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“Aren’t you gonna take off your pants?” I ask, nodding to his lack of indecency.
He holds up a hand. “I’m not finished praising you yet. So, hush, woman.”
“My apologies,” I tell him, humor in my voice. “Please, continue.”
He clears his throat and the moment his thumbs make contact with my pussy lips I jolt, shocked by the sudden contact. “Like I was saying,” his deep voice commands my attention. “I see you…on the side of the field with the widest smile when it’s my turn to step into that batter’s box. You’d never admit to it if I called you out on it, so I keep that little nugget of pleasure to myself.”
How does he notice these small, minuscule things? Things I don’t even realize I do. August makes note of them, like he never wants to forget. Like they’ll be something that matters one day.
Like today, I’m guessing.
“As much as it kills me to admit, I love that you see me. See the things I’ve always felt other people don’t,” I say truthfully.
“I think I was always supposed to, Tenley, and that’s not something I’ll ever apologize for.” Before I can respond, August sinks a finger inside of me slowly. He’s in no rush to get this over with, proving to take his time like he promised. His smooth voice invades me further, “Just like I’ll never apologize for being the fucker lucky enough to have you however I see fit. And before you try to fight me on it, save it. You want it just as badly as I do.”
I can’t argue with that. I’ve demonstrated plenty of mylack of opposition to begging. I love to be fucked, and in this case, at the mercy of August Graves.
“My lips are sealed.”
August grins, inserting another finger inside of me and curling upward. “Goddd,” I moan. “You know exactly what I like. But how? How do you know my body…this…well…” I pant on shallow breaths.
August grunts, removing his fingers and hastily bringing his boxers and jeans to the floor. “Because…”
“Because why?” My voice is choppy, and I sound nothing like myself, urging him to enter me but dying to hear his praise.
The tip of his swollen cock nudges my entrance, and it’s as if the room stops. Our eyes lock onto each other. Whiskey and sea glass—settling into the same wavelength.
He pushes in slowly, and my walls tighten, wanting feverishly to mold him inside of me. “Because…you’re it for me,” August growls, burying within me to the hilt. “You’re it for me, Tenley. And that…makes all the hate you’ve had for me worth it, just to be inside of you right now. At this very moment.”
“Oh…oh god. Yes, August. Yesss.”
His thrusts pick up speed as he rails into me, careful not to be too rough, but enough that it has my body transporting to another planet. Another planet where worry about the future and insecurity don’t reside.
“Am I it for you, Tenley? Are you my girl like I’ve always known you’d be?”
My eyes lift to meet his face. A face filled with nothing but love and protection. I smile brightly and instantly know what he’s thinking. “Don’t you dare say no.” He smirks.
Despite waiting for my response, August is so caught up in this moment between us, his eyes drifting from mine towhere we’re conjoined below. I can’t wait to be bump-free one day and see for myself.
One day.
“I…think I’d like to be.”
“Good,” August bites out, that golden-boy smile on full display. “Cuz I’m making plans.”
“Plans?” I question, tingles rolling down my spine as he rubs circles across my swollen clit. “Fuck. Yes. Don’t stop touching me. Right there.”
“Can’t. Won’t. Ever.” August places his other hand on top of my full belly, for leverage and for principle, I’d like to think. “Big. Huge. Outrageously permanent plans for us. You, me, and our son. I hope you’re ready.”
“Yeah,” I pant. “Yeah, I am. But first, shut up and make me come.”
His brows quirk, waiting on something. I roll my eyes and comply. “Please. Will you please shut up and make me come, August?”
“Of course, Mama. If I had known you were so wound up, I would have fucked you sooner.” His smirk combined with the pinching at my clit sends me over. “Atta girl. Love seeing how weepy this pussy gets for my cock.”
“So weepy,” I moan, my hips bucking wildly and my body succumbing to pleasure. “Come with me, bat boy. Afterall, you’ve got six to eight long weeks of no fucking ahead of you.”
“What?” he hisses. “Fuck. You feel so good. Talk about that later.” August grips my hips and slams into me again. “I can’t hold back, baby. Goddamn. To have you like this again…thank you. Just thank you.”
