by Jacqwin Hess
“Oh I fucking love-it,” Sebastian growled out, almost having said ‘you’ and he sealed their mouth, kissed her deep and hard, laying back over, unable to let her go. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him for the longest time, loving the feral taste of their mating them—the ultimate in possession! She turned him on so much, mindlessly licking over his lips, his face for her juices, and chin, mewling and moaning, never letting the kiss stop in her erotic haze she just couldn’t pull herself out of…and he didn’t want her too anyway. She was proving herself more and more perfect for him with each stroke of her tongue across him lips and face, each stroke of her tongue against his, sucking his tongue and devouring him.
He felt a little more confident about her state of mind and was now able to be a little rougher and nastier with her. He gripped her ankles, placing her extended legs out, feet up by the headboard and began to plow away at her darling little honey hole. He shouted out in ecstasy, gripping the bed and humping her cunt apart, jumping and lunging to get max force behind his jabs. He stopped suddenly, feeling her hands on his hips and chest, watching her eyes flash open and he cocked a dark brow down at her. “Now, you see why I would like to have your legs and hands tied up. Remove your hands from my hip, my body and put them back.” He stated and she withdrew them back, but he grabbed them and jerked them back up over her head and shoved her legs back up to the headboard. He slid forward and pressed his cock at her core. “Don’t move them again. I want to have and feel the total power to fuck you—my cunt—without any impediment whatsoever. Do you understand me? Keep your hole open and hands back—or I’ll tie you up for real!”
“Ye-Sebastian. Ooh,” Adri’s head was spinning, reaching back and gripping under the headboard and spreading her legs fully out. She heard his orders to open, relaxing her muscles of her pussy and opened herself to him. She was totally dying in pleasure as he slow fucked her for a few seconds and then growled out jarring and jabbing wildly at her anew, loosing himself in her once again.
He was totally fucking her up, just how she loved for him to and loved that soft smile she gave when it felt so good. Adri…was in raptures and Sebastian continued thrashing, pounding and riding her into oblivion!
Sebastian looked over to Adri as she lay passed out from her last orgasm and his head was still spinning. Unbelievable! He had brought her there to spin her head and find him a little less boring, but instead he lay there now, completely depleted and his head the one spinning—totally lost to her more than he ever was. “Ohmigod…” he sighed, rubbing his hands down over his face and then dropped down, closing his eyes, falling asleep next to her.
When Adri woke, certain words went through her mind and she tensed, thinking about them, having heard the cops outside and had ignored them, but couldn’t do it now. ‘Diplomatic Immunity. Back away and leave it alone. You can’t do shit about them. Repeat, the guy has Diplomatic Immunity. You can’t touch him. Leave’ or he said something like that, but she caught the two most important words. Diplomatic Immunity. If he was an American?...how did he have Diplomatic Immunity?! She kept her breathing soft and eased onto her back, looking over at the man next to her. Not for the first time, she wondered about him and who he was. A New York businessman, a successful one to be sure, but who was he to have diplomatic immunity?! What the hell? Not just anyone had diplomatic immunity. “Who are you…” Adri sighed, rolling back and closing her eyes, afraid of the answer and not wanting one.
Sebastian’s eyes opened and he stared at the back of her beautiful head. I’m the man who owns you, who will never release you. Who can do any fucking thing in the world I want with you, to you, for you or anyone in your life. I can pleasure you beyond measure or…decimate you beyond recognition or…both, and maybe I still will. She’d shit if she knew the car was my friend’s Daunte’s car, not trusting her to drive my own and…she thinks I have diplomatic immunity. Ha. Awesome. However, what’s not going to be awesome is Daunte if he ever found out. He’ll be so pissed.
“So when did you get into cars and shit?” Adri asked as they sat on the hood of the car, back at the test track now and eating pizza they picked up on their way back. The look on the employees face was hilarious, staring and hardly able to function. It was early evening now and the day had been so spectacular. It was perfect and she still reeling from the fact she was there with him, this unbelievably gorgeous brilliant man and he wanted her—all of her. He almost said “I love you” at the motel, she knew he did, but just managed the ‘it’ in there instead, having caught that second of strained hesitation when he was speaking. She wasn’t stupid, knowing it had just been him caught up in the moment and it had been the same for her, wanting to shout out the same words. Fucking…was one thing they absolutely excelled at and was just too perfect, for the both of them.
