Throwing my head back, I grit my teeth, pulling her mouth from me. “Seconds, babe,” I groan.
Jumping up from the ground, she shimmies out of her jeans and thong before straddling me, taking my quivering cock into her hand as she lowers herself down. I groan as she moans.
“Babe, lift your top up…I need to see your breasts.”
She doesn’t need telling twice and shoves her top above her breasts before releasing the front clasp of her bra.
She’s beautiful.
Arching back slightly, she holds on to my thighs and starts to ride me. She’s so wet as my cock glides in and out of her tight, wet cunt. I smile as I think about the word and how it embarrasses her, but I know it turns her on to hear it.
Watching her ride me, I know I’m not going to be able to last. Her breasts are bouncing with momentum, her nipples hard along with my dick.
Feeling lightening strike my balls, I reach up, pinching and rolling her neglected nipples.
“Oh God, Sebastian. Help me. I’m close.”
“Me too baby.”
I can’t hold on anymore as I lengthen and widen inside her. “I want to feel your cunt squeezing me.”
“Sebastian. Ahhh–” she screams.
Shit. I grasp her hips holding her tight against me as I shoot semen inside her. Coating her walls while she shudders and shakes on top of me collapsing onto my chest.
With my arms tight around her, our breathing gradually starts to even out with small aftershocks running through Carla, when I whisper, “Cunt.” She clenches around me.
I start to laugh. “Don’t you dare tell me you don’t like that word because I now have evidence it turns you on.”
She groans and buries her face into my neck.
“And you know. You never did answer my proposal?”
She raises her head and frowns down at me. “Yes, I’ll marry you. Yes, I’ll have six babies.” She grins, as my eyes get wide. “And yes, I will love nothing more than helping you to build our home here. Which room did you propose to me in? Oh my God. Which room did we just have sex in?”
Roaring with laughter, I pull her down to me. “We’ve just christened the kitchen babe, but I think we’ll have to christen the kitchen counters eventually.”
“Hmm, I like the sound of that.”
Chapter 37
Carla
I’m engaged. I’m engaged. If I say it often enough it might actually sink in. No matter how many times I look at my ring it makes butterflies flutter around my stomach. Sebastian had told me last night on the way back to the apartment that the ring belonged to his grandmother, which made it all the more special and all I wanted to do was shout it from the rafters.
Sebastian’s idea was to avoid his mom for a week or so before telling her we’re official, but somehow I don’t think that will work.
It’s so frustrating having to constantly have a baby sitter because of the bastard after me, and consequently my brother. Gary, I hope, is going to get what’s due to him because he needs stopping. My only worry is that he’s going to harm Sebastian, Ramon or one of the others. I know Sebastian has told me they can look after themselves, but it still scares the crap out of me.
Sighing, I hold my hand up again to look at my ring, the sun catching through the windows, setting the ruby alight.
If I thought for one minute that Ramon would be a help, I’d drag him to the bridal boutique a couple of blocks over, but I’ve shopped with Ramon once and that was enough to last me a lifetime. Oh, he’s my best friend, someone to talk to, drink with, pick me up when I’m down, but shopping, hell no.
In fact, I’m waiting for Ramon to finish his conversation on his cell before he takes me out for coffee. His idea of celebrating is Starbucks, which we’re lucky enough to have next door.
He’d been stunned at first when I came home wearing an engagement ring and before he congratulated us, he acted like my big brother and read the riot act to his own brother. I wasn’t too sure whether or not they’d end up fighting.
It had all ended well with Sebastian making love to me in my bed, quietly because Ramon had stayed home, as he needed his office first thing. But heck, it was his apartment, and I sure didn’t want to kick him out of it full-time.
Hearing Ramon’s office door open, I peer over the sofa, which I’ve been laying on waiting for him.
“You done?”
“Yeah. I’ve worked up a thirst. You ready?” he asks, collecting his keys from the counter waiting for me to join him.
Jumping up from the sofa, I pull on my sneakers and follow him out of the apartment and into the elevator.