by Sophia Gray
Sebastian groaned and bit the side of Nyssa’s neck again, sucking hard enough to make her spine stiffen and her cunt fill with tingling vibrations that just grew bigger and bigger as his teeth dug deeper into her skin. Nyssa kept clawing at Sebastian’s back, encouraging him closer while her hips dragged his cock in deeper, her leg muscles throbbing as she pushed and pulled at Sebastian’s ass with her feet.
“So fucking hot, so fucking tight,” Sebastian muttered into her neck, groaning loudly as she scratched her nails down from the base of his neck to the top of his ass. “Yes, take it, fucking… Jesus Christ!”
Nyssa had a feeling she knew how he felt. She felt like there were a hundred bubbles full of heat rising inside of her cunt, bouncing off the walls and growing larger and larger with each passing minute. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take without exploding again, going over that edge and disappearing on the other side.
Without warning, Sebastian switched it up again, flattening his back on the mattress with his cock still embedded deeply in Nyssa’s cock. “Ride me,” he demanded, slapping the side of her body lightly before digging his nails hard into her hips, encouraging her to start moving.
Nyssa decided to slow things down a little bit, rolling her hips more smoothly and rhythmically than before. “Oh, Jesus, shit,” Sebastian sighed out, but it didn’t sound like a complaint to Nyssa’s ears.
“This feel good?” she checked in as she moved torturously over his cock, moving in slow circles that made her feel like her pussy was filling up even more with intense heat.
“Jesus Christ, yes,” Sebastian answered breathlessly.
Nyssa smiled softly and cupped the side of his face, staring deeply into his dark eyes. “God, you’re beautiful,” she whispered.
“You. You are,” Sebastian replied, swallowing heavily and letting his eyes slide shut as he moaned again and arched his back, sending his cock as deep as it could go inside of Nyssa.
After another minute or so of her original slower rhythm, Nyssa started rocking harder over his dick, bracing herself with a hand on his firm chest. God, he was so strong, so tough, so hard, yet so soft at the same time, at least for her sake. It made her even wetter, just thinking about how he’d tossed her around on this bed. As if on cue, Sebastian tightened his grip on Nyssa’s hips and began to lift her up and down, moving her according to his own desires. Nyssa loved it. Even though it was nice, dominating him a little bit, it was always best to have Sebastian in control, pushing and pulling her body to exactly where it needed to go.
“Faster, baby. Faster,” Sebastian demanded, reaching behind Nyssa to spank her ass several times in quick succession.
“Ugh! Oh!” Nyssa cried, grinding her hips down harder onto Sebastian’s cock, feeling her cunt leak over him.
Sebastian bent forward until he was sitting up, with Nyssa still perched in his lap, moving back and forth over his cock. “Faster, baby. I need it faster. Can you do that for me? Huh? Can you?” he asked teasingly, moving some hair away from Nyssa’s neck so he could lean in and press soft kisses against her pulse.
“I can do it. I can fucking do it,” Nyssa panted, letting her head rock forward into the crook of Sebastian’s neck as she pushed herself to comply with Sebastian’s wishes, rolling her hips harder into his. She gasped for air as she moved faster and faster, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop, not even for a second to catch her breath. She needed to keep going, to bring Sebastian back to the edge again, to go over with him. Together. It had been so long since they’d been able to make love like this, to truly bare each other’s minds, bodies, and souls, and Nyssa wanted to make the most out of it.
She pulled back, almost entirely off his cock, with just the head of his dick still lodged inside her tight cunt. “What are you…?” Sebastian asked into her neck, still biting lazily at her skin.
“Just hold on a second,” Nyssa whispered, holding still, feeling a trickle of sweat move down her spine as she forced herself to remain motionless on top of Sebastian’s cock. She could feel the head of his dick twitch inside of her, its pulsations melding with the rhythm of her heart pounding deep in her cunt. God, it was so fucking hot, feeling him press inside her. He’s going to mark me up, she thought, feeling a wave of intense, almost blinding heat wash over her body. He’s going to fucking fill me up and mark me on the inside. God, I can’t wait.
She waited until she felt Sebastian trembling underneath her like a leaf caught in a windstorm before slamming herself down fully onto his cock. She repeated that pattern several times in a row, lifting herself almost all the way off his cock before crashing back down again, over and over again until she found the perfect angle. “Oh, yes, oh, yes, fuck, fuck, faster, fuck, yes, oh!” Sebastian screamed, digging his nails deep into her back while biting hard at her neck, sucking at her skin so hard that Nyssa wondered if he was trying to eat her alive. Somehow she thought she wouldn’t exactly mind, even if he was.
She kept pushing herself harder, making the head of his cock smash right up against the perfect spot inside of her, sending a thousand tingles throughout her cunt on every downstroke onto his cock.
“Yes, baby, yes, baby, yes, baby, oh, yes! Oh!” Nyssa hissed, her face screwing up in frustration as she rocked harder and faster over his cock. Her cunt was already aching as a result of the intense pounding it was receiving, but she couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when Sebastian was so obviously close to the edge.