“And shit, huh?” he teased, lying back on the hood, putting his crossed arms under his head and looking over at her. My god, could there be a more beautiful creature on this earth other than her? I almost told her I loved her. She would have freaked, I’m certain of it, and ran as fast as she could. Baby steps, Darvaine. Baby steps with your baby girl and you’ll have everything you’ve ever wanted, in due time. “My whole life, being an engineer, I just naturally levitated toward it; anything tech, electronic, or motorized. Plus, my father was into all of that, too. My best memories of my father was all the time we spent together on cars, hours and hours together in the shop or gone to the races, that is when he wasn’t gone with his mistresses or with work.”
Oh no, family shit—too close to crazy mother shit. Think quick-think quick. “Is this your race track? Do you own all this?”
“Yes, it’s where I test all my cars or motorcycles…and shit,” he replied, grinning at her and running his hand over her head, gently teasing her wild, loose hair that never recovered from their foray at the motel. He suddenly laughed, having the memory of her at his estate, about to charge in with his baseball bat, thinking so save him.
“What?”
“You! Coming to my rescue the other day, charging in with the bat, ready to beat my mother with it to get her off me. You were so adorable. That was awesome.”
“Whatever. See if I come charging to your rescue again! I didn’t intend to look adorable, but scary. Vicious.” She stated, which only made him laugh out at that. She just ignored him, looking around them again and found it so quiet and peaceful. She wasn’t going to let that day be ruined by the memory of that horrid bitch. It was getting dark and they still had one more test to do. “It’s time to get back to it. Let’s go see what that beautiful beast can do. Show me the rest.”
“All right.” He sat up and saw Kelvy, one of his engineers, coming toward him. A sly, dark smile showed on his face as he looked at Adri—then it suddenly dawned on Sebastian why. Flying over and shoving Adri’s legs back together, he hid her naked pussy from the bastard. She gasped out, sitting up and then sliding off the car hood, jerking her skirt down, cheeks flaming red. She rolled her eyes closed, turning half away.
“They’re ready when you are, sir.”
“Good,” he replied, closing the pizza box and shoving it at him to carry for him. He grabbed Adri’s arm and jerking her in front of him, lightly pushing her around the car and getting her in. He then came back around and stopped, looking Kelvy right in the eyes. “And if you ever do that again, I’ll gouge your fucking eyes out, ram my dick into your head, and fuck your brains until you’re dead.” He then smiled and patted him on the shoulders, raising his voice. “All right! Sounds good? Let’s go race some fucking cars!” He then dropped down in the driver’s seat starting the car and taking off, leaving the fucking prick standing there to walk all the way back. When he did get back, he didn’t look at him and certainly not at Adri, the test of the cars turning out to be exhilarating in its successful run.
Sebastian stepped out of his office hearing a commotion and stopped seeing Daunte Fior marching toward him in a fury.
“What the hell do you
think you’re doing Darvaine?” Daunte hiss at him, his thick Italian accent echoing through the quiet office. He knew it was a scene, but he didn’t care and stopped before his business partner. He was absolutely livid at what he did. “How dare you let your latest twat drive my precious metta!”
“First of all, I’ve never had a ‘latest’ twat, so you better tread carefully when speaking about her and what you say or—”
“Tread carefully?” He stated and then shouted at him. “Tread carefully?! You’re cunt messed up my front end. What the hell did you do to her?” He asked, referring to his car and Sebastian stepped forward now, facing him down.
“I told you, you better what your mouth or you’ll find your precious metta crushed, dropped from a plane. One more word just one more—”
“You wouldn’t fucking dare. You love that car as much as I do. This…pussy really must be good to fry the likes of your brain and have you thinking with your dick. Maybe I’ll be up for asking her out myself. Let the little whore pay me back for fucking up my car. Keep your cunts out of my car! You bastardo!” He sneered and having said all he wanted, left before he said more than he should, leaving Darvaine to stare after him.
