Page 142 of Falling Offsides

“Auguste…” I choke when he nips my ear.

A heated current shoots straight to my core. It's obscene… animalistic… a claim so raw I'm trembling from my head to my toes. Desperate for him to touch me where I need it most.

“Please," I whimper, not even sure what I'm begging for anymore.

Auguste's eyes lock with mine, a dangerous gleam flashing in their depths. "Please what, Snow? Use your words."

"I need… I need you to touch me." My voice breaks, desperation stripping away any pretense.

Auguste chuckles. A taunting gleam in his eyes as he retorts, "I am touching you."

"No, I—" My protest dissolves into a gasp as he suddenly lifts me, hands gripping my ass as he carries me to the dining table.

His lips never leave my skin, nipping and sucking marks on mythroat, my collarbone, the tops of my breasts. Each bite harder than the last.

“Time for a snack,” he chuckles between his ragged breaths.

Auguste’s eyes are firmly on mine as he lowers down my body. Licking and sucking down to my trembling chest.

His teeth graze my nipple before he takes it into his mouth, sucking hard enough to make me cry out. My back arches off the table, pressing myself deeper into his hungry mouth while his tongue flicks and teases the sensitive peak.

"You taste so fucking sweet," he hums against my skin, moving to lavish the same attention on my other breast.

His hands pin my wrists above my head, holding me captive as he works his way down my body. Each kiss, each bite claiming every inch of my skin. Mapping me, memorizing me.

"Auguste," I gasp when his teeth sink into the soft flesh just below my ribs, my fingers pushing into his coarse curls.

His response is a gravelly groan against my skin. "Say it again. My name from that pretty fucking mouth."

"Auguste," I repeat, breathier this time as his hands slide up my thighs, thumbs pressing into the bruises he left earlier, rekindling their ache.

He pulls back to look at me sprawled across his dining table, his expression amazed and… starved. "Spread your legs wider."

I obey without hesitation, my thighs trembling as I expose myself to him.

"I'm going to ruin you," he murmurs against my skin, breath hot as fire.

His hands slide down my sides, fingers hooking into the waistband of my thong. With one swift motion, he tears the delicate lace apart, the sound of ripping fabric sending a jolt through my body.

"Look at you. Look… at… you," he breathes, spreading me open with his thumbs. "Soaked for me."

I can't help the whimper that escapes me as he lowers his head, his hot breath teasing my aching center. My hips lift involuntarily, seeking his mouth.

"Desperate little thing," he taunts, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. "Tell me what you want."

"Your mouth." My fingers clutch the edge of the table. "Please, I need your mouth on me."

Auguste's eyes lock with mine, loaded with promise. "Since you asked so nicely."

His tongue flattens against me in one long, slow lick that has me arching off the table. The sensation is overwhelming after being wound up so tight.

Slick and relentless, his tongue flicks over my clit with an approving groan.

“Oh, God…” A cry escapes my lips, raw and involuntary. My body reacts instinctively, attempting to twist away from the overwhelming sensation, but his strong arms hold me firmly in place, anchoring me to the moment.

“You wanted my mouth, Snow,” Auguste says, blowing across my drenched pussy. “You fucking got it.”

He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let up. He fucks me with his tongue until I’m shaking, writhing up into his face, needing more. Needing him inside me.

---