One of Sebastian’s hands eventually drifted over to the top of her cunt, his fingers tracing the outline of her dripping lips for a minute before finding her clit again. “Oh, yes, yes, please, fuck, yes,” Nyssa begged, leaning her forehead against Sebastian’s equally sweaty one and staring right into his glossy eyes. “Yes, baby. Do it to me. Do it.”
Something moved behind Sebastian’s eyes, hiding in the shadows of his pupils. Nyssa wasn’t sure what it was at first, but she was so wrapped up in his body that she didn’t have the energy to find out what. But then it hit her, all at once, the weight of the emotion that Sebastian held in his heart for her.
Jesus Christ, Nyssa thought, feeling like she might pass out either from the intense swirl of sensations building between her legs or the fearless way that Sebastian was staring at her. Either way, she refused. She had to see this through.
“Baby, I’m not going to last if you keep riding me… fuck… like this,” Sebastian forced out before biting his bottom lip.
“It’s okay, I’m… I’m close,” Nyssa whispered back, unable to raise her voice higher than a whimper at this point. Sebastian’s thumb and forefinger wrapped around her clit, pulling it side to side while his cock kept slamming in and out of her tight hole. Her cunt felt so hot, like a nuclear reactor waiting to go off at any moment.
“Do it for me, baby,” Sebastian said. “Do it, I want to feel it.”
Nyssa shook her head, barely able to hold herself back from exploding. “You first,” she panted. “I want to feel you come inside of me.”
“Jesus Christ,” Sebastian whispered, letting his head rock forward so that he was pressing his forehead harder against Nyssa’s while his hips pushed harder onto hers. “I’ll do that for you, baby. I’ll fucking come in your tight hot little hole. My little hole. I love that hole. I love that cunt. I love it. I fucking love it. I love you.”
Nyssa knew it was coming, those three words, but that didn’t dull their impact at all. She still felt like she’d been kicked in the chest, like she’d been knocked off a swing—soaring in the middle of the air for a moment before crashing down hard back to earth. It almost hurt, hearing those words said so earnestly, with so little attempt to hide. But it was beautiful. God, it was so fucking beautiful. So miraculous. Nyssa’s eyes flooded with tears, but this time, she didn’t try to hide it.
“I love you,” she murmured, staring deep into Sebastian’s eyes. “I love you.”
That did it. “Fuck!” Sebastian cried out, his hips jerking forward in a series of spasms while h
is cock twitched inside of Nyssa’s cunt. “Oh, fuck!”
She felt a flood of warmth pool into her cunt as he filled her up with his seed, giving her the last little thing she needed to get to the edge herself. Sebastian’s cock kept moving even after it emptied itself, while his hand flew over her clit, jerking it off frantically, making the sensations between her lower lips burn even brighter than before. “Shit! Shit, baby! I love you! Yes!” Nyssa called out, her throat aching with the effort as she screamed wordlessly again and again as her orgasm thundered through her.
“Oh, Jesus. Shit,” Nyssa said as she collapsed into Sebastian’s arms, accidentally knocking him over onto the mattress. “Fucking hell.”
“You can say that again,” Sebastian said, tangling a hand into the back of Nyssa’s sweaty tangled hair. “Jesus, baby. That was one for the record books.”
“I’ll put it in the little black book,” Nyssa said, referring to the series of phone numbers and records they kept to run the business. “I’ll write down the date and say, ‘On this day Nyssa and Sebastian beat everyone in the world to have the Best Sex Ever. It’s over. It’s done. There’s no more competition. Good night.’” She fell into a fit of giggles, cuddling deeper into Sebastian’s side as he pulled her closer.
“That’s about right,” Sebastian said softly, rubbing the back of her neck. “I meant it, you know. What I said.”
Nyssa swallowed around the lump of her throat, taking a few moments to work up the ability to speak solidly without stuttering. “That you love me?” she suggested.
“Yeah,” Sebastian said. “That. I meant it. A lot.”
“I know,” Nyssa said, reaching down to tangle her fingers with Sebastian’s. “I know, baby.”
“If anything ever happened to you, I’d… I’d lose my mind, Nyssa. No. It’d be worse than that. I’d lose my… fucking world.”
Nyssa smiled and pecked Sebastian’s lips softly. “Well, it’s a good thing you don’t have to worry about that, then. We’re together. We’re safe. That’s all that matters.”
Twisted up together on the bed, glued to each other by sweat and cum and the sheer power of love, they fell into a peaceful sleep, letting their bones heal from the year’s events. They didn’t know what challenges would come to bother them tomorrow, but they would be ready to meet all of them head on. They were stronger this way, together.
They were more than a dynasty, more than an empire. They were a family.
THE END
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[Bonus Novel] MINE: Fury Riders MC
By Sophia Gray
Her heart, her body, her baby… it’s all mine.
She is sweet, innocent, naïve; I’ve got my enemies’ blood drying on my hands.
But she’s desperate for a baby, and I decide I’m the one to give it to her.
Twenty-four hours of unprotected lust – that’s the deal.
But she doesn’t know that once I get my hands on her…I’m never letting go.