Two nights later Sebastian sent TJ for Adri again, meaning just to have a nice ‘vanilla’ night together, dinner and TV. He had good intentions. He really did. He watched Adri in his kitchen, loving the sight of her there, dressed in a too sexy yellow pant suit, her hair styled up on her head and makeup light and fresh. She was a vision, but it was having her in his space, the domestic feel around them and the natural way she just fit there that set his blood on fire. She popped a carrot in her mouth, her eyes glued to the small TV that was on as she tossed the salad for dinner. Setting that aside, she opened the two containers of To-Go meals she picked up for them and began placing them on a plate. She placed one in the microwave, immediately starting to fix the other and suddenly she gasped, pointing to the TV.
“Oh my god, Sebastian, look! Isn’t that your car from the racetrack?! The black one I drove?”
Sebastian had been too busy watching her to be paying attention to the news that was on TV and he looked to see the news report. Ha! Why yes, yes it is, my darling girl. B-U-T-Ful! I warned the fucker to shut up or…he made a descent whistle in his head and then a crashing burn sound of Daunte’s car exploding when it impacted the pavement. He watched the car on the screen, a reporter telling how it just fell out of the sky, and landed in the parking lot, thanking God it was empty and there were no injuries. He smiled, shaking his head and placed an arm on Adri’s shoulder, kissing her temple. “Relax, all my pretty cars are locked up safe and sound. It’s not mine.” He told her and it wasn’t a lie.
“Oh man! That had been so awesome.” Adri stated as she reached for the plate, which Sebastian quickly stepped up and took down for her to keep her from burning her hand. “I had really loved that. My dad would totally shit and secretly be jealous!”
They ate dinner in the small informal breakfast room off the end of the kitchen where Adri sat next to him, her leg pulled up over both his legs, asking about work and how he ever managed tonight, getting time to himself. She was shocked his phone hadn’t rang once and lifted her brow up at him, inquiring.
“Part chance and part threats.”
“Well, threaten more often, please.” She moaned, pressing her lips to his and then jumped up, pushing her fingers from her pants. “Excuse me. I’ll be right back.”
Sebastian had only lasted a few seconds and was immediately behind her, pushing the door to the bathroom open. He couldn’t even think or begin to stop himself, finding her too sexy in that yellow suit, loving how her ass just popped in those silk pants. Fucking beautiful! He pushed on her shoulder to keep her facing forward, her hand going up to the mirror and watching him, eyes filled with lust and anticipation, longing and need. In seconds he reached around unbuttoned her pants, had them shoved down and his fingers sinking in her wet slit. She was more than ready, pulling a leg out the rest of the way from her pants and Sebastian reached under her leg, shoving it up. He immediately drove his cock into her hot, wet cunt and began fucking fast and hard.
He knew she wanted him as much as he did her and it was stupid to deny themselves the pleasure of being together. He huffed and grunted into her neck, keeping a hard grip on her hair as he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, wishing the mirror was low enough to watch his cock pound her pussy. He was thrusting so hard her sweet little body was flying up from the impact of his cock each time he drove it up into her. Adri was hanging on for dear life as he fucked her so fast and hard. Both of their hands were up on the mirror to keep their balance and he watched her grip both of the round towel holders, arch back and open for him, wanting it harder. He reached down and got her hips in a vise like grip where he immediately began jerking her body back and forth to meet his cock. He literally battered her little hole and had that delectable body bouncing wildly against him, cunt massaging him just so…perfectly. She was so beautiful and he grunted, throwing back his head as he suddenly began to blow in his sweet hole, feeling her tighten and spasm around his cock, coming right with him.
Lying in bed some hours later, he sighed and looked over at her. “I didn’t mean to do that—have you over so I could fuck you, but…you’re just too hot and amazing. I literally couldn’t help myself.”
“Um, please. You don’t see me complaining, do you? Now, stop talking, giving B.S. apologies, and get over here and put that bad boy back in me.”
Which he gladly did!
Come morning, he’d just had breakfast and looked up when she appeared, having just bathed. She stood there with her hair let down, loose about her, and in his heavy long robe. She kept herself hidden back behind the wall out in the hall, peeking in at him and smiling at him. His cock instantly flared to life, thick and hard, the nastiness just bursting from his mouth without any control, in a dark quiet tone that even he didn’t recognize—as if the devil himself now possessed him. “Come, Adri, bring those pretty little holes of mine over here and let me get my morning fuck off of them.”
