Page 17 of Whispers on the Mountain

Then, my feet are suddenly no longer in contact with the ground as I'm swung into Augustus's arms and carried inside bridal style. August kicks the door closed with a foot and heads for the short hallway.

"Which one?"

His question is breathless and impatient as we near the two doors opposite one another.

"Left."

No one reaches for the light-switch as we crash through my bedroom door and onto the bed. Moonlight spills through the windows with the open blinds that look out onto the garden in the back and it's plenty enough light for me to admire the dips and planes of Augustus's body as we work together to unburden him of his clothes.

He's down to pants and whatever is under them as he stands on the floor to kick off his shoes after he's peeled my dress off and cast both my bra and panties into some dark corner of the room as if they offended him.

I reach down to unbuckle the straps on my shoes but August tsks as he brushes my hand away.

"Leave them on, I promise not you won't need to walk anywhere soon."

The black jeans he had on fall to the floor and then the boxer briefs that were beneath them.

I scramble backward into the middle of the bed to make space for him as he easily steps out of the pile of clothes and crawls between my legs.

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August

We'll have our conversations later. Right now, fiore has been clear that she's tired of waiting to feel my cock splitting her virgin pussy apart and if I manage to breed her this quickly and we find ourselves bound together for it, I vow I'll spend every moment of this life and the next making sure she never regrets it.

Thoughts of Zephyr's curves enhanced with the swell of our child growing inside her cause my already painfully engorged cock to twitch in anticipation.

In the pale light of the moon shining through her windows, the glittery high heels sparkle, but not nearly as beautifully as her glistening pussy.

"I promise to wake you up with my mouth on your clit, fiore." I gasp out the words between the hungry kisses I steal from her lips. "Forgive me if I lose my manners, baby, but I--"

My words are stolen by a rough nip to my lip and the feel of Zephyr's hand wrapped around my shaft. The only sound left in my throat is a harsh and pleading growl.

"Just fuck me already, Augustus."

Her teeth catch my earlobe to punctuate her demand, leaving me with no choice but to obey.

"I don't want to hurt you." I slide two fingers back inside her impossibly tight channel, working to ready her for my intrusion. "You're so tight, fiore, have you never had anything inside your little cunt?"

"My vibrator's almost as big as you, August."

Her crass confession has me choking on my swears as I allow her to take the lead and line my weeping tip against her opening.

"Did you just ask the Holy Mother Mary for the strength not to come too soon?"

Fiore mio giggles beneath me, tilting her hips to bring me closer.

"You've been studying Italian in the wrong schools, fiore." I nip at her nose with a grin. "You should not be able to decipher such filth."

"I'm going to make you say filthier things than that, Augustus."

It might be a threat, or it might be a promise; either way, Zephyr brings her hands to my waist and guides me past that point that no other man has ever been...or ever will be.

She's hot and slick, lined in velvet perfection and so tight that I can feel how her tunnel has to stretch to accommodate my size.

Now that I know she's been learning to decode my curses, I let the words dry in my throat as I mouth them silently against her throat.

If this woman is this tight even after taking care of herself with a toy that's nearly my own size, there's no hope that I'll ever stretch her well enough that I'm not on the edge of spilling my seed as soon as I've entered her.

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