Page 99 of The Invite
I’m here, little prey.
Abandoning her plump tits, I touch the top of her pussy over the silky material. My eyes on her beautiful face, I torture myself by refusing to push my hand lower. But the heat wafting from her core is inviting and I only have so much strength.
I trail my wrist downward and come in contact with her pussy.
Goddammit, she’s soaked.
The material is damp enough to make my fingers sticky. Breathing deeply to calm myself down, I shove my hand into her panties and rub her wet slit before dipping two fingers. Her wet folds part as I run my fingertips up and down.
Her breath hitches, her legs shaking as I press my thumb on her clit while continuing to massage her pink flesh.
“Mhmm.” The tiniest of sounds leave her mouth.
Yes, moan for me, you filthy little cocktease.
I circle her little nub the way she loves and goes wild for, making her long eyelashes flutter. Longer this time. As I play and pet her pussy, her juicy ass pushes back against my hard cock.
“Augustus…” she murmurs.
My heart smacks against my sternum at the sound of my name on her lips. She doesn’t even know she’s raising a red flag in front of a raging bull. While completely defenseless and alone.
Her hips begin to roll, thighs falling open one second but closing around my hand in the next when I tease her opening. I dip just the tip of my finger, her walls coming dangerously close to sucking it in.
I remember how fucking tight she is. No less than a virgin.
Grabbing the back of her right knee, I lift and hook it around my leg. Spread like an erotic serving, I display her pink flesh by making a V with my fingers. In my peripheral, her small hand fists the sheets the moment I slide my middle finger into her hole.
“August… yes!”
She’s having a wet dream about me, there’s no doubt in my mind. The knowledge turns me primal. I smile behind my mask and withdraw from her cunt before stabbing inside again.
Her channel squeezes my digit like it was waiting to be filled.
Fucked.
Claimed.
Pulling out, I gather her juices and paint them on her nipples. They glisten temptingly with her arousal. The cool air in the room turns them into stones, begging for my teeth.
I return to finger fucking her slow and deep, shoving another finger. The fullness makes her draw a sharp breath, the crease between her brows deepening.
Open those enchanting eyes, my little prey.
As if she can feel me by an invisible link, her body stiffens, her chest moving unevenly. She’ll wake up any moment.
Grazing my thumbnail against her clit, I keep her filled to the brim and flick the swollen flesh repeatedly. Mercilessly. Roughly.
I bend my leg an inch so she can’t remove hers and widen her thighs even more. My cock presses against her ass and I grind it into her. It causes her body to jostle like a rag doll.
“Ohh… mmm.” Incoherent sounds slip from her lips.
Scissoring my fingers, I pinch her clit between my thumb and forefinger.
With a cry, her eyes fly open and lock on to mine.
The haze in them disappears as they widen todouble their size in shock but not fear. Her body seizing tight, her hole clenching in delight, and she gasps, “You’re-re back.”
“I never left.”
