Page 89 of You Were Never Not Mine

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he murmurs against my skin.

No,I want to tell him. I have no clue. I always thought I was average. Many years ago, I thought I was hideous, thanks to him. And I sort of was at fourteen. That he thinks I’m beautiful now feels like some sort of redemption for what I had to suffer through all those years ago.

“All I could think about through dinner was this.” His hands shift, settling on the waistband of the jeans he bought for me. He undoes the button and tugs the zipper down impatiently, his hand slipping inside. Cupping me with his large, hot hand. “I’m fucking obsessed with your cunt.”

His words make me wet and I whimper when he pushes his fingers against my pussy. I can’t speak but what would I sayanyway? Gee, thanks for being obsessed with my vagina? That sounds silly.

“I told myself I would be patient and take it slow but I can’t.” His fingers shift to slip inside my panties, brushing against my bare, damp flesh, and he groans close to my ear, the low, rough sound doing something to me. Giving me power.

Imake him feel that way. Respond that way. I could have August Lancaster on his knees for me and that is astonishing to realize. That he wants me.

That he cares. This man cares about hardly anyone.

We remain in the foyer, our harsh breaths filling the space, his fingers slicking through my pussy noisily. “You’re so wet. Drenched for me.”

I may have power over him, but he has just as much power over me. His words, the way he touches me makes me weak and I lock my knees so I don’t melt into the floor. When he removes his hand from my panties, I almost want to cry, I miss his touch so badly. He reaches for me, and I go willingly, a surprised gasp leaving me when he hauls me into his arms and carries me to his bedroom.

He says nothing and neither do I. Words are unnecessary when this incessant need throbs between us, overwhelming us both. I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face against his throat, clinging to him. Breathing deep his spicy scent, it floods my senses, making me dizzy. I shriek like a scared little girl when he disentangles me from him and I fall onto the mattress with a bounce.

Pushing my hair out of my face, I look up to find he’s watching me with those intense blue eyes while taking off his clothes. He sheds his sweater and the T-shirt he was wearing underneath it, exposing his glorious chest. I eat him up with my gaze, my core clenching when he reaches for the fly of his jeans and undoes it, shedding them and his boxer briefs inseconds. Until he’s standing in front of me completely naked and beautiful.

My gaze drops to his dick and I lick my lips like the greedy girl I am, though a tinge of fear streaks through me. He’s…big. At least, he looks big to me. Maybe he’s average-sized, I don’t know but I’m nervous all over again now that I see him naked.

“You look terrified.”

I meet his gaze, swallowing hard. “You’re…”

“I’ll fit.” He grips the base of his cock and gives it a short stroke. A pearly drop of pre-cum appears at the tip and I remember what he tasted like. How pleased he was with me after I gave him my first blow job ever. “Don’t be scared, Sin. I’m going to make it good for you.”

He’s on the bed with me, stretching his long frame out beside me, his mouth finding mine in a carnal kiss. Our tongues tangle, our teeth clash, and I scoot closer to him, wanting more. Needing more. His hands rove all over me, slipping beneath my sweater, easily finding my breast. He didn’t buy me a bra when he purchased my clothes this morning and I’m sure he did that on purpose.

Well, I’m not complaining now because he has easy access. His fingers stroke and knead, his thumb circling around one nipple, then the other. Back and forth, teasing me, working me into a frenzy that leaves me breathless. And when he takes off my sweater and ducks his head to draw a nipple into his mouth, I buck against him, the strong pull of his lips tugging on something deep inside me, drawing me deeper into mindless pleasure.

He runs his mouth all over my chest. Licking and sucking and biting my skin like he can’t get enough of me. I thrust my fingers into his hair and hold him to me, always afraid he might end all of this and send me on my way. I can hardly bear the thought of him calling it off between us, it destroys me so badly.

August destroys me. Slowly but surely with his mouth andtongue and fingers. His hot words whispered into my skin, that blazing intensity in his eyes. When he lifts his head to stare at me, I stare back, helpless. I can hardly breathe thanks to the way he’s watching me. Like he’s trying to figure out how exactly he got here with me. In his bed.

Is he as shaken with the intensity that simmers between us as I am? I’m on edge, on the verge of orgasm already and we’ve only just begun.

But it feels like we’ve been working toward this moment since the day we encountered each other all these years later. When I was so angry and he was intrigued. My anger and ambivalence drew him to me and that was the last thing I wanted.

Or so I thought.

He removes my jeans and panties until I’m as naked as he is, and when his fingers dip between my thighs and begin to stroke, I let my legs fall open. My breaths come faster when he increases his pace, matching his movements and when he pinches my clit between two fingers and tugs? I sink my teeth into my bottom lip to keep from crying out.

“Not going to let you come yet,” he murmurs, pressing slow circles against my clit with his thumb. “You like that, Sin?”

I nod furiously, lost to the sensation that races through me. The circles become tighter and tighter, faster and faster, and a wave slips over me, pulling me under. Straight toward bliss.

August removes his thumb from my clit and I want to sob. My entire body is strung tight; I was so focused on that one spot where so much pleasure radiated outward. I open my eyes to find him kneeling on the mattress between my spread legs, his cock standing straight out from his body. His skin is covered with the lightest sheen of sweat and I realize I’m sweating too. It’s too much and not enough all at once and I drape my arm over my eyes, unable to look at him for too long.

He hovers above me in an instant, carefully removing myarm from my face and when I spot the gentle glow in his eyes, some of the tension leaves my body as I sink into the mattress.

“You want me to eat that pretty little pussy of yours?” His fingers slide up my thigh, drifting across the top of my pussy.

I nod, arching my hips. Seeking his touch.

“Say it.” He removes his hand like the sadist he is. “Beg for it, baby. You know I love it when you cry.”

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