Hormones, one hundred and fifty-seven. Emma, two.
He tips my chin so I’m peering up at him. “I love you, Emma. There isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for you.”
The earnestness in his words hit me square in the chest. I didn’t realize how much of my heart was missing while they were gone. That realization hits me like a ton of bricks.
When did they become so important to me?
August knew before we all did. None of us believed him. I’d been skeptical at first, rightfully so. On day one, Rowan made it abundantly clear I was nothing and no one. Liam wasn’t very receptive, either. But Karl and August challenged every resistance and blew up every barrier I had in place.
My tears spill over again, this time blurring my vision. “August,” I choke between my sobs. He puts the shaving cream down and lifts me onto his lap so I’m facing him.
“I love you,” I whisper, looking into his eyes. Our connection, like the one I have with each of my guys, is powerful in its uniqueness. Each burns with an intensity I’ve never felt before.
He beams, capturing my face and pressing my lips against his. I hum, wishing I could stay in this spot and in this moment.
Deepening our connection, I whimper as our tongues move in sync. Neither of us tries to exert control over the other.
He presses three more gentle kisses against my mouth before pulling back, and I whine.
August laughs, running his thumb along my jaw. “Let’s get you shaved before I forget why we’re in here.” Then, he lifts me from his lap and grabs my razor and shaving cream.
He kneels between my legs. “Lean against the wall,” he instructs, and I scoot back.
Bending, he kisses my pussy lips, and I’m suddenly no longer annoyed with him, nor am I concerned with shaving. Heat licks my skin as he slowly lathers my mound before gliding the razor over my skin.
I lick my suddenly parched lips as my head falls back against the shower wall. Each pass of the blade makes me clench, sending a jolt straight to my clit.
“Keep still,” he scolds, lifting the razor. “I don’t want you to get cut.” Then, he begins his slow, torturous strokes again, and when I think I’m going to combust if he doesn’t make me come, he stops.
“August,” I plead, forcing myself not to move.
He stands, grabs the detachable shower head, and turns it to the high pulse setting. “Now, let’s get you clean,” he growls, rinsing away the soap. I feel him spreading the lips of my sex. “Open up for me, Riri. I need to inspect my work.”
Widening my legs, I lift my head, feasting on the carnal need displayed in his heated gaze before he aims the spray between my legs.
“Fuck! Please. . . please.” I cry, not knowing if my pleas are for him to stop or give me more. But nothing more needs to be said. Two thick fingers barely fill my entrance before they stop. He’s teasing me, swirling circles on my clit before pulling the spray away. Then he aims the nozzle directly at my bundle of nerves and my hips roll, lifting to match the pace.
I whimper at the loss of pressure when I hear the thunk of something dropping. “I need you on my cock,” August grunts, springing to his feet and sitting on the bench. “Straddle me.”
August holds my waist, ensuring I don’t fall as I climb on top of him. Positioning myself, I sink slowly, one barbell at a time, giving myself time to adjust.
“Holy fucking shit. I knew this would be even better,” he rasps, thrusting up as he slams my hips down.
“Yes,” I scream, feeling every inch of him bare for the first time. His piercings rub my walls, creating a sensation that makes my pussy clench.
August hisses once he’s buried to the hilt, and I feel so fucking full. “I don’t know if I’m going to make it. It’s been too long, and your sweet pussy is gripping my cock, demanding to be filled.”
Bucking his hips, August sets a grueling pace, and I feel so much all at once. “Don’t stop,” I beg, grinding down before I lift back up and slam down his length.
“Never,” he grunts, bouncing me up and down to meet each slam of his dick. His movements become jerky, and I know he’s about to come.
“Fucckkkk,” August shouts as warm jets of cum paint my walls, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he stands, and I wrap my legs around his waist and my hands around his neck as he carries me into my room.
I’m being lowered to the bed when he pulls out. “No,” I protest.
“Oh, I’m nowhere near being finished with you, Love. Turn over and get on your knees,” he commands, helping me.
August positions himself at my entrance, rolling his hips until I’m completely full of him. His fingers glide up my spine as he leans forward. Then he holds onto my shoulders, using the leverage to pump his length deeper inside.
One hand drops from my shoulder, but August’s strokes never stop. I feel a cool burst of air before his palm connects with my ass, and I clamp around him.
“Jesus. . . Fuck. I’m going to fuck you to sleep, then fuck you awake,” he promises, and my walls clench. The prospect of being asleep and being woken up on his dick is appealing.
August’s hand moves from my shoulder to around my throat as he sits back slowly, pulling me into an angled sitting position. Then both his hands grip my ass before he doubles his pace.
“Oh. . . hhh. . . shit. . . ttt,” I stammer. My voice vibrates with each bounce on his cock. I can feel myself growing wetter. The sounds of my arousal around him have me panting, edging me that much closer to my release.
“I need to see your face when you come, Love,” August states before he slowly pulls out of me.
Bending forward, I begin to crawl toward my headboard. “Ouch,” I squeak when smacks my ass.
“Don’t move,” he demands, halting me. Moments later, I feel his body heat. “Open those thighs for me, Riri. I want to see my cum dripping from my pretty pussy.”
Gasping, I part my legs. August growls, and my nipples grow taut. His cool tongue licks the length of my slit, sucking our mixed arousal. “W-August,” I breathe, fighting the urge to fall. “I need to turn.”
He hums, making me shiver. Then his lips are gone, and he’s helping me get situated. I’m lying back on my pillows when he fills me in one stroke, stealing the air from my lungs. Next, my legs are being spread before August is holding them open by my ankles.
Staring down at me, he rolls his hips, the muscles of his stomach flexing, showcasing every one of his abs. “You’re dripping for me. Your pussy is so fucking wet it’s dripping down my balls.”
I throw my head back when his hips snap forward, grinding down before pulling back and snapping forward again. Each time, his pace increases. I’m so damn close.
“Fuck. I could watch your pussy swallow my dick for hours, but I feel your walls clamping down on me. Do you want me to make you come, Love?”
My only response is gripping my pillows and rising to meet his strokes as my walls begin to flutter. “Oh shit, Ry. You’re so fucking-” He never finishes his sentence. On his next thrust, I scream. My orgasm rips through me with such force I explode.
August’s back bows, and I feel his cum shoot inside me. But he quickly pulls out, releasing my legs and grabbing his shaft. He stands, straddling my waist. He grabs my hair, and I open my mouth, sucking him down my throat.
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.