Page 102 of You Were Never Not Mine

I nod. “I know so.”

“Insulting me will result in you getting punished, youknow.” His tone is a warning that has my pussy clenching in anticipation.

I miss mean August. How twisted is that? But I do. I like it when he’s sweet and gentle with me but I absolutely love it when he’s awful toward me.

Does that mean I’m fucked up? Maybe so.

“What’s my punishment?”

“I should spank your ass.” He hesitates, and when I stare into his eyes, I see a devilish gleam form there. “And finger it.”

Lifting my hips, I try to buck him off me and he goes willingly, rolling off the bed and glancing around the room. “You have a towel in here?”

I point at the pile of towels that are sitting in the plastic laundry basket on the other side of my desk. “I just did laundry.”

He grabs one and comes back to the bed, standing beside it. He drops the towel on my stomach. “Clean yourself up.”

His demanding tone has me moving fast, wiping at the remaining semen on my stomach before I toss the towel on the floor.

“Roll over,” he commands and I do as he says, rearranging myself so I flop onto my stomach, wagging my ass at him, eager for him to do as he promised.

August climbs onto the bed, settling his back against the wall that my bed rests against. “I don’t punish girls who want it this bad.” His smile is smug as he drags his fingers back and forth across my ass cheeks, tickling me and making me giggle. “Seriously, Sin. You’re way too happy about this.”

“I want it.” I lift my hips, my butt rising, and he slips his hand lower, his fingers sliding with ease into my soaking wet pussy. A groan leaves me when he teasingly pushes in and out, my inner walls trying to grasp around his fingers and keep him there. “Please, August.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” He removes his fingersfrom inside my pussy and drifts them up, barely grazing my puckered hole. I suck in a breath at the sensation, spreading my thighs wider so he can have better access.

He teases my crack with one finger, up and down. Slow and easy and making me shiver. I close my eyes and melt into the mattress, savoring the sensations of his touch, tensing up immediately when he tries to press his finger inside.

“Relax,” he croons, his finger going still. “Come on, baby. You can take this.”

Breathing deep, I will my muscles to relax, trying to calm my still racing heart. He works his finger farther, until he’s knuckle deep and I cry out at the sting of pain.

“Keep still,” he demands, keeping his finger inside me as he somehow maneuvers himself so he’s lying between my spread thighs, his mouth landing right on my pussy.

I cry out for a different reason, his tongue sweeping all over my sensitive flesh, making me quiver. He misses no spots, licking me thoroughly as he slips his finger deeper inside and starts to move it. I press my face into the mattress, a tiny spiral of shame streaking through me at what he’s doing. How good it feels.

How much I like it.

He can’t get to my clit but it doesn’t matter. I’m coming in minutes because of the forbidden thing he’s doing to me. He won’t let up either, his face pressed against me the entire time, his finger still buried in my asshole, tongue fucking me until I’m practically crying, begging him to stop.

Eventually he crawls off the bed, standing in the middle of my dorm room stark naked and with his cock erect and ready to go again. “I’m a fucking disaster. I need to wash my hands.”

I start giggling all over again, rolling over onto my back so I can stare at the ceiling. “The bathroom is down the hall.”

“What the fuck—I hate dorm buildings.” He slips on his jeans and strides out of my room without a care in the world. Ican’t imagine what some of the people in my dorm building are thinking as a shirtless August Lancaster moves down the hallway with no access to the bathroom that he so desperately wants. And he doesn’t have a key.

I’m throwing my clothes back on and slip on some shoes, not bothering with my bra or panties when the door swings open and—oh God—Elise enters the room. She immediately comes to a stop when she sees me, throwing her backpack on the floor and sniffing the air.

“It smells like sex in here,” she declares, her narrowed gaze landing on me. “And you look like you just got laid.”

My face heats up and I shrug. “I need to go.”

There’s a rapid-fire knock on the door and since my roommate is closest, she goes and answers it. August walks in, still shirtless, doing a double take when he spots a gaping Elise standing in front of him. “Oh shit. When did you get back?”

“Were you banging Sinclair just now?” she asks, resting her hands on her hips.

My face has to be flaming red.

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