Page 157 of Falling Offsides

Holy shit.“Yes…”

One of my hands braces on the counter while the other closes around his on my throat, tightening his grip until I can’t breathe. Everything is hazy and I justfeel.

His savage assault overwhelming, feeding my reckless need.

The relentless drive of his cock into my drenched pussy. The it hurts like heaven on fucking fire. And I am teetering.

Teetering on my toes. Teetering on the precipice of something I can never come back from.

The pounding in my veins compounds to an endless throb pushing and pulling and God, I can’t hold it off anymore. I can’t teeter.

Not with his voice in my ear. “You know what I want, Snow. Give it to me. Drench my fucking cock.”

Rough fingers work me harder and his dick shallowing, grinding into that one spot that turns me into a shaking, soaking mess.

And I shatter.

“Auguste…” I fall, sobbing his name, coming so hard I blackout against his chest.

His grip on my throat loosens just enough for me to gasp in air as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through me. My legs shake violently, threatening to give out completely, but he holds me through the spasms, his breath hot and harsh against my ear. His cock buried deep in my pussy.

"There she is," he murmurs, voice dropping to that dangerous velvet tone that makes my insides clench. "My good girl."

The praise washes over me like a drug, adrenaline spiking through my scalding bloodstream. My vision clears slowly, awareness returning in waves. I'm still half-sprawled across the counter, one leg hiked up, completely at his mercy when he reaches for the jar of coconut oil on the counter.

His words filter back to the forefront of my mind as he opens it and scoops a very generous mound with his fingers.

Every inch of your skin.

I shiver with the trail of the melting oil on my ass. It’s still pulsing from the spanking he gave me.

Every goddamn hole.

I choke on my ragged breaths when he drips the oil slowly down my crease. Auguste’s other hand hitches my leg higher up on the counter, spreading me wider while he lazily shallows his length in and out of my pussy and his thumb circles my asshole.

A jolt of fear cuts through my body, and I clench so hard he groans, pulling out of me.

“Breathe, Princess,” he says, voice deep and steady like he’s concentrating on every probing circle of his thumb slicking me up for him.

I’ve never done this. Never… but… “Oh my God…”

The tip of his finger presses inside me at the same time as his thumb rubs through my slit.

“Fuck, you’re tight…” Auguste marvels, working me open.

Slowly, he presses deeper with a teasing grind, making me writhe with each knuckle he sinks into me. And just as I’m growing accustomed to his finger, he adds another. Repeating the process. Over and over until I’m chasing each stroke. Pleading for more. For his cock.

“Auguste, please… please, fuck me.”

I’m actively begging him to tear me apart. To punish me. To ruin me. To hurt me.

It doesn’t feel one bit wrong. The scariest part of giving Auguste this physical part of me I’ve never shared with anyone is that it feels safe.

I feel safe. Wanted. Seen. Needed.

“That’s it, fuck my fingers… stretch your tight ass for me, Snow.” His voice is tighter than ever as his cock inches into my pussy. “The best fucking sight. Your pretty cunt taking cock and your ass choking my fingers.”

He keeps thrusting in and out of my holes. Slow. Easy. Working meup to that point where I can't take it anymore. I need him to let loose. To give in and fuck. Fuck me like he hates me. Like this is it. This is all we have. Like I’m going to break his heart when all is said and done.

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