Page 129 of Bid For Me
Seb’s movement is slow at first, each inch of him stretching me in the most exquisite way, filling the empty space that’s been yearning for him. Always him.
The heat between us intensifies, a pulsing rhythm that matches the frantic beat of my heart. I can’t help but gasp, my fingers digging into his back as I adjust to the fullness of him. The pressure is overwhelming, yet it’s a pressure I crave, an ache that settles deep in my core.
He gives me a moment to adjust, his breath ragged as he pulls back slightly, his gaze never leaving mine. His hands slide from my face to my hips, gripping me with a possessive fierceness that sends another wave of heat crashing through me. “You feel so good,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “So fucking perfect around me.”
I whimper, my body trembling in anticipation, and then he begins to move, slowly at first, teasing, drawing it out. His thrusts are deliberate, the friction of him inside me sending shockwaves through every nerve. Each movement builds on the last, a slow burn that ignites in my veins. My body arches toward him, desperate for more, but he pulls back again, denying me the release I crave.
“Tell me what you want, Elle,” he commands, his voice low and thick with lust.
“I want you,” I pant, my voice breathless, desperate. “I want you to make me come. Please. Fill me. Stretch me.Fuckme.”
The tension in the air thickens, his body holding me firmly in place as he increases the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, more urgent. The sensation of him inside me is everything, overwhelming, intoxicating. My hips move in sync with his, the desperate, frantic need building with each stroke, each flick of his wrist, each caress of his lips.
“You’re mine,” Seb growls, his voice rough and filled with possessiveness. “And I’m never letting you go. You wanted to be ruined, Elle. But it’s you that’s ruined me.”
The words are like a spark, lighting the fire within me. I can feel it – the heat, the tension coiling low in my belly, ready to snap. My body tightens, every nerve alive and screaming for release. And then, with a final, deep thrust, I shatter, my orgasm ripping through me with a force that takes my breath away. I gasp for air, clinging to him as waves of pleasure crash over me, his name a broken prayer on my lips.
Seb doesn’t stop. He keeps moving, his thrusts growing deeper, more relentless, chasing my high as his name rips from my lips in a desperate moan. The sensation of him inside me, driving into me with unrelenting force, pushes me to the edge once again, every nerve screaming for release.
“That’s it, angel. Look at you taking my cock so well. So fucking perfect. Made for me. Moulded to the shape of me. Only me.”
“Yes! You!” I cry, incoherent with need from his filthy words driving me higher.
His hands grip my hips tighter, holding me in place as he slams into me, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing in the room, a symphony of raw, primal need. His voice, ragged and full of command, fills the space between us. “Come for me again, Elle. Let me feel you. Let me own you.”
I don’t know how, but the pressure builds all over again, so much more intense than before. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. All I know is him – his body, his scent, his touch. My heart races as he pulls me toward him, his rhythm steady and unyielding, coaxing me closer and closer to the edge once more.
“Bas,” I gasp, my body trembling, the coil in my core tightening impossibly. “Please, I’m...I’m?—”
“Come for me,” he growls, his lips brushing my ear as his thrusts become more urgent, more frantic. His control is slipping, but he’s holding on, just barely. “Let go, Elle. Now. Give it to me.”
With one last, deep thrust, I fall apart all over again. I let go. Iscream. The sensation is overwhelming, a bolt of pure ecstasy that floods my body, my mind, until I’m nothing but a trembling mess beneath him. My hands clutch him, pulling him closer as I ride out the aftershocks, my body convulsing with the intensity of my release.
Seb’s movements don’t stop, though. He’s relentless, the pressure of his body against mine unyielding, as he drives into me again and again, taking what’s his. My body quivers beneath him, every muscle tight, still trembling from the force of my orgasm.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” Seb mutters against my skin, his voice thick with satisfaction and lust. He keeps moving, chasing his own release now, the sound of his breath heavy in my ear. “God, Elle, you’re mine. I’m gonna fucking collar you so that everyone knows it too.”
My cunt pulses at his promise and I bite back a whimper.
“Bas, stop holding back.” He stalls, his rhythm faltering.
“What do you mean?” He asks as he looks down at me.
“I’m not made of glass and you’ve already smashed my hymen to smithereens, so let go. Fuck me like you mean it. Make ithurt.”
The growl that rips from his chest is unholy and he pulls out, making me wince. But before I can protest the loss of him, he’s flipping me over, grabbing my hips and jerking my ass up into the air. I barely have a second to breathe before he’s slamming home, and I scream into the pillow.
Oh fuck what have I done?
Seb fucks me like ananimal,rutting me into the mattress so deep all I can do is cling on for dear life, bite the pillow and try to snatch air as and when I can. He more than delivers on his promise to make it hurt, to ruin me, to brand me as his.
I never want to be without him. The thought of being empty makes me whimper and push back, begging for more, even though I know I’ll be walking funny tomorrow.
“Fucking. Perfection. Elle.” Seb grunts as his hips reach a staccato rhythm, his own release imminent. The bite of his fingers sinking deep into the flesh on my hips, the way he sinks his teeth deep into the juncture of my neck and shoulder, the explosion of his cum painting my insides, marking me ashis,is my undoing. I didn’t think I had anything left to give, but his orgasm managed to wring the final dregs of pleasure from my body, until we both collapse onto the mattress, heaving, as we try to catch our breaths.
“That was…wow,” I eventually manage to gasp.
“Just the warm up act, angel. Give me a minute.”