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Settling myself on his lap with enough space betweenmy bump and his chest, I ghost my mouth at the shell of his ear and whisper hoarsely, “Can I have just the tip?”
As if that were the question he’s waited his entire life to hear, August growls before standing with me in his arms and turning to carefully lay me back on the bench. I can sense the strain in his movements, inwardly wanting to take me roughly, but knowing he also has his child inside of me to shelter.
Little does he know, I feel his steady protection in every encouraging word, lingering touch, and need to be the fervent rock I’ve always hoped to have in a partner.
Still need to follow through with the partner part, though.
“God, yes,” I pant on a feverish moan, grateful he’s feeling generous.
“I’m gonna give you what you’re asking for, Tenley, but you so much as attempt to sink on my cock, I’ll edge you to the point of pain for weeks. And there’s one thing I’ve read about pregnant women in late pregnancy—you think you’re horny now…oh, you just wait.”
Jesus Christ.He’s as potent as a drug. His words. His touch. His control over me. I’ve never craved anyone more.
“Okay. Okay,” I breathe out, nodding my head in understanding. Although I’d do just about anything at this point to have him. “Please. Just let me feel you close.”
August smirks, spreading my legs and soaking in the sight of my core. I’m swollen from the weight of this precious baby, but August doesn’t mind, drinking me in with dilated eyes of lust. “Mmm,” he hums. “For me?” His eyes look to mine for a split second to accept my confirmation.
His voice enters without wavering, “I know youthink we’re vastly different, but there’s something important that we both have in common.”
I want so badly to slap him, request he shut up and take me already. But I’m not one for violence, and frankly, I want to know where this is going. “Let’s hear it then,” I whimper.
“Just how your favorite thing is my cock,” August tells me as he slowly spreads apart the lips of my pussy and growls at the sight of my wetness. I can feel my cum leaking between my thighs.
I’m soaked.
He continues, “Mine just so happens to be this pink cunt. Clenching like a vise grip, helplessly searching for my cock.” His chuckle is erotic and intoxicating. “I bet it always has been. Needy thing weeping with fucking starvation for me.” His thick finger enters my center, and my body jolts, tingles rushing down my spine.
“Oh, godddd,” I moan.
“Thought so,” he mumbles with uneven breaths before hovering over me, one finger still plunged inside. “You want this, Mama?”
I’m so gone for this man that it’s comical I haven’t seen it until recently.
August takes a long pull of his shaft, eyes never leaving my evidence of wanting him. I can’t keep my eyes off him. The way his head falls back, showcasing that sexy Adam’s apple I have an unhealthy dependence on. “More than anything.”
I’m not sure what I expected, but it wasn’t his million-dollar smile. “As much as I love when you’re feisty, I think I love you honest and vulnerable more.”
I shouldn’t have felt those words from deep within. But I did, and nothing about August saying them felt wrong.
No, it feels hypnotizinglyright.
Not making me wait any longer, my body turns to mush as August slowly runs the tip of his cock up and down my center. He’s melodic with his strokes, paying equal amounts of attention to every part of me. It’s when he circles the tip over my clit that I almost collapse at the intensity.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I chant, arching my hips to give me some type of friction. Right now, I just feel like I’m chasing a feverish high.
The best damn high to ever exist.
“There’s my girl. Fuck. Drives me mad how much I want you, Tenley. You don’t understand,” he mumbles, the speed of his strokes picking up.
“The tip, August,” I pant. “Please. Let me feel it. Just a little. I promise to be good.”
“Okay. Yeah.” The head of his cock nudges my tight hole and as if in sync, August and I both groan in pleasure. “Fucking hell,” he bites out, rotating in quick motions. “I…I…” I struggle to form words adequate enough to express how incredible this feels.
He feels.
“I know, Mama. I know. Feels like coming back to life.”
How strange that, without even knowing, August would reiterate the words I shared with my mom just the other day. The feeling of being alive with him. It’s a rare and assumed-to-be-brief feeling, yet it’s never felt more embedded in my soul.
