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“Deplorable?” I groan, and it’s full of lust, no matter how I try to disguise it. “Another big word for you, bat boy.”
“The biggest. Now, let me show you how deplorable I can be.”
In one swift motion, August flips us against the leather seats and hovers above me, his massive body caging me in. “Could you be any bigger?” I taunt, not realizing the bone I just gave him.
He smiles wide and it’s so bright and shiny it could be on a fucking postcard. Headline reading: Everything’s Bigger in Atlanta. Or in this case, August Graves’ Bronco.
“Still stroking my ego, I see,” he teases while simultaneously pulling my panties down from under my dress.
I’m soaked. No need to even check.
“Always. You should expect it by now,” I bite back, betraying myself and dragging his chest to mine. My lips ghost the shell of his ear as heat radiates my tone. “Now, how about you let me stroke that cock in your pants? Preferably before you fill me with it.”
August’s dark chuckle heats my neck, making me question my attempt at being bossy. Only for a second, though. What he doesn’t know is that I love this side of him.
Hell, I get off on our banter and word sparring. And I’m confident he does too.
He leans down and levels his face with my pussy, breathing in the scent of my arousal, and basking in it like a drug. “Mmm,” he groans, eyes penetrating mine. “This might just be the prettiest little cunt I’ve ever seen. Swollen and dripping.”
My body jolts, springing to life before he’s even touched me. I don’t speak. Not when August leads and spears his tongue into my center. My hips buck wildly against his face, and his deep chuckle causes an entirely different sensation to rush forward. “You like it when I say cunt, Tenley? Does it get you worked up? Make you throb more than you already are?”
“I hate it. Now, eat my pussy, August. I don’t have all day.”
This is my drug.August Graves at my mercy. His striking face pressed against my pussy lips as his skilled tongue invades.
The same August Grave fans worship from the stadium stands, begging for his attention.
And here he is…eatingmypussy.
At this point, there’s an expiration date on my life because I’m about to pass away from pleasure. Point blank. Period. The end. Goodbye, Tenley Belle Abrams.
Twas’ nice knowin’ ya.
“Lucky for you, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than right here,” he murmurs hoarsely before shoving two fingers deep inside of me and pulling on my clit with his teeth. “Feasting between your thighs.”
God, the way his neatly trimmed mustache creates the most sublime friction against my skin.
“August,” I cry out. “You suck at this.” My pants are delirious. I’m lying. Full of traitorous lies because his mouth on me is the best thing I’ve ever experienced, and I’ll fight anyone who tries to detach it.
“Sounds like it,” he laughs, taunting me. “Let me hear it, little venom. Show me how much I suck at eating your cunt.”
Strike me down. I’m a dead woman.
“Oh, goddd,” I moan. “I’m coming. I’m coming. Don’t you dare stop, August Graves, or I’ll murder you in your sleep.”
“Your dirty talk needs some work.” That’s all it takes for my hips to thrust forward as my orgasm rushes through me like an unprecedented tsunami, the strength of it consuming me from the inside out.
Euphoria. Exhilaration. Thrill. None of those three words seems appropriate for how I feel.
August is unhurried, taking his time licking me and nuzzling my core in gentle strokes while I settle. “Want me to ride you?” I ask the moment my eyes land on the tent in his jeans.
He shakes his head. “I’ll be fine.”
“I thought…”
August slips my panties back on and rights my dress into place. His brows rise in question. “You thought I wasgoing to fuck you for the first time in the backseat of my Bronco?”
I mean…yes. Yes, I did.
