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And the best part: he’s looking at me like I’m his entire world, and it’s been far too long since I’ve been in a position so worthy of a man’s adoration.
Being loved is long overdue for me.
Maybe this is the fairytale I always hoped for. The one even my friends thought at one point I was a little too cold for, and one I imagined would be fleeting.
But August embraces my cold and sees past it.
Sees me. The warmth below my cool exterior.
Now,thatis something to celebrate.
My starvation has been confirmed.I’m famished. Borderline suffering from stomach pains because the moment August enters the clubhouse after that dominating Striker’s win, I pull him into the small sauna just outside the double doors.
Surprising him with my urgency, I cover his mouth with my hand to keep him from asking questions, and a thick waft of eucalyptus steam envelops us as we enter. It’s not the toxic and full of chemicals kind of smell. The Strikers organization does things right with fresh stems of eucalyptus neatly hanging from every corner of the tiny space.
I don’t waste time jumping to my mission, shoving August on the wooden seat, and forcing him to lie back. “I’m beginning to think you have a kink for small spaces, little venom.”
“Yep. Love them. They’re my favorite,” I rush out the words. “Wanna know what else is my favorite?” I ask, scrambling to get his skintight pants off him.
“Do tell,” August groans, knowing where this is going. We have yet to have sex, and strangely enough, he’s keeping me more than satisfied in themeantime.
“You’re cock. Now, please, shut the fuck up so I can have it.”
“Take it out then, Tenley. Show me how much you want it.” His growl is animalistic, and neither of us cares to have any courtesy or decency right now to keep quiet. We didn’t lock the door. Anyone could barge in, looking for some quick muscle relief. They’d find relief, alright.
Our main focus right now is the pleasure—each other.
Yanking his pants and boxers down to his ankles, my core fucking weeps at the sight of his monster cock springing free. It’s corded in veins, and the curve of it looks painfully swollen.
That’s how long it takes August to be fully erect and ready for me. A whole five seconds and he’s there. Just like I am.
Not needing any foreplay, I settle on my knees, enough so my bump is far enough back from the bench, and I take him to the back of my throat.
A deep groan echoes the walls, only spurring on my need to make him feel good. “So eager,” August moans, swiping a now-wet strand of hair from my face and tucking it behind my ear. “I could get used to you like this.”
He shoves the back of my head down further, and I clench my thighs on impulse. I love that August doesn’t treat me like I’m breakable because I’m pregnant. He knows I can speak for myself and gives me the liberty to do that while still challenging me.
I run my tongue up the backside of his shaft before twirling the tip of his cock and plunging back down. The moment his tip hits the back of my throat, I gag, tears filling my eyes.
A wicked chuckle escapes him, “You’re fucking filthy, little venom. Filthy with my cock stuffed down your throat.But that’s the thing…you like it too much to ever stop. Don’t you, beautiful?”
“Fuck you,” I mumble through sucks. I can’t stop, won’t stop until his cum fills my mouth. He can call me filthy all he wants.
When it comes to playing with August Graves, I’ll proudly be the filthiest of them all.
“I’d still like to do that. We established that, remember?”
I pull him out for a moment, needing the breath to fire at him. “You mean I tried that, remember? You insisted it wasn’t the right time. I’d gladly ride you right now if you let me.”
He’s speechless, his mouth gaping open, mesmerized by my words. But because I’m a needy little slut, I work my hand over his engorged length as I keep going. The moment August’s eyes succumb to the pleasure and roll to the back of his head, I know I’ve got him locked.
“At this point, whatever you want is yours, Tenley,” he draws out, biting his bottom lip in a struggle to focus on anything but the working of my hand. “But I won’t fuck you carnally again until I’ve had you the right way. You deserve better than that.”
That’s really…kind of him. But I don’t wantkindAugust. I want the August that pushes me to my limits.
I want to taunt him. “I can respect that,” I say, standing in front of him and pulling off my overalls, leaving me in nothing but panties and a lace bralette. “But can I make a request?”
“Anything,” August responds, sitting himself upright. There’s a haze of lust seeping from him that I can feel surrounding me.
