Perfect Bastard (by Mary D. Sant) novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63: No, I’m Not Sorry

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Hastis, he lifted my dress up to my waist and freed his cock. A second later, he was pushing deep into me, thrusting forcefully.

Tabbed his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist. Oh, my God. So good. I wanted to scream every time I felt him bury himself Insule We

I quickly lost my mind, feeling his lips close around my neck as his movements became more intense. The feeling of his broad chest rubbing and pressing against my swollen nipples was delicious.

“You’re such a naughty girl… walking around all afternoon without panties he whispered before lightly biting my earlobe. “Are you going to come for me

He began to murmur dirty things between each thrust, going harder and deeper, driving me crazy.

“I want to feel you coming and squeezing me hard… Fuck… So smooth and warm… Such a hot pussy.”

It didn’t take long before we both lost control, coming together intensely as we muffled our moans in a deep kiss.

I woke up feeling something long, hard, and warm pressing against my ass. Was it morning already? A faint light filtered into the room through small gaps in the window.

Ethan was holding me, his legs tangled with mine. Were we naked? Last night was just a blur in my mind. I didn’t remember anything after

dinner.

His hand traced the side curve of my body, from my waist down to my hip, making me aware that he was awake.

“Did I wake you?” he whispered near my ear, his voice deeper than usual, sending shivers through my body as I felt his cock pressing against my ass, stirring my desire. “Sorry.” He rubbed against me again, harder. “No, I’m not sorry,” he corrected himself.

Waking up to his warm body pressed against mine felt so good I could almost get used to it.

“Do you hear me complaining?” I murmured before rubbing my ass against him, eager to feel him inside me.

I closed my eyes, arching my back and resting my head on his shoulder.

“Touch me,” I pleaded, my clit craving the feel of his firm fingers.

His hand slid from my hip to settle between my legs as we both moved our hips against each other. His fingers parted me, then slowly circled with perfect pressure. He knew exactly how I liked it. Soft moans escaped my parted lips.

“Beautiful,” he whispered before kissing my shoulder. “So beautiful.”

“Please.”

I couldn’t wait another second. My whole body was begging, craving. His fingers moved from my clit to my entrance, wet and needy.

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“Fuck… So good,” he whispered through gritted teeth.

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Our lips parted as he lifted his chest, propping himself up on his arms and leaving me breathless. Spreading my legs wider, he led them, leaving me completely exposed before entering me again.

Bending over me, he plunged in, pressing my legs against my chest, going so deep it was almost too much to beat. The sensation made me

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“Oh God… I can’t…” I squeezed my eyes shut, letting my head fall back.

He started moving, and the sensation made me dig my nails into his biceps. I couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped my lips.

“Shhh… They’ll hear you,” he whispered.

I opened my eyes, finding a mischievous smile on his face, but I was too overwhelmed to care if anyone heard us.

I could only take two more thrusts before losing control of my body, feeling him fill me so deeply that the climax tore through me, so intense i thought I would pass out.

I bit my lip hard to keep from screaming as a tear slid down my face and felt my body come undone.

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“Are you complaining?” He raised a thick eyebrow.

Just a little scared.”

“Get used to it,” he said, but a second later, I saw the regret in his eyes over his choice of words.

“Relax. It’s okay,” I reassured him, looking away, his words pulling me back to reality.

It was our last day together. We would go home the next day. A strange sense of anguish hit me. I tried not to think about it.

“Did we do this last night?” I asked, trying to change the subject, but also curious.

“Don’t you remember?”

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“Nothing after dinner.”

“I think we all drank too much. I have no idea how we made it back here. And no, we didn’t have sex; I just helped you get undressed before

you crashed.”

“Taking care of me, huh? You’re going to ruin your reputation.”

“My reputation?”

“As a bastard.”

“Funny. Does that mean I’m starting to change your opinion of me?”

“I wouldn’t bet on it,” I teased.

But the truth was that he had really made me see him in a different light. He was still a bit of a bastard, but not for the reasons I initially thought–more for his arrogance and sharp tongue that drove me crazy. But I had to admit that I liked that about him a little too much, as well as his honesty.

In the end, he wasn’t a bastard who used women, just a man with trauma, who wasn’t willing to go beyond sex, completely closing himself off from any feelings.

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