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Because, front and center, is my entire world. The mother of my child, and the child inside of her that I plan to set the best example for.
They’re it for me. They’re my home.
38
TENLEY
8 Months Earlier
“Fuck yeah. That’s it. Take my cock.”
“Just make me come,” I chant, my head falling back from the pulling of my hair. It all feels too overwhelming.
Too good. Too close.
What am I doing? Am I seriously being railed by August Graves in the storage closet at Joe’s? I am, and I’m not sure I have an excusable reason why.
We don’t fuck. We barely even talk without fighting. So this? It’s purely because I want it. Nothing else.
Just a thick cock to satisfy my little craving.
Tomorrow, mom-mode begins.
I can’t ignore the way my body literally purrs as August rams his massive cock inside of me right now. Although I can’t see it, I can feel it. I’ve never felt this full. Not even with my dildo. But there’s no chance in hell I’ll ever tell him that.
August has enough confidence for himself and every other man in the world combined. All he cares about are his stats on the field and the effect he has on women.
He can never know I’m one of those affected.
Being tipsy is the only justifiable reason August would ever expect me to willingly be in this…predicament right now. Although it feels a lot like a reward if you ask me.
He’s been flirty with me for years, offering up his bedroom services like it’s his damn job, and I’ve declined. Hastily declined, I might add.
Until now, and I have no good reason but because I’m horny and feeling risky.
It’s unlike me, but it’s too late to overthink it.
“You’re sexy, little venom. Rolling your hips like a porn star.”
I nudge his toe abruptly, panting as he strums my clit.
His deep chuckle invades my ear. “I can work with a little pain,” he mumbles before pinching my clit, causing me to cry out. “Quiet. Wouldn’t want our friends to know how well I’m fucking you.”
“Just get me off, bat boy. Your chatting is making me dry.”
Another laugh and another thrust I feel in my stomach. “You hear that?” He teases me, drawing my attention to the slick sound silencing the room. “Sounds like pleasure. Raw and primal pleasure.”
“Oh…” It’s the way he rotates his hips against mine and shoves my face into the wall. It has my eyes growing hazy and my core quivering. The pressure on my clit is numbing, and before I can stop it, I’m coming stronger than ever before. “Yes. Yes,” I moan, forgetting where I am.
“Take it,” August groans, chanting the words over and over again. “Finally. Finally, I get to have you.”
Those words. Words that take me by surprise and feel like much more than a sexual chant out of lust. No, because August says them with pride and meaning.
Like he’s been holding it in for years.
My orgasm settles, and the moment he spills inside of me, his head falls forward to my back, and I feel his next words wash over me like a cold shower. “They’ve never been enough. But you…you are.”
The women.The hookups and revolving door of bedwarmers.
