Page 131 of The Invite
I get out of my side and follow her into the back. Staring at me like I’d bite her any second, she glues herself to the opposite side. One tug of my hand around her small wrist, I haul her ass onto my lap.
She gasps and lands her palms on my shoulders to stop herself from face-palming onto my chest.
“Do you just not know how to be polite?”
“Being polite doesn’t get one anywhere and is a waste of time.”
Her eyelashes flutter as she tries hard not to roll her eyes.
Toying with her silky hair, I raise a brow. “Would you have sat on my lap had I asked nicely?”
“Yes.”
I chuckle. “Now, who’s being impolite by lying?”
Using her grip as leverage, she leans as far back as her position allows. My fingers slip from her hair. It’s barely a couple of inches but might as well be a mile from how pissed it makes me.
Sliding my hand up her back to cup her neck, I yank her to me. Her breasts smash against my pecs but the thick material of her hoodie doesn’t allow me to feel her nipples. Or the petal-soft skin of hers that I’m obsessed with touching, exploring, and marking with my teeth.
Those plump and pink lips of hers part as I push my fingers underneath the hem and don’t stop until I reach her bra. Pulling down the cup, I palm her entire tit. Her gaze becomes hooded as I massage and squeeze. Soft. Rough. Hard.
The nipple hardens into a diamond and I twist it, delivering a bite of pain.
She squirms, biting down on her bottom lip in response.
I switch to the other tit and fist it hard until her eyelids shut. Needing them on mine to watch the play of shameful pleasure, I scratch my nails on the nipple and pull until she wrenches open her eyes, shimmering like water.
Taking mercy, I let her breast go and trail my hand over the flat of her stomach. It hollows in and out with her shuddering chest. My fingers meet her waistband and I shove inside, into her panties, and dip them between her wet folds.
“Utterly soaked,” I growl hungrily.
Color hits her cheeks and she drops her gaze shyly. But snaps them up when the view below is of my wrist indecently buried in her leggings and rubbing her pussy.
Delicate and tight.
I swirl around her arousal and she looks to the side, unable to hold my heated stare. I make it my mission to force them back on me by thrusting two fingers into her hole without a warning.
“Oh!” Her mouth drops open on a groan at the sudden fullness, eyes sliding to mine when I give another deep thrust. So hard that she bounces on my lap.
I tighten my grip around her neck to hold her still while I bang her cunt on short but deep plunges. Forcing her tight channel to accept my ferocity. I’m preparing her because this is nothing compared to how hard I’ll fuck her with my cock.
I don’t know why I’m torturing myself by waiting when I can have her anytime and anywhere I want. But our first time won’t be in the back seat of a car while I’m short on time.
Minutes won’t be enough. I want hours upon hours of playing with her body, tasting her all over with my mouth and ravaging every single hole of hers as I listen to her cries of ecstasy.
Even that won’t be enough.
Days. Months. Years might sate my hunger, but it’s not a guarantee.
“Augustus… slow down…please.”
“Tell me where you’re staying,” I demand, listening to her plea.
She folds her lip between her teeth, refusing to divulge.
I speed up my thrusts, changing the angle to hit the spot that sends her into another dimension. Her nails scratch my hoodie as she seeks purchase to pull away or lean closer, there’s no telling which.
Soon, her fingertips dig into my shoulder while another set finds its way into my hair at the base and yanks at the strands when my harsh pace becomes too much.
