Page 13 of Fight

“It’s a lot better than it looks,” I say with a shrug, picking up the dishes.

Augustine raises an eyebrow as he follows me, stealing the plates from me and washing them.

“Now, march to the bedroom and be a good boy for me,” Augustine growls.

“Fuck me, really?” I groan. My cock is rock hard. I’ve been trying so hard not to think about how good he smells. It’s like cinnamon bark and grapefruit had a baby together.

My feet are already moving when Augustine flicks the towel, smacking my ass with it as I hiss.

“Good boys get fucked, and I just see a brat who doesn’t deserve my cum,” he grunts as he follows me.

Ugh, he’s going to make me beg, and even then I’m sure he’ll leave me wanting. Walking into my bedroom, I shuck off my gym shorts, since it’s the only article of clothing I’m currently wearing.

“I swear I could bounce quarters off that ass,” Augustine groans, biting his fist as he gestures for me to get on the bed.

Shaking my head at his antics, I climb onto the mattress, knowing I look good. I work hard on my body and health because it’s my job to be in the best physical shape I can be.

“Argh, just lay on your stomach, and stop wiggling your ass at me already,” he mutters, making me chuckle because I really wasn’t.

Getting comfortable on the bed, I wrap my arms under my pillow, enjoying how cool it is. No matter how warm you are, it’ll never heat up, which makes it my favorite.

Augustine riffles through my nightstand to find a massage oil before positioning himself over me, so that he’s straddling my waist. He’s fully dressed in a pair of jeans and a tank-top, looking fucking edible.

His oiled palms rub slowly over my muscles, making me sigh as I breathe out. Slowly, the tightness begins to unravel, his expert hands finding every problem area.

“Why didn’t you hit the jacuzzi after you were done in the gym?” he breathes in my ear as he massages my body.

I have to swallow a whimper as my hips begin to rock against the bedspread, looking for friction.

“I was excited to see you,” I tell him, flushing as he kisses behind my ear.

“Good. It’s been too damn long,” he growls. “Turn over so I can suck your cock before I go.”

My heart is pounding as I turn, my gaze caught in his green eyes.

“With a mouth like yours, how could I say no?” I ask before he robs the air from my lungs as he kisses me. Auggie does everything full throttle, and kissing is no different.

His large hand wraps around my cock, making me grunt as my fingers get tangled in his hair. He’ll need a haircut soon, and it’s a toss up between whether it’ll be Cerenity or myself who will get to cut it.

She swears she eschews intimacy, but I know the rules are different with Auggie.

I can’t really blame her there. Something about him just feels safe.

Auggie’s fist tightens as it slowly begins to stroke me, making my hips rise off the mattress.

“Shhh,” he murmurs against my lips, nipping them hard enough that I can feel the pain. It does nothing except stoke the fire raging inside of me, because I get off on pain.

You can’t exactly put your body through what I do and not enjoy it.

“Auggie,” I gasp as he kisses and bites his way down my body.

“Say it again,” he growls, his eyes pinning me to the mattress before he opens his mouth and swallows my already weeping crown.

“Auggie!” I scream, my fingers clenching together as I pull on his hair.

Unbothered, he forces more of my cock down his throat, groaning as if I’m the best tasting dessert that he’s ever had. I’m a beta, and there’s nothing special about me, but I feel like so much more when this alpha worships me.

Augustine groans as his tongue slides down the underside of my cock, making my eyes roll as his throat works around me. His nose is grazing my hip as he bobs up and down on my shaft, and my control is close to snapping. A tap on my hip is all I need to spread my thighs wide, placing my feet flat on the mattress as I fuck up into his mouth.

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