PROLOGUE
“Oh, goodness gracious!” Katrina squealed as she rode the Sybian.
The Sybian was a pleasure machine designed for women, and watching Katrina fuck herself with it was a delight to Sebastian’s eyes. She was incredibly hot—a woman with no inhibitions when it came to sex.
Sebastian pressed the controller in his hand, shifting the tempo of the phallic attachment's vibration. It was just one of several synthetic rubber accessories for the machine. This specific one rotated while inside her, designed to stimulate both her G-spot and clitoris simultaneously.
Katrina rolled her hips, rocking back and forth as if she were at a rodeo. “Gosh, Sebastian! This is the best birthday gift ever!”
“I knew you’d like it,” he said with a smirk, hitting the controller again. The rubber cock rotated faster inside her.
Katrina’s body began to tremble, her eyes rolling back in her head. “I-I’m going to come! Oh, God!”
Sebastian knelt on the bed, facing her, and claimed her mouth in a searing kiss. She screamed against his lips as the orgasm hit her. He held her close, enjoying the way she convulsed at the peak of her pleasure.
He and Katrina had known each other for a long time. They had been classmates in law school, and she was currently an associate at his family’s firm. They were close friends. Well, more than just friends…
“Oh, my God. Oh, my God...” she whispered weakly, slumping forward as her body came down from the climax. “That felt so good.” She followed the words with a breathless giggle.
Sebastian helped her lift herself off the machine, then set it aside. She collapsed onto the mattress, and he lay down beside her.
Once she caught her breath, Katrina turned on her side to face him. “That machine is awesome, but I like your cock better,” she teased, her hand stroking down his abdomen to the erection straining against his gray boxer shorts.
“I knew that, too,” Sebastian boasted.
“Hmmm, I missed you, lover,” she cooed, reaching into his boxers to free his hardness.
It had been a week since he last saw Katrina. He was currently living in Talaora to establish residency for his gubernatorial bid. It had been a week without any action, and yet, here she was, having her fun with the Sybian he gave her first. But he had no regrets. He wanted his girl to be pleasured in any way possible. Besides, watching her enjoy the machine was like foreplay; he was sporting a painful erection right now.
“I missed you, too,” Sebastian murmured, quickly but carefully positioning himself over her. “Can you handle more?” he teased, circling her right nipple with his forefinger.
“Try me,” she challenged.
“Good.” Time for some action.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his tongue trailing hot stripes across her skin.
“Oh, Sebastian! Fuck me,” she moaned, writhing against him, pressing her body even closer. “I want you to fuck me really hard.”
Sebastian ground his hips down, rubbing their throbbing genitals together. “Aaah, you feel so good, Kat...”
Katrina matched his rhythm, coating his hard length with the slickness she had produced earlier.
“Aaah, yes! My nipples, don’t forget them,” she writhed as he kissed the swell of her breasts.
Her moans grew louder when he bit down gently on one nipple before suckling it noisily.
“Put it in,” she begged a moment later. “I want your cock, Seb. Now.”
He lifted himself off Katrina and knelt between her widespread thighs. He lifted her hips, then drove himself inside her.
“Oooh! You’re really so big!” she moaned as he buried himself to the hilt.
He began to pump in and out of her, fast and powerfully. Katrina undulated her hips, meeting every thrust.
“Gosh, you’d be the hottest, most fuckable governor in the country!” she shrieked.
He let out a short laugh. “It’s not certain I’ll win yet.”
“You? With your grandfather being the ex-Vice President and your dad running for Senator, it’s impossible for you to lose. Uuumph! Yes, oh, yes... just like that.”
“You have too much faith in me, Kat.” He increased his pace, pounding into her like a jackhammer.
“Oh, my Goood!” Katrina screamed. “Yes, yes. Don’t stop!”
She lay there, her breasts bouncing wildly, shouting expletives as she began to climb toward her climax.
“I’m coming, Seb. I'm going to come before you!” she squealed, arching her back. “Aaaaaah!”
Sebastian continued to thrust, his hips slamming harder and harder against her. He was close, too.
“You have to pull out,” Katrina panted. “I stopped taking my pills a week ago, and I fucking hate that emergency contraceptive shit.”
“You should have told me earlier so I could have used a condom.”
“Ugh. You know how I hate rubbers.” She ground against him again to push him over the edge.
“Kat!” he grunted as he felt the explosion building. “F-fuck! Aaaah!”
With a loud groan, he pulled himself out of her. He stroked his length, shooting his release over her breasts. Some of it splashed onto her chin and mouth. He released a massive load.
“Uuuhmmm...” she whimpered, massaging the fluid into her breasts. She licked her lower lip, tasting the drops that had landed there.
“When will I see you again?” Sebastian asked as they were getting dressed.
There was a sadness in Katrina’s smile when she answered. “This will be the last time, Sebastian.”
He froze. “W-what?” His brow furrowed. “Is this about your ex, who’s in the US?”
“Yes. W-well, we got back together. Last month, actually. He’s arriving in the country next Monday.”
He stopped buttoning his shirt. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
What the fuck? After all this time, did she still love the jerk who had cheated on her? He had spent months comforting Katrina while she wallowed in misery over what had happened.
Katrina shrugged. “Does it even matter?”
“We were having sex while you were in a relationship, Katrina,” he said firmly.
“What can I do? He’s not here. I have an itch that needs to be scratched, Sebastian. Call me cheap, but I’m not a saint, okay?” She walked over to the Sybian, which was sitting on a chair near the bed. “Thanks for this, really. I’m taking it with me. And I’ll always remember you when I use it.”
“I’ll do it,” Sebastian said as Katrina attempted to put the Sybian back in its box. He packed it away in silence.
The woman sighed. “Don’t tell me you still have feelings for me? We’ve already talked about that, haven’t we?”
“I can’t just order myself to stop loving you, Katrina,” he said resentfully. He was a fool. He thought he had already buried those feelings.
“I told you already,” she said, sounding annoyed. “I don’t love you, Sebastian. I’m only after the sex.”
They had been fuck buddies for three years. Or so she thought. Sebastian provided Katrina with more than just sexual pleasure. He had loved her for so long, ever since the first time he saw her. He couldn’t help it. She was beautiful, smart, and liberated. They got along on so many levels. But she couldn’t return his love, and he hadn’t forced the issue.
The first time they slept together, they agreed to keep it strictly physical. He accepted that; he was content with it. But he realized he hadn’t prepared himself for the pain of their eventual separation.
“I know,” he said nonchalantly. He buttoned the remaining three buttons of his shirt and picked up the large black plastic bag containing the Sybian.
“I’m sorry,” Katrina said apologetically. “I—if I had only known...” She sighed again. “Sebastian, you have to stop loving me and move on. Win the election, get married. Forget about me.”
Easy for her to say, goddammit.
He decided not to speak. What else was there to say? This wasn’t a court of law where he could file an appeal.
“Are you ready?” he asked Katrina, who was combing her hair with her fingers.
“Yeah.”
They walked out of the hotel in silence.
