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I have no time to react before he’s on his knees with his head between my legs, tongue swiping up the center of my pussy.
“Godddd,” I bite back my moan, loud enough to hear the unintelligible sound.
“Sweet girl…you’ve been deprived for far too long. Haven’t you?” I don’t respond. I’m not sure I can. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and all I hear is the feral groans spilling from August’s lips against my core.
The vibrations. The sensation. It’s too much. Yet not enough.
His tongue plunges deep inside of me before pulling outand circling my clit. “Fuck, Mama. I could eat this cunt all day,” he says in a heavy pant, lapping me up without apologies. “But I promised you a show, so it’ll have to wait.”
He takes one last lick like he needs it, can’t fathom moving away without another taste of me, and sits on his heels.
“Watch what you do to me. Watch how hard my cock is for you. Listen for your name on my lips, because it’s the only one you’ll ever hear from me again.”
There’s no time to dissect his words because the stroking this man is capable of doing to himself is porn star level. August bites his lip before running his tongue across his stache. I see stars, fully convinced I could come by watching him alone.
I attempt to force my knees together to relieve the ache, but it’s no use. He’s kneeled between them, making sure he has my weeping pussy in his line of sight. He growls, throwing his head back as his fist strangles his length from root to tip, pumping it through his grip.
“Gahhh, to be inside of you again, Tenley. To feel the warmth of your cunt welcoming me as it clenches me tight. Fuck. I can feel you now.”
I’ve never in my entire life heard words so dirty. I had a feeling August had a filthy mouth, but this right here is an unexpected surprise.
It seems he’s always surprising me.
Just when I think he’s close, I feel the roughness of his calloused finger across my clit and my body jolts, ready to collapse from the electric contact. “You want me inside of you, Mama? Want me to ravage this needy cunt until you’re stuffed full?”
Being the weak woman I am, I nod, and he grins, continuing to stroke himself with the opposite hand.
The coordination.
“Thought so.” His smirk is downright debilitating. “Maybe next time. Eyes on my cock as I fuck myself.”
Sir, yes, sir. I can’t even gather my thoughts enough to dispute.
Not gonna lie, I feel the sensation to come. Enough that I think I can get myself there by rotating my hips, and I know August can sense it, too. I’m spiraling out of control, chasing a high I never knew I’d want so badly.
My eyes dial in on the speed of his pumping along his shaft and the slow rocking of his hips. I witness the moment it happens—the moment ecstasy takes over. His body launches forward as he leans across my lower body and spills his cum across my chest. “Fuckkkkk. Right there, Tenley. God, you’re perfect.”
Covered in his seed, I’m edged to the point of pain. The random touches on my clit, word play, and continuous teasing are driving me mad.
Once August settles, he places his palm against my chest and glides it down the center of my body, smearing himself across my damp skin before plunging a thick finger inside of me.
With his cum.
“Now, I get to watch you, little venom. Fall apart for me.”
That’s all the direction I need. His thumb meets my clit and pushes down, my deprived body springing to life. I come harder than I ever have, not giving a flying fuck that I’m supposed to stay quiet.
No, he needs to hear me.
“Holy…God, yes,” I moan.
Vibrations rush down my spine as my orgasm blindsidesme with a heavy magnitude. “August,” I cry out, losing myself in the pleasure he gives me.
Like I’m getting a reward or something. It’s twisted and I’ve been fully manipulated, but I fucking love it. So much that I know I’ll want it again and again.
I still, stammering through exhausted pants, but August isn’t done yet. He situates himself between my legs and licks up my center. He’s cleaning me with his tongue, and it feels like the most humbling thing a man can do.
I want to reach out and touch him. To run my hands through his chestnut hair and caress his mustache, taking pride in the wetness now painted on his perfectly chiseled face.