Adri shot up and gasped, staring wide-eyed and in shock from what he just said, how he spoke, but her tits tightened and pussy flared hot. Wetness instantly pooled between her legs the second he commanded her. And like a vice around her body, commanding her and moving her, she went to him. She had no control, feeling his gaze drawing her and commanding her. It was a force she couldn’t begin to fight, that made her come from around the wall and walk to him. She couldn’t take her eyes off of his, glued to him like magnets, seeing how gorgeous he was, smelling the hard, okay, manly scent of his expensive cologne and dressed in that black suit and that light blue tie. Fuck he is so beautiful. She walked down the length of the huge dining room where he sat at the end of the dining table, stopping next to him.
He reached up and jerked at the ties of the robe, pulling them apart, then shoving the robe open and looking over her naked body. Her eyes dropped down at his very noticeable, massive erection through his pants. She gasped as he crudely shoved a finger between her pussy folds, fingering them apart and slicking his finger from back to front, scooping her wetness and then bringing it to his mouth. “Sweet fucking divinity!” He grabbed her by the waist and effortlessly lifted her up onto the table. Then he jerked at his belt, button, and fly, reaching in and jerking out his cock. “Oh yeah, all mine. Hands kept on the table and legs spread the whole time and don’t move them unless I say otherwise.”
“Yes, Master!” Adri cried out when he dove in, his tongue forcing her folds apart, eating her brutally as he grasped and jerked his cock. He stopped suddenly, slumping down, jerking her roughly off the table and right down onto his dick, filling her up. He leaned back, placing his hands on the arms of the chair.
“Now, pump that tight hole of mine on me. Milk me, Baby Girl, and milk it good; fuck it until I lose skin!” he growled at her and gripped the back of his chair, literally feeling her cunt cream thicker down his
cock, as she always did when he commanded her, loving it! Loving all of it. She moaned out, throwing her head back and immediately began riding him so perfectly, bouncing and fucking him. She held tight to the sides of the table, worked her legs over the arms of the chair, and used them to pump her pussy quickly…and then viciously, wildly, having their bodies smacking loudly with each colliding hit. She finally couldn’t hold that position anymore and reached behind him, grasping the chair back, she shimmied those beautiful hips, bouncing wildly, flying high and slamming down hard, stabbing her cunt and opening herself deep, taking him to his balls. She then smiled as she suddenly stopped on him, making him shout and growl out, jerking into a deep arch as she clamped those sweet muscles hard down on him. She began jarring in that certain way that had him dying in utter ecstasy, bliss and blacking his mind out as his cum blasted out of the slit of his dick. He was moaning with each jet that shot out of him, streaming and making her grow an arrogant smile when she felt it. And then his precious Adriaunn took it to a whole other level and he froze when she leaned down and took his cock into her mouth. And there is was, that beautiful blessed sound that was now like music to his ears, hearing that certain mewling and erotic joyful moaning that signaled how she was in her dark place. She totally let her manic demon take over, coming out of her, which drove her to do such bold acts on him. He stayed there, running a gentle, loving hand through her hair as he let her stay, let her…indulge. He enjoyed the mental electric spark that blasted through her brain when ‘eating’ cock, getting a high from the action. He jerked, arched back and gripped the end of the table so hard he was white-knuckled when she suddenly sucked it so hard, she swallowed his soft flesh whole. He was in ecstasy, his cock not softening, remaining hard and huge. He was crazed himself from it, unable to control himself with the sight of her down on her knees before him, in servitude and he gripped her head with both hands, getting a vicious hold of her. He watched her eyes roll closed when he stabbed in a certain spot and watched her and felt her gag. He kept doing it over and over, choking her and forced her to keep sucking and holding him in her throat. He raged hard in her throat, his semen still spewing out of him and rammed her brutally, wholly onto his dick. He didn’t want it to end. It felt so…unbelievably good. Stunning! He kept her shoved on it, held her down, letting her off for a moment to breathe and she rammed herself fully back on it when she was ready. He suddenly shot up and tensed, gripping the edge of the table when she began scraping her teeth at the base of his cock—screaming out around his cock, which sent vibrations all around his dick—keeping a vicious hold on her head and jerked with each massive blow into her. Oh fuck she was spectacular. A gift from the heavens made just for me. How do I ever…deserve this? Her? It was so amazing and now he just stood there in the euphoria of his orgasm, feeling the beautiful endless pleasure of her sucking mouth, keeping, sucking him clean.
