“I’m so sorry I’m late, the gifts were all taken to be checked before I was allowed in and there were so many…” she says, wringing her hand at the bags that she’s just placed on the floor. “Mom, what are you doing here?” Sebastian asks, frowning slightly. “I was invited by my daughter-in-law, it’s
SEBASTIAN. The need for her is clouding my mind. I want her, want to taste every inch of her, kiss every part of her… devour her… I bite back a groan as I squeeze her ass. How is she seducing me like a siren? Every wriggle, every movement, every breathless moan that leaves her only tempts me furt
I place two chicken drumsticks on her plate, and then on my own before adding the pie, and she smiles up at me. ‘Thank you,’ she says through the mind connection. ‘Always.’ I respond. I could get used to this. She’s made all my favourites from cheese and potato pie, grilled ribs and steak, roast
SEBASTIAN. I like when my girl is horny, and when she tries to take control. I love a strong woman, and this one right here is the perfect concoction of smart, strong, and fucking sexy. We kiss roughly, passionately, hungrily. Wanting nothing more than for this moment to never fucking end. She’s
‘I want that cock down my throat,’ she begs, running her tongue along her lips. “Your wish is my command.” I reply huskily. Straddling her waist, I reach down, grabbing her by the hair and slamming my cock into her sexy little mouth. Fuck, she looks so good with my cock in her mouth, her plush lip
ZAIA. It’s late, surely past two in the morning, yet we are both wide awake. That was… incredible… Pleasure still courses through me at just the memory, and my cheeks burn at the memory. Sebastian is an irresistible god that I love with everything I have. I’m sitting in the warm bathtub, soakin
“Let me finish,” I say, exhaling in frustration. “I can handle myself, Sebastian, this is what always happens. Just let me explain.” He’s frowning deeply and I really don’t want to be harsh, but I am going to have to say this. “I can take care of myself, Sebastian. For several years, I was alone.
He reaches up, picking a strand of wet hair from my face before cupping my face and kissing my forehead softly. His actions are confusing me. Why is he so calm? “When did you figure it out?” I ask him curiously. “It wasn’t hard, especially when you do the math. Somehow… I now complete the Sable T