Page 79 of The Invite
Colors dance behind my vision as I flail and ride the wave.
My arms are suddenly shoved over my head and my wrists are twisted into a crisscross. I move but a pressure pins them down.
High on a cloud, I peel my eyelids open and Augustus’s devilish face fills my sight. His expression is borderline insane and flaming with desire. I lower my gaze and shudder violently when the fresh cut is smeared with his blood.
I cut him!
I cut him!
I cut him!
“You marked me as yours, little prey.” His tone is dark and proud. “You’re tainted by devil’s blood. No escaping me now.”
What have I done?
“Augustus,” I gasp when something shifts inside my sore pussy.
Oh Lord! The knife is still buried deep.
Augustus slowly drags it out, earning a soft hiss from me. Brushing his mouth against the corner of my lips, he savagely thrusts the object back into my hole.
“One orgasm isn’t enough.” Another hard shove. “I need another, my stunning fuck toy.” Out and another plunge. “Give it to me. Ride it again.”
“Please.”
“Please what?” he teases, biting my jaw. “Please stop? Please fuck me harder? Please let me come again?”
A thrust stabs the toy against my G-spot, making me see stars.
The sharp and enticing need arises again.
I beg shamelessly, “Please let me come.”
“Tell me you’re my fuck toy.”
His head lifts to stare at me and he arches one brow impatiently after stopping his thrusts altogether.
Licking my lips, I whisper, “I’m your fuck toy.”
He resumes his deep strokes and pistoning of his arm.
“And my dirty little whore.”
“And your… dirty little whore,” I repeat, turning crimson.
“Now, you little whore, make yourself come,” he grunts in a filthy tone, fucking me with a faster and harsher pace.
Raising my hips, I meet him thrust for thrust. I lose myself in chasing that raw high only his brand of filthiness can bring. After three deep plunges, I shatter into pieces all over his hand.
“Augustus!” I moan his name and feel his lips kiss the corner of my mouth. But I’m not sure because of the haze of ecstasy.
Before I’m even down, he flips me onto my stomach.
My ass cheeks are roughly parted and the slippery handle of the knife is pressed against my anus, lubed from my own arousal and cum.
“Augustus… No. Please.”
He doesn’t listen and forces it past my sphincter. It burns in the familiar way I remember and the dirty toy stretches my hole until it has no choice but to take it inside.
