, and then I heard Nyssa talking really loudly in one of the bedrooms. She sounded really upset, and, well, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, really I didn’t—”
“Oh, save it!” Katrina interjected. “Just get to the point.”
“It took me a minute to figure out what was going on, but madam… Nyssa said she was going to have a baby.”
Kimmie’s heart jumped up into her throat. Oh, fuck. Somebody had overheard her conversation with Nyssa earlier. Fuck, fuck, fuck! What was she supposed to do now?
“Did she… I mean… is she pregnant right now? Is that what you’re telling me?” Katrina asked in an unnaturally stiff voice. “Answer me!”
“Yes, ma’am,” the snitch said. Kimmie’s stomach turned over, making her feel like she was about to vomit just from sheer panic, but she stayed in the same spot, determined to hear as much information as possible. “I’m sorry, madam.”
“Get out,” Katrina said in a strangely calm voice that sent shivers down Kimmie’s spine. Kimmie didn’t have a chance to react before the snitch, a new girl named Julie, exited the parlor, but luckily, she was in such a rush that she didn’t notice Kimmie standing there in the shadows.
Kimmie took a few deep breaths, steeling herself as much as possible before slowly entering the parlor. She decided to pretend that she hadn’t overheard anything and just watch Katrina to see what her next move would be. Maybe she won’t do anything, Kimmie thought hopefully. Maybe she knows that she’s lost, totally and completely, and she won’t try to hurt Nyssa anymore.
Kimmie’s first clue should have been that Katrina didn’t even react to her coming into the room. She was on her phone, eyes glued to the wall behind Kimmie’s head, her face gone as stony and pale as a statue. “Papa,” Katrina said into the phone. “Papa, I need to call in a hit.”
A hot flush of panic went up Kimmie’s back and the bottom of her neck, but she kept her head down, pretending to be interested in a magazine propped up on one of the chairs in the center of the room. She could barely make out Giustini’s voice on the other end, but Kimmie thought she could hear him sigh deeply and ask Katrina what in the hell she was talking about.
“That little fucking whore,” Katrina spat. “She’s knocked up. With Sebastian’s baby.”
Loud, raucous laughter erupted from the phone, so roughly that Katrina reared back from the receiver. Another couple of girls stumbled into the parlor laughing, but Katrina didn’t react to them. She just stood there, listening to her father laugh at what had happened with Nyssa and Sebastian. If Kimmie didn’t know how vicious Katrina really was, she would have felt bad for her.
Suddenly, Papa Giustini stopped laughing, his tone turning icy cold on the other end of the phone as he said, “What’s your point, Kat? I told you to stop fucking bothering me with this bullshit.”
“But Papa—” Katrina tried to interject, but Giustini didn’t let her continue.
“No. Stop it!” He yelled at her so loudly that all the girls in the room stopped what they were doing to see what was going on. “You’ve been going on and on for weeks about this shit, and I’m tired of it. So what? The slut is pregnant. Big deal. It’s her fucking problem, not ours.”
Katrina was quiet for a moment, tapping her long elegant nails on the back of her cell phone, filling up the otherwise oppressively tense silence hanging in the room. “You know Sebastian’s not just done with me, right, Papa?” Katrina asked innocently.
“What are you talking about?” Giustini asked. He seemed to scoff at the warning tone in his daughter’s voice, but he sounded a little more cautious than he had mere moments before.
“I’m not the only one he fell out of love with,” Katrina said. “Before he stopped fucking me, he talked all the time about wanting to get out from under your control, Papa. All he needs is a reliable supplier and he’s as good as gone. He’s not going to stay in your company.” She paused, chuckling bitterly to herself. “And I bet he’ll use all the information he learned about the inner workings of your business to launch himself to success. Ha! I guess we’re both getting what we deserve, right, Papa?”
“Katrina Isabella,” Giustini said sternly. “Are you lying to me right now? Is this one of your little games?”
“I wish,” Katrina sighed. “Oh, well. I guess you’ll just have to do what you always do, Papa. Roll over and let Sebastian do what he wants.”
There was a long tense pause where nobody spoke. All of the girls in the room held their breath and looked at each other worriedly, their eyes gone as wide as cereal bowls.
“Well, we’ll just have to take care of this little situation, then, won’t we?” Giustini said in a low dangerous voice. “I’ll call you back when it’s finished. Good-bye, Katrina.”
There was a slight clicking noise as he hung up on his daughter. After a single moment of silence, Katrina burst into full-body laughter, tossing her head back as the deep guttural noises left her throat. It almost sounded like she was choking, but when one of the girls approached Katrina to see if she was okay she threw the girl off, making her collide into the nearest wall roughly. “Leave me alone,” Katrina said in between hysterical giggles. “Oh, boy, oh, boy. Sebastian doesn’t even know what’s coming. Him or that little conniving bitch. Tonight, we are getting a show!” With that, she turned and stormed out of the room, still laughing and wiping the tears from her eyes.
“Oh, Jesus, poor Nyssa,” one of the older working girls said sadly, shaking her head.
“Yeah. She’s as good as dead now,” another one replied.
Fuck that
, Kimmie thought, getting to her feet and striding out of the room. I’m not going to let anyone hurt my best friend. Even if it kills me.
Chapter Eighteen
Nyssa rolled over in bed, slinging her leg over Sebastian’s naked torso and sighing happily. She didn’t know how long they’d been like this, practically glued together, but she’d loved every second of it so far and she couldn’t imagine ever wanting to stop.
Just then, as if on cue, her phone rang shrilly from where it had fallen, somewhere else in Sebastian’s condo. Nyssa groaned and rolled over again, burying her face in Sebastian’s neck, but the phone just wouldn’t stop. It kept going for a solid minute. “Goddammit!” Nyssa grunted, kicking her feet in annoyance before finally sighing in resignation and getting out of bed.
“Noooo,” Sebastian moaned out, still half-asleep as he reached for Nyssa’s arm to try to keep her in bed.
“I’ll be right back, baby,” she whispered. Nyssa reached down and wrapped her hand around Sebastian’s and brought it to her mouth for a sweet kiss before letting him go and getting up to follow the sounds of her phone into the main den area.
