Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Casey's POV

Sebastian pulled away from me, his eyes still burning with a deep and suffocating lust.

“I will be right back,” he said, his gaze flicking toward the door at the far end.

He moved away while I remained seated there in my seat. A part of me wanted to get up on my feet and follow behind him, as all I wanted right now was him and nothing more.

I mean, he just has a way of making me want him. At first I thought it was the alcohol from the night before that pulled me to him, but now I know better.

He soon returned. “Now come to me,” he said, having his seat on the sofa in his office.

Almost like I was being pulled by a thread I couldn’t resist, I found myself standing on my feet and slowly walking towards him.

Every fiber in my body screamed at me to turn around, to leave before it was too late and before I ruined my future marriage, but that burning sexual desire in my belly kept pushing me forward.

That reckless, aching desire that silenced everything else. Then I saw him.

Sebastian was sitting on the edge of the sofa like sin personified. His legs were spread, as well as his hands, which were calling to me.

His shirt was partly unbuttoned, with sleeves rolled to the elbows, exposing those sculpted forearms.

His eyes locked onto mine, sharp and blazing. The tension in the room pulsed with every breath we took.

I walked toward him slowly, deliberately, until I was close enough that our warm breath mingled.

“I want you to take me,” I said, my voice steady, even though I was ashamed of my actions. I knew I was going to regret it after this, but this desire was everything to me at this moment.

He didn’t flinch, but his lustful eyes grew darker.

“No, today, it's going to be different.”

The word hit like a slap. My breath caught.

“Different how?” I asked, my tone still low, as my eyes never left his.

“Because I don’t want desperation,” he replied coldly. “I want surrender. So say it right,” he added, while I swallowed hard.

A slow flush crept up my neck. My pride screamed in protest, but I swallowed it like poison. I stepped closer, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Please… take me. I'm ready,” I begged, while he smirked.

His eyes narrowed before speaking up. “Louder,” he said.

I bit my lip. My pride shattered further, but I said it anyway. “Please, Sebastian. I’m begging you. Take me.”

He rose slowly, each step he took making me feel smaller, more naked, even before I actually was. He stopped just inches from me, towering.

He studied me for what felt like forever. I could feel his eyes on every inch of me.

“Good girl,” he murmured finally.

Then, without any warning, he pulled out his top at once.

God! Those pecs, that physique of his.

My eyes flared up; I could barely contain myself.

Then he moved beside me, working a hand underneath my back so he could lower the zipper of my dress. I stared at him wide-eyed; my body felt so numb to his burning touch.

Opening the zipper down the back of my dress, Sebastian removed my dress all the way down to my armpit, exposing my firm and thick boobs.

I felt a little bit of embarrassment as Sebastian fixed his gaze on them. Then with a grin on his face, his hands moved, carefully brushing my nipples till my tits began to quiver.

“You're getting very wet, huh?” he said, his voice low.

Then, Sebastian bent over to my boobs and then snaked a tongue on one of my erect nipples.

I shivered at the warm feel of his saliva and the soft feel of his tongue caressing my nipple. Excitement sizzled through my veins as my pussy was getting wetter and wetter by the minute.

Then, he basketed my tits between his firm hands, shoving my nipples together. Then he began to lick them all over.

“Ahh…” I let out a sharp moan, my body giving under his touch.

“Sebastian… Oh….Ahhh!!”

His tongue was doing marvelous things to my tits.

Then he pulled away. “Strip,” he said, voice flat and commanding.

I hesitated, breath hitching. My fingers trembled as I reached behind to unzip my dress fully.

The fabric slipped off my shoulders and pooled at my feet. I was naked, utterly bare and naked before him.

Then, his gaze dropped to my body.

A strong wave of heat flooded my cheeks.

I instinctively covered myself, arms crossing in front of my most vulnerable parts.

“Playing games, huh?” he teased, that smug grin tugging at his lips. Before I could respond, he moved towards me. So fast.

His hands were on my waist, pulling me closer. His touch was warm, steady, and somehow both comforting and terrifying.

He bent his head, inhaling me.

“You smell heavenly, baby,” he whispered, and his breath tickled my skin.

I shivered at the warm breath on my neck.

Something unfamiliar and consuming spread through me.

My mind was screaming at me to run now, but my body stayed. And even worse… it was enjoying it.

Then his hands roamed downward, over the curve of my backside and then to my butt. He used his firm hands to grab them, squeezing them at will.

My body throbbed at his harsh use of me.

I gasped, knees shaking as those dormant cravings stirred to life.

Sebastian began to kiss downward along my body. Every feel of his lips on my bare skin seemed to ground me.

Then, I felt it sharp. “Ahh...” A sharp moan escaped my lips before I knew it.

His hands moved over my cunt mound and dipped between my thighs.Then, gently, he began stroking up and down on my soft, wet gash.

Then he pulled away, seductively licking the wet, sticky gash on his middle finger in front of him.

Then, without warning, he lifted me like I weighed nothing, setting me down gently on the sofa.

He hovered over me, his presence overwhelming. I didn’t speak; I couldn’t. My body took control.

His lips crashed into mine, his hands moving with bold confidence, kneading and cupping my breasts.

“Uh!! Fuck me!!... Ahh”

I moaned loudly against his mouth as he kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring mine with shameless hunger.

We were both greedy and starving.

That burning desire clawed at me from the inside.

I whimpered when he tugged and teased my nipple with his fingers before drawing it into his mouth.

Then he moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses down my stomach until his tongue met the space between my thighs.

I moaned even louder as he lashed his tongue over the chasm of my center.

My hips jerked as I felt his tongue between me.

He tasted me like I was his favorite meal. I was shaking and moaning, so close—almost cumming…

But he stopped. He stood, stripped, and I saw him fully this time.

My breath caught at the sight of his large and hard cock. I could’ve run. I should’ve. But I didn’t.

I couldn’t move. My body ached for more.

His shaft was hard, proud, and intimidating.

He reached into the drawer, slipped something on, and returned to me.

Our lips collided again, our moans echoing off the walls as he pressed himself against me. I wanted it.

God, I needed it. When he pressed the tip against me and entered, I winced. The pain flared, sharp and hot.

“Harder pancake, should I go faster?” he asked, his breath heavy. I nodded, biting my lip.

“You’re doing good,” he whispered, kissing me gently.

He began to move, slowly at first, one hand on my waist, the other stroking that sensitive spot above. The pain softened, dulled… Then turned into pleasure.

He went deeper, harder.

My body began to move with his, syncing to a rhythm I’d never known but somehow understood.

I wanted to remember everything.

Most of all, the sweet and aching heat curling deep in my belly. I felt it building… It was going higher… I was cumming.

Until it snapped.

“Ah!” I cried out, our voices merging in release.

My body trembled as the waves rolled through me. I clutched the sheets like a lifeline, panting beneath him. He didn’t move.

He just stared down at me, in some twisted way, like I was something he owned. Then he leaned down and kissed my jaw, my throat…

And then I felt it. His tongue was on my neck like I was some kind of juice. I gasped from pleasure; I have never had someone do all he does to me before. It bloomed through me like a drug.

I arched into him, craving it. When he pulled back, I wished he could do it again because I had enjoyed every bit of it. Somehow I wish he was the one I was meant to be married to, and not Kelvin.

I pulled my dress over my body with shaky hands, my breath still uneven, my legs still weak from everything that had just happened.

My mind still struggled to accept the fact that I just had the best sex of my life twice in two days. But not just anyone else, but my fiancée’s uncle at that too. It was so embarrassing but also amazing.