Page 57 of What if I Told You

For the record, he doesn’t do it every day.

In fact, he’s never done it.

“Fuck, I’d be desperate for her. Desperate to taste her, to hear her pleasured moans. I’d have her wetter for me than she’s ever been…fucking glistening…and then I’d part those soft pink lips with my fingers and drag my tongue over her sweet cunt in one long languid stroke.”

Oooh, my God.

Yes please!

The only thing that keeps me from breaking out in a lust-filled sweat right now is how cold August keeps whatever room he sleeps in, but no number of cold temperatures can keep my heartrate from rising.

“She’d scream for me and thrust her fingers through my hair guiding me through her pussy while I suck on her clit, flicking it with my tongue, and then I’d pulse my fingers inside her.”

Holy fuuuuck.

“I’d let her fuck my face until she can’t stand it anymore and her pussy clamps down on my fingers as she comes so hard she can’t breathe.”

“Wow.” The word falls out of my mouth like a kid in a candy store with a million-dollar budget.

“And that’s when I would know it’s okay for me to come. That’s when I would finally thrust inside her and claim her warm tight pussy with my stiff cock.”

“August,” I sigh against him, wishing I could squeeze my legs together and control the aching throb between them, but somehow while talking, August entwined his legs with mine.

“If she was the love of my life, I’d spend hours making love to her,” he says, shifting my thigh over his so he can pull me even closer.

Good God if I get any closer I’ll be on top of him. His hand rests over my leg, his fingers tickling the back of my thigh. He’s dangerously close to parts of me he’s never touched before and for the first time in my life, I’m aching for him to do it.

To make me feel everything he’s describing.

“We’d spend all night exploring each other’s bodies, fucking until my balls ache,” he continues. “But she has to come first so I know she’s been pleasured, spoiled, and she’s happy, but then you better believe I’ll make her come again with my cock. And then if I’m lucky, she’ll let me do it to her all over again.”

He’s silent for a minute. I’m unsure of what to say because my pulse is booming inside my body. His pulse has quickened too. I can hear his heartbeat. And I can definitely feel how turned on he is with our bodies this close together.

Holy hell, the size of that thing.

When he doesn’t say anything else, I pull back from him enough that I can see his face, but his hands never leave my body, his fingers tightening around my skin. He’s so close to my pussy I can practically feel them there anyway.

My words come out in a strangled whisper. “The future love of your life will be a very lucky girl, August.”

He slides his hand painstakingly slowly up my body until his fingers are tangled with my hair and his eyes drop to my lips.

Oh my God, I think he’s going to kiss me!

I press my hand against his chest, the sinews of his torso at my fingertips.

I watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallows.

He’s really going to do it.

Do I want this?

Yeah, I want this!

I’ve wanted this for a long time.

His lips separate and he moistens them with his tongue.

I do the same.

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