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“Yesss,” I moan. “Just finger me already, August, or I’ll do it myself.”
He chuckles, making no effort to rush. “We both know how well that worked out for you last night.” He rubs tantalizingly slow circles across my clit and I bite back a sob. “Mmm. Yeah, nothing like the real thing. Isn’t that right?”
Growing impatient, I wrap my arms around August’s neck and begin to rock my hips, urging him to enter me. “I’m waiting, August. Fuck me with your fingers or I’ll find another man who can.”
Gone is the man with sweet words and compassion in his touch. A growl escapes his lips before two fingers plunge deep inside of me. “The only man worthy enough to touch you is me. You understand my words, Tenley?”
I nod, riding his fingers and throwing my head back. The sensation feels fucking amazing and like everything I’ve been searching for.
There truly is nothing like the real thing.
“Oh god,” I moan, not caring if the neighbors below us can hear.
“That’s it. Fuck my fingers. I’ve got you.”
Tingles spread from my toes to the top of my head, and the bottomless vibration builds inside of me. August has only been inside of me once, and yet he needs no instruction on how to pleasure me.
He knows what my body needs without having to ask. And thank fuck for that because I’m the kind of woman who will gladly take matters into my own hands if a man can’t perform.
August doesn’t have that problem.
“You look perfect, Tenley. Your pussy is strangling me. Holding onto me like a fucking vise. God, I can smell you from here,” August groans, thrusting his fingers in and out, his eyes never leaving mine.
“More,” I chant. “I need more.”
His dark chuckle is sexy. It feels too good to have him in the light of day like this, making me forget why I shouldn’t be hooking up with him to begin with. “Dirty girl,” he groans, shoving a third finger inside of me and curling it deep.
Yep, that’ll do it.
“Let me hear it, Mama. Tell me who’s fucking this tight cunt and about to make you come.”
“Never.” I rock my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust as my orgasm takes over. “Holy…oh my god…yesss.”
He’s everywhere. Bone deep and leaving his imprint on me. I just know it.
When the edge of my explosion rides off, my movement slows, and my breathing levels out. The haze evaporates, and I right myself into place before staring into August’samber eyes. I shouldn’t have, though. They’re laced with a heat I’ve never seen in him before.
Removing his fingers from my core, he brings all three of them to his mouth and sucks me clean. “Just as sweet as I imagined.”
Reality smacks me in my face, and I hop off his lap, searching for a witness to what we just did. “Shit,” I stumble over my words and stand awkwardly in front of him. “That was reckless.”
August grins before grabbing my hips and placing another kiss on my swollen belly. “You’re pregnant with my child, Tenley. I think we’re good. In fact, we should do it more often,” he says, pointing between the two of us. “I help you and you help me.”
I jerk my head back. “What makes you think I can’t take care of myself just fine?” I motion to my vagina very clearly.
“Well, first off, I made you come in less than two minutes. And second, you were unsuccessful last night. I listened the entire time. Down to the heavy thud on your bedroom floor.”
I search the balcony for something to throw at him and come up empty. He thinks he’s slick. “You smug bastard.”
“I may be a bastard, but I’m a bastard who’s really fucking good with my hands, tongue, and co?—”
“Okay! I get it. Please, for the love of God, stop.”
Despite how much he drives me mad, his smile causes butterflies to erupt in my stomach, and I curse my traitorous heart. It’s always betraying me. I know this is dangerous.
A reg-flag, no-go zone.
Yet, I can’t help but feel really relaxed right now. That may have been the best orgasm I’ve ever experienced, and the idea of having more of them sounds too good to pass up.
