Page 16 of Branded

“Sebastian—” My name comes out strangled, desperate, her hips bucking against my face. “Please⁠—”

“Please what?” I pull back just enough to speak, my breath hot against her soaking pussy. “Please stop? Or please make you come?”

“Don’t you dare stop. Make me come.” Her whole body trembling, her thighs shaking over my shoulder.

“That’s what I thought.” I dive back in, fucking her hard with my fingers, my tongue merciless on her clit.

Her orgasm hits like a freight train. She screams, actually screams, her body convulsing against my mouth, her fingers yanking my hair hard enough that I see stars. I don’t let up. I hold her through it, prolonging it, giving her another orgasm.

I stand slowly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, watching her. She is wrecked, chest heaving, her legs shaking so bad she can barely stand, and her neck is arched back with her head against the window.

Fuck, she is beautiful.

“See?” I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. “I told you we’d both get something out of this. Now can you honestly say you hate me after that? Can you say those words to me while your cum is still on my tongue?”

She shoves at my chest playfully. “I still hate you.”

“I know.” I kiss her hard, pushing my tongue into her mouth, making her taste herself. She whimpers against my lips but doesn’t pull away. “But I think I’m wearing you down,” I say with a laugh.

“You’re giving yourself a lot of credit,” she says as she rolls her eyes but doesn’t even try to hide her smirk.

I scoop her up without warning. She is lighter than I expect, all lean muscle and long limbs. She doesn’t fight; she just lies there in my arms, still catching her breath.

“I didn’t realize the sass came with my purchase,” I say as I carry her to the bedroom.

“Think of it as an added bonus,” she quips as she wraps her arms around my neck.

“Lucky me,” I mumble and a small laugh escapes her lips, and Lennox tightens her hold on me.

I drop her on my bed. She bounces slightly on the mattress, her blonde hair spreading across my black satin pillows. She looks so perfect here, the flush of her orgasm, slightly dazed—thoroughly used, and we’ve barely begun.

I strip efficiently, yanking off my tie, unbuttoning my shirt and tossing it aside. Her eyes go wide when I unbuckle my belt, the leather sliding free with a sharp snap. Wider still when I drop my pants and she sees me fully naked, seeing exactly what she is about to take.

I am hard as fucking steel, and I have been since I put my mouth on her. My cock juts out, thick and demanding, and I watch her eyes track down to it, watching her swallow hard.

I climb onto the bed. I grab her ankles and pull her down the mattress away from the headboard. “Spread your legs.”

“Sebastian, I’m still coming down from the last two orgasms,” she says with a sigh.

“Spread. Your. Legs,” I whisper as I lean over her. “I want to feel your beautiful body wrapped around me.”

She doesn’t hesitate—she moves her legs and I shift between them and kneel on the bed.

“Lay back and enjoy this,” I say, but she shifts and props herself up on her elbows.

“You’re big everywhere.” She reaches down and wraps her hand around me and moves it up and down my length.

“Ready?”

“Yes, please,” she says as she looks me in the eyes.

“Good girl,” I growl before I run my fingers through her pussy.

I position myself between her legs, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. I want her to feel this tomorrow. Want her to see the marks and remember exactly who owns her.

I thrust inside her in one brutal motion, and she cries out, her back arching off the bed. I don’t give her time to adjust, don’t wait for her body to accommodate me. I just take what is mine, burying myself to the hilt in her tight, wet heat.

“Fuck,” I groan out. “You feel incredible, like a vice grip around my cock.” Her pussy clenches involuntarily as she takes me with ease.