“Uh-uh. She’s all mine tonight. I’m not sharing.” August declares.
“That’s cold-blooded, but I respect it.”
I’m about to argue on my behalf when August grips my hip, pulls me into his chest, and presses his lips to mine, dissolving all protests.
“You can be up in arms about your right to choose after I’m through,” he mumbles against my lips, slowly disconnecting where they’re joined together.
* * *
We barely make it to August’s room before we’re both pulling off our clothes. Items dot the floor like a trail of breadcrumbs, leading straight to our tangled limbs.
August kisses a trail up my stomach.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited to have you alone- all to myself, Love?” Puffs of air caress my skin as he makes his way down between my legs. His arms spread my legs open, giving him a perfect view of my wet pussy. I can feel myself dripping in anticipation. His tongue licks a slow ascent, stopping to whirl circles around my clit before sucking it between his teeth. The sensation wreaks havoc on my senses, and I moan when two thick digits slide in.
August pumps his fingers at a frantic pace. His suction on my clit is relentless as I barrel over the edge.
“Fuck!” I shout. “Please…condom…now…inside me.” I babble with some semblance of coherence between gulps of air, and in less than a minute August’s rolling a condom over his piercings and slowly seating himself in my pussy.
“I’m not going fast tonight, Riri. Tonight, I’m going to wring every ounce of pleasure you have to give me and then take a little more.” He groans between each languorous stroke. Each drive is purposefully teasing.
If he doesn’t move…
I whine a sob, a cross between frustration and satisfaction when his waist swivels creating just enough friction to graze my clit with his pelvic bone but not enough to give me what I’m seeking. I’m so tempted to take control.
As if seeing the thought play across my mind, August rocks his hips back, leaving just the pierced crown of his shaft inside me before driving back in deeply. A scream gets caught in my throat as he sets the pace.
“I’m in control.” he growls, then switches his movements again, so he’s now hovering over me as his hips languidly roll. His hand reaches up and palms my breast, rubbing my nipple between his fingers as he lowers his mouth, grazing the hardened peak before biting it.
“Shh-itt,” I moan as he sucks and twists while sliding in and out. I feel the six sets of barbells gliding along the walls of my pussy as I match each thrust of his hips.
When he moves his mouth from my nipple, I cry out in protest until he silences me with his hand around my throat, lightly squeezing until my eyes roll back, exposing the whites of my pupils.
“Look at me, Love. Let me see those fucking gorgeous gray eyes turn metallic from how deep I’m inside you.” he orders, using his grip on my throat to pull my mouth to his. His grasp tightens as our tongues dance.
I can feel my vision blurring, but the feel of his cock buried inside of me while he chokes me is mind-altering.
With a nip of his teeth on my lips, he lowers me back down to the mattress, never once loosening his grip. Instead, he squeezes tighter on his downward thrust. My walls clench, attempting to hold him hostage inside me.
“Shit, this pussy is so fucking greedy for me, isn’t it?” he grunts.
I want to bellow ‘yes’ so loud that anyone in a five-mile radius can hear, but August’s other hand reaches down between us and begins to strum at my clit while tightening his hold around my throat. It’s still not enough for me to feel unsafe or like I’ll pass out. Instead, my body is buzzing at the overstimulation of my senses being worked. My eyes close of their own volition.
“Eyes on me,” he grits out when I squeeze around him. My walls begin to spasm. I can feel my orgasm mounting.
August’s fingers rub steady circles on my clit as he pistons into me, his dick pumping deeper with each stroke as his hold on my neck tightens to the point of hesitance. The fear is creating a sensation I’ve never felt before. My pussy clamps down hard. My back bows off the bed as choppy squeals fight their way out. I erupt, and my pussy convulses around August’s dick. I barely hear his cursed orgasm as his thrusts become jerky.
It’s not until I’ve come down that I realize he’s pulled out of me and is wiping me down with a warm cloth that I realize I must have passed out at some point.
“How long have I been out,” I croak, my voice hoarse from my shrill screams.
August doesn’t stop wiping the sweat from my forehead. “Twenty-three seconds,” he murmurs. He looks like a lost puppy.
“Why the sad face?” I probe.
“I lost control. I didn’t mean to choke you until you lost consciousness. I just wanted to heighten your experience.”
I quirk my lip. “I’m more than okay, Wy. I would’ve stopped you if I truly thought I was in danger. I enjoyed myself. Shit, enjoyed isn’t enough. I fucking loved it.”
He still doesn’t look convinced.
Sighing, I reach my palm up to his face. “Listen, from now on, if we ever do this again and I don’t feel safe, we’ll make a plan beforehand. Deal?” I suggest.
He reluctantly nods.
“Now come lay with me or fuck me again, whichever tickles your fancy,” I joke, making him smile. He scoops me into his chest, resting my cheek against him so I can feel the thump of his heart until it evens out.
Just when I think he’s fallen asleep, he mumbles. “I’ll never hurt you on purpose, Riri. I’ll cut out my own heart first.”
SEBASTIAN
It’s the day before fall break, November’s rushing to an end, and I’m searching through the personnel files, combing through all the information, and cross-checking it with what Liam has provided me. It’s taking longer than I expected. Some of the people who work here have interesting pasts. I’ve already recommended the removal of at least three predators, and by removal, I mean time with Karl or Liam. I’d take care of them myself, but I know they need this.
I stare down at Patricia Nelson’s name. She’s quirky, but by all accounts, everything checks out. She likes to spend her nights in the dungeons of Le Toucher. I place her file through the shredder. There’s no need to expose anyone’s private information unnecessarily.
The beeping of my phone signals it’s time for me to wrap this up. Opening my briefcase, I place the stack of files I didn’t get through inside and prepare to leave.
I’m locking up my office when I hear someone approach.
“Damn. I guess I missed office hours,” Emma mutters.
Placing my keys in my pocket, I reply, “I am done for the break, but if you walk with me, I can see if there’s anything I can help you with.”
She walks alongside me. “I think Miss Taylor has it in for me.”
I grind my back teeth at the mention of her name. One day I’ll be able to hear it and feel nothing- I’m still not there yet.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.