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He’s unabashedly raw and rough.
Low and deep grunts mixing with my moans.
The little oxygen I get is by breathing through my nose. It’s not easy because by now, both his hands are holding my head still while he pounds away at my throat. His balls slap my chin every time he bottoms out, which he’s managed to do only twice because of his size.
I was close to passing out in those seconds because he’d pin me down with my nose pressed against his groin. His praise would make it worth it.
“So fucking good,” he rasps. “Such a perfect mouth.”
My lips feel raw when he stops after a particularly mean thrust. I cough, preparing to take him again but he doesn’t push inside.
Tilting my head, I stare at him in confusion.
“I love that you’re a cum slut but I’m not coming anywhere but inside your tight cunt, little prey.” Pushing his thumb inside my mouth, he teases, “If you’re good, I’ll let you lick some as it dribbles out of your hole.”
As he slips the digit out, I expect him to stand to fuck me but instead, he brings out theScreammask. My body buzzes when he wordlessly slides it over my face. I blush as I inhale the lingering scent of my cum on the mask. I’m glad Augustus can’t see my reaction.
Underneath the mask, my heartbeats seem to pound in my ear. Every sense sharpens and heightens. My face is hidden, yet I’ve never felt freer. My shoulders pull back in confidence of their own volition.
A simple mask shouldn’t cause such a difference and pull such a visceral reaction out of me. But good God, it so does.
Everything that felt off-limits a minute ago doesn’t anymore.
All my shyness vanishes.
Augustus’s hand trails down the column of my throat, circling it at the base. “Loving it, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I rasp with a smile.
Gripping my throat, he applies pressure and pulls until I stand in between his legs. His cock sits proudly against his lower abs, glistening with my saliva. I grab his shoulders when he reaches behind and tugs my shirt up, baring my ass to the camera.
I arch into his touch as he fondles my cheeks before spanking the right one.
“Ahh,” I squeal at the sting.
“Quiet,” he reprimands, spanking its twin with more force.
Blood hits my taste buds as I bite down too hard on my lip to stifle the pained cry. Squeezing the punished flesh, his largepalm smacks my ass several times, testing my obedience until I’m sure I’ll break.
“You submit so beautifully, pet.”
The praise hits me square in the chest.
Spinning me around, he grabs my waist and yanks me down on his lap. I hate the thin fabric separating our flesh. Before I can ask him to remove my shirt, strong hands grasp the backs of my knees. Hooking them on the arms of the chair, he spreads me obscenely, causing the shirt to ride up my stomach.
It’s too big and loose on my frame to expose my pussy completely.
The current position leaves no mistake that I’m bare underneath.
Augustus’s warm breath raises the small hairs on my neck. The material of his mask teasing as he brushes his mouth up to my ear, and seductively rasps, “Stare into the camera and imagine they’re watching us right now. Their greedy eyes roaming all over you, desperate for any glimpse of your beautiful body you’re willing to give. Fulfill their fantasy of what it’d be like to watch you come. Let them wonder if the face underneath is as breathtaking as the rest of you. Give them a filthy show, honey.”
CHAPTER – 52
Nessa
Augustus’s words ignite a wickedness inside my soul that I didn’t think I possessed. There’s nothing more powerful than being someone’s center of attraction. Their entire being locked on you.
Magnetic electricity jolts my limbs when Augustus takes my right hand and places it between my thighs. “First… you start slow… by teasing them.” Keeping his palm on mine, he presses down until both our middle fingers dip between my folds. “Get their blood running hot.” I gasp when we circle my opening once before dragging our joined hands down my thigh, leaving a wet trail. “Leave them salivating and wondering if you’re as wet as they’re picturing.”
