Page 155 of The Invite
Both of us simultaneously groan.
Something powerful comes over me and I fist his hair. Tugging back, I point the tip of the knife underneath his jaw threateningly.
“I thought you didn’t want to hurt me,” he taunts.
“I don’t. So stay still.”
Desire flares as he exhales roughly. Despite the pain from his thickness, I slowly take more of him, my body accepting his invasion. The Claiming. Augustus ruins the memory of the only man I’ve ever been with and we haven’t even started fucking.
“You’re in control because I’m allowing it,” he arrogantly warns. “Act wisely.”
“Shut up,” I gasp, fighting back tears.
My grip flexes around the knife’s handle. I whimper when my clit is pinched savagely, causing my muscles to clench around him.
“Yeah… Choke me.” I raise my hips to ease the pressure, but his hands lock around my waist and he shakes his head. “No pulling out until you’ve taken every inch.”
“August,” I whine, even as wetness pours from my hole, making a mess of his lap. Of us.
“You’re almost there.”
I make the mistake of peering down.
He’s onlyhalfwayin!
This must be why people are warned not to look below while standing at a cliff or seconds away from paragliding; it makes you second-guess everything. Backtrack into safety even at the expense of missing out on something wild and unforgettable.
Just like I am.
“Augus—”
“Sit. On. My. Cock.You little slut.”
I’m yanked down harshly, feeling like I’m being ripped apart from the inside. “Ahh,” I squeal, nicking him accidentally.
He doesn’t stop until I’m seated on his monster dick.
“Oh… ummm,” I cry out, my surroundings blurring. It clears at the sound of Augustus’s deep timbre.
“Now, take all the time you need to adjust to me,” he rasps thickly. His voice is no better than mine. As though he’s in as much pain as I am.
I squirm like a trapped mouse, clenching around his pulsing girth. Falling on his chest with both my hands on the couch on either side of him, I pant roughly and let the sensations consume me.
“Your pussy is perfect, little prey. Hot and wet,” he praises, distracting me from the utter fullness. “I can spend an eternity inside you. While you suck me dry.”
“You’ll become the first man to kill a girl with his cock then.”
“You’re the one with a deadly knife.”
I lift my head, suddenly remembering the weight of it in my palm. Bringing it between us, I run the edge along hisforehead, over his cheek, to under his chin. “Yet you don’t look scared.”
“Because dying with my cock inside you will be a sweet death.”
“It’s a good thing the devil is immortal,” I tease. “So, you’re safe.”
“Too bad you’re not.” With that warning, he lifts and brings me down hard on his glistening cock. My half cry, half moan doesn’t deter him from thrusting again as roughly as before. “Oh, does my cock hurt, teach?” he darkly taunts, continuing to bounce me on him hard and fast. “I thought you adjusted since you couldn’t help but talk back.”
It deliciously burns every time he breaches me with his hardness. Wicked pleasure erupts in my veins and I breathlessly moan. His possessive words send me soaring higher toward an ecstasy I’ve never known.
