Page 88 of What if I Told You

“Yes! Please!”

“You’re sure?” he asks. “Because once I thrust inside you, there’s no going back. You’re mine and I’m yours. There’s never anyone else again.”

“Never anyone else,” I repeat. “Please August! God! I’m so fucking drenched for you.”

“Stay right here while I grab a condom.”

“No condoms!”

“What?”

“August you know I’m on the pill. I’ve been on the pill for years. And besides, if something were to happen, there’s nobody else on this Earth I would rather have as the father to my children.”

“Fuck, Ella. You can’t say things like that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, babe,” he chuckles leaning over me to kiss my back. “Hearing you say things like that just made my dick even harder.” I feel him take his cock into his own hand behind me and line himself up with my entrance and then he sinks inside me. If my eyeballs could roll right out of my head, they would have at the deliciously full feeling his cock gives me.

“Sweet Jesus Christ. Ella.” He gasps. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight.”

“I feel so…God I’m so full. I need to feel you fuck me, August. I want to feel you.”

He brings his hands to my hips and pulls nearly all the way out and then thrusts back in. “Mother fucker. If I continue this way, I may not last long. It’s too damn good. Your pussy is fucking magic.”

His pace picks up as he rocks into me, my ass slapping against his taught body with every thrust. The only sound between us is his grunts and my groans and then suddenly he disconnects our bodies.

I lift my head to ask what happened but he doesn’t give me the chance. He lifts me into his arms and wraps my legs around his waist before sitting himself down on the bed. He scoots back enough that he has the view he wants and then says, “Ride me, El. I want to watch you ride me.” He kisses my lips and gives me one of the cutest smiles I’ve seen in a long time. “You’re so fucking pretty and I have to watch you come apart on my dick before I can allow myself to let go. Please, Ella.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice.

I would do anything for this man.

My best friend.

My lover.

Lifting myself slightly off his lap, I take his hard wet cock in my hands and line him up before lowering myself on top of him, taking him inside me inch by glorious inch.

“Yessss,” August says, closing his eyes for a moment. “Just like that. Ride me, baby.”

Moving against him, I slide forward and back, forward and back as he slides in and out, in and out. He leans forward and takes one of my nipples into his mouth and my lips part and I lose the ability to breathe.

“Oh!”

“Oh God!”

“Oh God! Yes!”

One breast in his mouth, he palms my left breast and pinches my nipple. “You’re perfect like this, Ella,” he says. “So, fucking perfect. Your pussy is…” He gasps. “It’s incredible. It’s like I can feel every last inch of you. I think you were made for me.”

His words.

The way he looks at me with the eyes of a man madly in love.

The way his hands feel on my body. Possessive and strong but tender and warm. It’s enough to send me over the edge into an oblivion I don’t think I’ve ever experienced so intensely before.

“August! I think…I think…

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