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Fingers thrust into my hair, lifting my head so I can hear every lust-laced word he says. “I’m not nineteen anymore, but even then, I had so many thoughts of fucking you from behind just like this.”
I shiver when he drags his other hand down my spine and over my ass before running through my folds and teasing my overly sensitive clit. “Me too,” I whisper, feeling the cool air return as he stands.
“I can’t wait to fill you with my cum. You’re fucking mine, Shortcake. Do you hear me? Mine.”
The whoosh of fabric and the burr of a zipper lowering heighten even more of my senses. I want to touch him and see him, but without that sensory input, I grow wetter in anticipation.
“I’ve always been yours.”
Soon, he’s curled over my spine, threading a hand once again tightly in my hair at the base of my head, his face dipping to place an open-mouth kiss at the nape of my neck. He can likely feel my pulse flying a hundred miles an hour.
Then he lines himself up at my entrance and thrusts in. A guttural groan leaves his chest as a moan flutters past my lips.
I’m so full, panting and wincing as I adjust to his size at this angle.
He pulls out and flexes back in, this time slower and deeper, sending my hips forward. The moan I release is unhinged as I stretch around his thick length. A strong hand grips me at the waist as he drives in with long, sure strokes, hitting that fucking spot every time.
I’m so sensitive, so wound up, it won’t take long. I back into him, chanting out praises, listening to the rhythmic slap of our skin. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop,” I rasp out, clawing at the floor as he issues more punishing strokes into my body.
“Then beg for it. Damnit, let me hear you cry out for it.”
I inhale quickly through my nose once his fingers snake around and down my stomach toward my clit. He’s right there but teases me by going no further. His thrusts are deep and I try to seek the purchase of his fingers. Only a few grazes of his calluses and he’ll send me over the cliff.
“Give me what I want.” He’s inches from my ear, his chest molded to my back, and his strong thighs bounce off mine with every thrust.
My hard nipples scrape against the planked floor as chills erupt all over. “Please, August, please. I want to—I want to come all over you. Please.”
At my breathy cries, August groans and rubs my clit the way I like it.
My core coils and finally springs open, sending me tumbling as I climax again. I stiffen in his arms, bowing my back as my contractions take over. It’s utter euphoria as August presses his thumb into my clit, extending my orgasm, my body trembling.
“Oh my god, fuck,” I wheeze, wilting.
August pulls out and gathers my limp body in his arms, but I put a palm to his damp chest. “Wait, you didn’t?—”
He shakes his head, his hair sticking to his forehead, his eyes still blazing with need. “I want to look you in the eyes when I do. I’ve spent a long time fantasizing what it would be like if I ever got to spread your body open wide again with no guilt over my head. You’re fucking stunning, and I want to see it on your face as I split you apart one more time.”
Dragging in a much-needed breath, I swallow and bite my lip at his admission. He can do whatever he wants to me when he talks like that.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
august
My arms flex as I carry her over to the antique velvet chaise lounge in my living room. The fact she likes me like this, feeds fuel into my veins. I’ve left the horror of my past, and in its place is a man who’s bursting at the seams.
My body craves and aches. Throbs and begs.
For Sky. For life. For the ability to live freely without that fucking sin over my head.
It wouldn’t have been possible without this incredibly selfless woman looking up at me once I’ve situated us on the lounge.
“Spread your legs,” I husk out, running my hands up her waist to cup her tits.
She arches into me and opens her legs with a moan once I flick my tongue over a tight nipple. “I like this side of you,” she says, angling her head down to watch me. Her hair’s a mess, her eyes dazed, and her cheeks flush a deep crimson. She’s fucking beautiful.
I like me, too, when I’m with you.