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AUGUST
Is Tenley tipsy?
It’s possible.
But I also know Tenley well enough to know that she never does anything she doesn’t want to. She’s confident and typically doesn’t make apologies for things she does by choice.
She never backs down and never gives in to pressure.
It’s not like I’m holding a gun at her head, pressuring her to fuck me. I’m confident this isn’t her asking out of obligation.
No, it’s because my little venom is horny and will never admit I’m the one she needs to help satisfy her. Wants to satisfy her. And boy, do I want to.
She just doesn’t know it yet. Or maybe she does, and the little bourbon play we indulged in was the first clear sign.
I steer her into the small utility closet and darkness envelops the tight space. Silence fills the distance between us, the chatter from our friends diminishing.
Placing Tenley carefully on the ground, I waste no time taking my hand and dragging it through her bright blondehair. She’s wearing it down tonight in loose curls, giving me the perfect leverage to hold onto.
Expecting Tenley to speak, she keeps quiet and waits for me to make the first move. We’ve never been this remotely vulnerable together and I know disaster is bound to follow, but I don’t fucking care.
I’ve craved this woman for three agonizing years, and come hell or high water, I’m going to enjoy being inside of her.
Yanking her hair at the root, my voice commands her, “Turn around, little venom. Hands against the wall.”
With zero hesitation, Tenley turns and obeys. “Still got that condom, August? I won’t fuck you without it.”
I chuckle against the curve of her neck. “I do. But isn’t it funny how all it takes for you to listen is the promise of a good fuck?”
“I’m expecting a decent fuck at best,” she objects. “Although, the chances of even that are slim.”
God, I love when she fights with me. “You know it makes my cock rock hard when you get snippy with me. The way your soft blue eyes darken with an agitation I love knowing I caused.”
Before she turned, I could see the shimmer of them through the soft glow creeping from under the door.
“Then why don’t you do something about it?” Tenley’s ass rocks against my fully erect cock, covered by the thinnest pair of Calvin boxers.
Choosing not to answer, I lose my boxers and show her the condom I placed in the lining of my sock. “I always come prepared,” I tell her, tearing it open and sheathing myself with the coated rubber.
Unclasping both sides of her overalls, I yank them to thefloor with panties in tow, dying to be inside of her already. “Shit,” Tenley breathes out on a whimper.
My chuckle ripples through the air with amusement. “Been a while since you’ve been properly fucked, Tenley?” I gloat at her eagerness.
“I get fucked around the clock. Don’t go thinking you’re anything special,” she disputes, but her body betrays her as she arches into my touch at the center of her back. My hand palms her from the top as I make a leisurely stroke down to the thickness of her perky bottom. “Your body tells me differently.” I know she doesn’t need a verbal reminder. She knows.
A big part of me wants to kiss her before I fuck her, but I know that will be the end before we even start. This is me appeasing what Tenley needs without sparing her a chance to run.
Iwillkiss her one day.But today is not that day.
Running my hands up the sides of her long and lean legs, I coast to her front, and without warning, flick the top of her pussy lips, causing her body to jolt.
“Oh, god.”
“What’s my name, Tenley?” I ask, massaging everywhere except the spot she needs me. “Say my name and I’ll make you come before I fuck you.”
“Fuck face,” she pants.
