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“Got to. I’m in shit luck if the laces on my cleats tear.”
Makes sense.
He’s so close, I can smell his body wash from hisshower. The freshness of the cologne I’ve familiarized myself with and ashamedly come to seek out.
The working of his strong hands ties my wrists loosely to the headboard, and I find myself exposed more than ever. Naked, with the exception of my red lace panties. “I’ll be gentle with you. Well, as gentle as I can be,” August tells me softly, planting kisses across my bump.
I know what he means. He won’t cause me physical harm—his priority is the safety of our unborn child. But he will do what he sees fit in terms of pleasure.
I’m on board with that.
“I don’t want to hear a word from you until I’m done. I want this to be a struggle for you, Tenley. Your pussy should be sopping wet when I’m done,” he commands as he removes his shirt before pulling down his pants and boxers in one swift tug.
“Holy mother of pearls. I don’t remember it feelingthatbig.”
August casts me a humorous glance before speaking, “It is, and you’ll adjust just fine. Now, keep those mouthy lips shut.”
I nod, realizing this is going to be incredibly difficult, given all I ever do is run my mouth around August. It’s our dynamic. But I suppose that’s the purpose of giving over control.
I remain still as he climbs onto the bed, fist already wrapped around his swollen shaft. “If you could see yourself right now…” he groans. “Fuck. Those tits. Can’t wait to bury my cock in them soon.”
He’s ravenous, and I know I’m gonna be the one to reap the benefits of his starvation. “Go for it. It’s not like I can go anywhere.”
“Such a rough life you live, Tenley Abrams. Luckyenough to have August Graves touch your pussy whenever you want. You know how many women would kill to be the one with their legs spread in front of me right now?”
He’s such a prick.A really hot one, but still a prick.
“Cocky bastard. You’re so fucking full of yourself. If I’m so lucky, why don’t you show me what makes you so superior to women, August? I hear a whole lot of talk and no action.”
Surprising me, August tugs my panties against my clit, causing a sharp yelp to escape me. “Gahh. See. You suck at this,” I hiss.
“Keep talking shit, little venom. It gets me hard.”
“Pretty sure you don’t need my help with that.” I nod at the steel rod he’s stroking between his legs. It looks painful. “One look at my tits and you’re ready to bust like a teenage boy.”
His free hand reaches for my left nipple. I prepare myself for a sharp tug, twist, anything painful, but get the opposite. He caresses the hard peak like something he cherishes, and my body melts into a useless puddle. “You make me weak. I won’t pretend to be more durable than I am where you’re concerned.”
My breathing quickens. “I…don’t know what to say to that.”
“Just say you’ll be careful with it.”
“Careful with what?”
“My heart.”
He’s always catching me off guard when I least expect it. It’s sweet. But also confusing. I’ll never understand how we can go from verbally assaulting each other to whispering sweet nothings in a matter of seconds.
“Yeah.” My back arches into his touch, becoming moreanxious the longer he takes. August seems perfectly content stroking himself slowly without an end in sight.
“How’s your pussy feeling, Mama? Still aching?” Giving me a reprieve, his fingertips slip underneath my panties and slowly drag them down my legs, tossing them behind him.
I nod frantically becauseyes. My core is aching to be touched more than ever before. And I know it has everything to do with him. Living with August Graves feels a lot like holding a treat in front of a dog—impossible to resist.
“I can see that,” he murmurs, a shock running through me as his index finger ghosts my center, slipping through my wetness. “And you’re gonna let me take care of you? Let me relieve some of that tension and make you feel good?”
I nod again. God, it’s hard to keep quiet when, for once, all I want to do is cry out my submission.
“That’s my girl.” His eyes lock in on my core. I know I’m swollen and drenched. I can feel it. Pretty sure I have been since I arrived in Boston, my body recognizing his nearness. “I know I said this was about me, but I need just a taste.”
