One Night Stand With A Jerk

So F**king Mine

POV: Zoey

“I had to, she was getting on my nerves.” I replied, grinning. “I can’t let her intimidate me anymore. I’ve endured too much from them already. I won’t let anyone walk all over me again, ” I let out boldly. He smiled as he pulled me close, and I savored the moment, the warmth of his body next to mine amidst the chaos.

“Don’t listen to anything she says, I won’t let you down, Zee, I promise. Together, we’ll face whatever comes our way.” he assured me. I nodded, feeling empowered by his words. He kissed me passionately, sealing his promise in a passionate moment of pleasure.

My heart kept pounding in my chest as his intense gaze locked onto mine. There was something about the way he looked at me, like I was the only person in the room, the only person in the world. His dark eyes smouldered with a mix of desire and admiration, and I felt my cheeks flush under his scrutiny. He took a deliberate step closer, his tall frame casting a shadow over me, and I shivered as his hand cupped my jaw, his touch firm yet tender.

“You’re incredible, my love. Meeting you is not by chance, and it’s certainly not a mistake. It was fate that brought you to me, Peaches.” he murmured, his voice low and husky, as if the words were torn from the depths of his soul.

“I can never get enough of you.” He confessed , looking into my eyes. His lips brushed against mine, a fleeting touch that left me breathless. I leaned into him, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, craving more of his warmth, more of his presence. Without warning, Sebastian swept me into his arms, his strength both surprising and exhilarating.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs instinctively locking around his waist as he carried me effortlessly up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time. My heart raced as the world blurred around me, the only constant being the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my ear.

“Sebastian,” I breathed, my voice soft and trembling, but he didn’t respond. His focus was singular, his determination palpable as he reached the top of the stairs and strode down the hallway to his room. The door swung open with a gentle push from his shoulder, and he stepped inside, shutting it behind us with a soft click that echoed in the quiet space.

Before I could catch my breath, he pressed me against the door, his body flush against mine. His lips crashed down on mine in a kiss that was both hungry and reverent, as if he’d been starving for me and couldn’t bear to wait another second. I moaned softly into his mouth, my hands tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine with a possessiveness that sent shivers down my spine.

“I get so turned on when I see you standing up for yourself, Zee.” he muttered against my lips, his breath hot and uneven.

“Your confidence, your strength, it gives me the kicks.” His eyes burned with pride, a raw, unfiltered emotion that made my pulse quicken. I felt seen, truly seen, in a way that no one else ever had.

Before I could respond, his lips were on mine again, his kisses fierce and demanding. He bit my lower lip gently, just enough to cause a sharp sting of pain that mingled with the pleasure coursing through my veins. I gasped, and he took advantage of the moment, slipping his tongue into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me.

My head spun as he lifted me once more, carrying me across the room to his bed. He laid me down gently, the softness of the mattress a stark contrast to the hardness of his body as he climbed onto the bed after me. He positioned himself above me, his weight careful not to crush me, his eyes never leaving mine.

“You’re mine, Zoey,” he whispered, his voice a rough growl that sent a jolt of desire straight to my core. I can feel my p***y clenching in desire, I can feel my juices dripping down my thighs, evidence of my arousal and desire.

“You belong to me now, Zee, and I’m never letting you go.” He confessed under his breath. His lips trailed down my jawline, his kisses slow and deliberate, each one leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I arched my back slightly, my breath hitching as his hands roamed over my body, mapping every curve, every dip, as if memorizing me. His fingers brushed the hem of my shirt, and I lifted my arms without hesitation, allowing him to pull it over my head and toss it aside.

The room was cool, but I felt feverish, my skin tingling under his gaze. Sebastian’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of me, his expression a mix of hunger and reverence. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the swell of my breast, his breath warm against my sensitive skin. I gasped, my fingers digging into the sheets as he suckled gently, his tongue swirling in a rhythm that made my toes curl.

“Mmmm, Sebastian,” I moaned, my voice barely audible, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he moved to my other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, his hands roaming lower, skimming the waistband of my jeans. I lifted my hips, giving him silent permission, and he hooked his fingers into the denim, sliding it down my legs with practiced ease.

The room was filled with the sound of our ragged breathing, the only other noise the soft rustle of fabric as Sebastian shed his own clothes, his movements urgent yet controlled. My eyes widened as he hovered above me once more, his chest heaving, his muscles taut and defined. He was a vision of raw, masculine power, and I felt a surge of desire so intense it bordered on desperation.

“You’re so beautiful,” he rasped, his lips brushing against mine once more.

“So f*****g perfect, do f*****g mine!” he affirms. His hand slid between my legs, his fingers tracing the lace of my panties before slipping beneath the fabric. My breath caught as he found his way to my precious jewels, teasing and pleasuring me. When he finally slid his already hard d**k inside of me, I was wet and ready to receive everything he offered.