Filed To Story: Pretty Poisoned Novel by Elle Mitchell
“You’re coming, aren’t you?” he groans. “Fuck, I can feel it.”
As my pussy throbs around him, spots start to cloud my vision, and I dig my nails into his arm. He releases his hold on my neck and as I gasp for air, he shoves his cock into my mouth, thrusting into me while I choke. He grunts, gripping my hair and stiffening, and hot spurts of cum coat my tongue and throat.
“Show it to me,” he says, pulling his cock out. “Open your mouth.”
I do ask he asks, opening my mouth so he can see the cum pooling on my tongue. He runs his fingers through it and then moves down my body and shoves them into my ass.
“Oh, god!”
“There you go, little monster; just relax. Some of this is going to hurt.”
He leans in, licking and sucking my nipple while he pumps his cum-coated fingers in and out of my ass. I put my hands through his hair, holding him, letting myself believe for a minute that I’m with someone who cares about me because I can touch him; I can feel skin on my skin.
His mouth moves down my breast until he reaches my stomach and bites hard enough to draw blood.
“Ahh! Sebastian! Fuck!” I scream, wriggling beneath him. Tears well in my eyes while he sucks on that same spot.
“You wanted my mouth,” he says. “Be quiet while I have my breakfast.”
Sebastian sucks and bites at the wound for a few moments more before moving lower, his tongue trailing down my pelvis until he reaches my center. He licks up and down my sensitive pussy, moaning when he slips it inside me.
“It’s too much,” I whimper.
“No, it’s not,” he says. He moves his mouth to my clit, licking it, flicking it back and forth. He slips another finger into my pussy, fingering both holes while he works my clit with his tongue, rolling it between his lips before sucking it into his mouth.
“Oh, god ” I moan. I wriggle my hips against him, and my thighs fall apart wider. What he’s doing with his hands feels fucking amazing, but his mouth
My god, this should be illegal.
“Sebastian I’m going to I’m coming,” I whimper, my core tightening until I come apart, writhing against his face and fingers. He watches me from between my legs, his cheeks hollowing as he licks and sucks me through it.
Then, he flips me over, lifting my ass into the air before pushing his hard cock into my pussy again.
“Get it nice and wet, little monster,” he says. “You know where I want to come next.”
“Sebastian ”
I grip the slats in the bedframe hard as he slips out of me and pushes his cock into my ass.
“Oh, god!” I cry out.
“If it hurts too much, let me know. I’ll put you back to sleep. See how much I care about you, Teagan?”
His fingers dig hard enough into my hips to leave a mark as he drills into me. I whimper and breathe through it, trying to keep my knees underneath my body while he uses me.
“Fuck ” I arch my back and push against him.
“Fuck, Teagan,” he groans. “Right there, baby. Don’t move.”
He slams his hips into me a few more times before he stills, collapsing on top of me as he comes inside me again.
When he pulls back out, I reach behind me and grip his hair hard in my fist. “Don’t leave me,” I say, breathless. “Please. Just stay for a minute.”
“Teagan,” he says, his breath hot against my neck, “I haven’t left you in months.”
He presses his lips to my neck, and I sigh, relaxing a little. But there’s something about how he says itsomething not quite innocent, like the things he used to say to me at Rancho San Flores. And it’s not just that he’s letting me know he’s always watching it’s like he’s trying to remind me who did leave me.
Then, he kisses me, threading his fingers in my hair as his tongue slips past my lips into my mouth.
“I made coffee,” he says. “And lunch. It’s probably after three now.”
“In the afternoon?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says. “Your clothes are over there on the chair.”
He kisses me again, and then climbs over me and slips into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I sit up and flip on the light on the table beside me. Layla’s pink suitcase, the one I took from her closet to pack my clothes for the tour, sits on an armchair in the back corner of the room, partially unzipped and still overflowing with clothes.
Another relic from that brief past lifethat blip on the radar that recalibrated my brain. I’m almost afraid to open it.
Sebastian steps back into the room, pulling on those black boxer briefs and black pantsthe labelless ones filling the closets and drawers.
“I’ll see you downstairs.” He doesn’t complete the masked killer costume, leaving the room shirtless and maskless. “You look beautiful covered in bruises, Teagan.”
I don’t know what to say. He turns, leaving the room, and my eyes settle on the deep, angry scars on his back as he goes.
Once I hear his footsteps on the stairs, I clean myself up in the bathroom and then kneel beside that suitcase. On top of everything sits one of Luca’s hoodies. It’s whitehe looked good in white. I remember wearing it around the hotel one morning when he went to the gym after spraying it with his cologne. I bring the collar to my nose and inhale.
It’s been months, and I can still smell him. That hollow spot inside me hurts again.
I put on a pair of underwear, a bra, and some black denim shorts and then pull the sweatshirt over my head.
When I walk downstairs, Sebastian lowers his newspaper and looks at me, raising an eyebrow at the oversized hoodie.
“Don’t say anything,” I say.
“It’s 105 degrees, but okay,” he says. “By the way, I can read with the mask onjust saying.”
Ignoring him, I sit down at one of the barstools.
He made pesto and mozzarella sandwiches. What the fuck kind of Twilight Zone is this?
And they’re good, too. Either that, or I’m just starving.
“Is it okay?” he asks.
I nod.
“There’s kiwi in it.”
“You’re hilarious.”
“You know, if I’d known showing my face would get you to shut up, I would have taken my mask off earlier.”
I shrug, staring down at my plate. “I’m just taking it all in.”
He moves into the kitchen, takes out a mug, and fills it with coffee. “Here,” he says.
But when he sets it down in front of me, it splashes down the front of the white hoodie.
“Oops,” he says. “My bad.”
I look at him and scowl. “You did that on purpose.”
“No, I didn’t. Why would I do that?”
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