At first glance, Josephine looks nothing like the kind of girls I typically screw.
She’s too prim and proper.
I prefer my women to be more like wild mares – that way, I get to enjoy breaking them.
But beneath the blond veneer and the pearly smile, there’s a frantic lust.
I can work with that.
Her mother is dying, and she wants to give her a grandchild before it’s too late.
So we strike a deal.
For twenty-four hours, anything goes.
Anything my twisted desires can conceive is fair game.
The only goal is for me to put a baby in her belly…
And then walk away forever.
But as it turns out, that’s easier said than done.
I never thought I’d fall victim to such a powerful craving.
Our time has ended, but I need her again.
I need her now.
And when I find out she’s carrying my son, that seals the deal.
Josephine is coming back to me, whether she likes it or not.
Nothing comes between me and mine.
Chapter 1
“Josephine, you have a call on line two!” Marissa popped her head into the small alcove the dental hygienists used to prepare their trays for the day.
“Thanks, Marissa. Who is it?”
“I don’t know, some doctor.” The twenty-year-old receptionist shrugged, popped her gum, and stalked off back toward the front desk.
Josephine grabbed the phone from its cradle and punched the buttons to answer the call. “This is Josephine. How can I help you?”
“Josephine, this is Dr. Kroger.” A wave of nausea hit her hard. “I wanted to let you know that after your mother’s appointment this morning, I sent her over to the hospital. She didn’t have her cell phone with her and asked that I give you a call. Now, I don’t want you to panic.”
Not panic? Her mother had scheduled a work up with her primary care physician after feeling unusual all weekend. Josephine wanted to go with her, but Meredith wouldn’t hear of it. She had waved Josephine off saying it was probably just the flu. But Josephine suspected the flu didn’t leave you with memory loss. Chunks of the weekend were missing for her mother, and even during a conversation she would forget a word, or say something completely wrong, using the wrong word for something simple.
“Is she okay? I mean, she thought it was just the flu.”
“I’m afraid not. I wish it were that simple. We’ll know more after the tests I’ve ordered. I’ll be at the hospital this afternoon when I’m done with clinic patients.”
“Okay, I’ll head over there now.” The blood wasn’t pumping through her fingers anymore, she held the phone so hard.
“Good. And, Josephine, keep her relaxed if you can. She was very upset. I understand she’s scared, but the more stress she adds to herself, the harder it will be for us to figure out what’s going on. Okay?” Dr. Kroger had been both her mother’s and her own physician since she could remember. He would take care of her mom, she knew that.
“I understand, Dr. Kroger. Thank you so much for calling me. I’ll see you this afternoon.” She clicked off the call and took a moment to breathe. No sense in running off in a panic. She was nothing if not logical. Her other was ill, in the hospital. Maybe she’d had a stroke. Maybe it was something worse.
“You okay?” Lisa, another hygienist, slid the tray of molds she’d been working on onto the counter.
“Uh, yeah. No. I mean, I have to go. Mom was just admitted to the hospital.”
“Oh, shit. She okay? I mean, of course not at the moment, but she’s going to be okay, right?” Lisa had worked at the dental practice for as long as Josephine; they were as close as co-workers could be.
“I don’t know.” Josephine sighed heavily. “I’ll let Cleo know, then I’m headed to the hospital. Maybe it’s nothing serious.”
# # #
Her mother slept, finally. The nurses had to come in and given her a dose of sedative to help her get some rest. Whatever was going on with her was quickly dragging her down. She didn’t feel ill, no stomach pains, no body aches, not even a headache. But something was very wrong.
Josephine had slept at the hospital. Dr. Kroger didn’t have much information when he stopped by the night before. Only that Meredith’s CAT scan showed something, but they weren’t positive what yet. She’d be having an MRI in the morning, which would give them more information. The last thing Josephine needed was more information that gave her no information at all.
In the last twenty-four hours, her mother had gone from being a little cloudy in the mind to being someone else completely. She’d be angry and raging one moment and sweet and soft the next. It hurt Josephine to see her that way.
Meredith Bridgewater had had enough rough patches in her life; she didn’t need or deserve this one. She’d married the wrong guy at a young age. The guy who didn’t like the idea of having a screaming kid running around while he was trying to watch football or play cards with his friends. The sort of guy who drank too much and was always looking for a fight. Meredith loved her husband, but she was made of sterner stuff. The first time he laid hands on her was the last time she saw him—kicked him out. Not that it was much of a kick, it was just the little push he needed to get gone and stay gone. Josephine didn’t remember him at all.
What she did remember growing up was her mom working desperately to make ends meet. They lived in a decent enough apartment, and Josephine always had food and clothes, but it took everything to provide that. Meredith worked as a medical receptionist during the day, and took a few cleaning jobs at night. Josephine would go with her to clean offices; some of them were great places to play. When she was older, she’d helped her mom clean so they could get home faster. Through all of that, Meredith never complained. She didn’t even speak badly about the jerk of an ex. What Josephine had found out, she’d pieced together from family parties and talking with her grandmother before she passed.
