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It wouldn’t be a sexually infused verbal battle if I didn’t make him work for it. “Oh, so now you’re my father?”
He smirks. “I can be your daddy if you’d like. Not really my thing, but could be for you.”
I cock my head to the side. “Could you be any more of a pompous ass?”
“Actually, I could.” He grins, stopping in front of me.
The freshness of his aftershave infiltrates my senses. God. I love a man who smells good—sinful. The mustache I love between my thighs is manicured to perfection. When August is traveling for games and I stay back home, it’s the memory of those soft bristles against the lips of my pussy that get me off in seconds.
“Let’s hear it, bat boy. Boss me around a little. I promise to be a good girl and listen,” I tell him confidently. “But I draw the line at daddy kink.”
His thumb reaches to draw out my bottom lip. The combination of his roughness to my softness is an unbearably consuming combination.
We’re going to combust to ashes. I can feel it.
“Does my little venom like to be dominated?” he asks. “Only good girls do as they’re told, and let’s face it, nothing about you is obedient.”
“I like a lot of things. You should try me and find out.” My tongue runs against his thumb, and the contact causes a shiver to overtake me. I don’t miss the hiss that seeps from August’s lips.
“Noted,” he whispers, eyes zeroed in on my mouth. “Guess I should get started then.” He leans in closer, hisbreath fanning my lips, and I feel my body awaken. The familiar sensation August brings out in me when we’re together.
Just when I think he’ll kiss me, he shifts to my ear and whispers, “Go stand in front of the table.”
God, yes.I don’t ask questions, just move.
Reaching the table, I tilt my head back, enough to watch him contemplate what’s next. He hasn’t moved, eyes drinking in my figure from there. “You’ve never been more beautiful than you are now, Tenley. Pregnant with our child and those alluring blue eyes filled to the brim with need for me. I can feel it from here.” His praise of me from a distance feels more intimate than if he were up close.
“Come touch me, August.”
A dark chuckle escapes him as he makes his way toward me. “I’m in charge here. Let’s not forget that.” He looks me up and down, lingering twice as long on my full breasts, straining against the scoop of my dress. They’re swollen and aching. “Now, what am I going to do with you?” His voice ticks.
“Hopefully fuck me,” I retort, growing impatient. “Or as promised before, I can do it myself.”
“We both know how well that worked out for you the last time. Wouldn’t wanna stir up old wounds now, would we?”
He’s such an asshole. But I fucking love it.
I shrug. “Well, in that case. Show me what you got, hotshot. Last time you fucked me it wasn’t quite up to par.”
I’m such a liar and a tease, but the sinister smile on August’s face tells me he expected my retaliation and appreciates it. “Liar,” he deadpans.
“Truth.” I smile, placing my hands behind me on thetable and leaning back. “Orgasm was a three out of ten. If that, really. Performance could definitely use some work.”
I’m all lies.
That’s all it takes. A growl so thick, it sends vibrations up my spine as August’s voice takes up precedence in our home. “Quit your bitchin’ and get on the table, Tenley. Time to remind you just how up to par my fucking really is.”
Hell to the yes.
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TENLEY
The table is flat and cold, yet I’m burning inside. An inferno level of heat pulsing through me.
“Spread your legs,” August demands before grabbing a pillow off the couch and resting it behind my head.
Even in the midst of his domination, he still finds a way to show he cares. To make sure I’m comfortable enough to be…ravaged.
