Page 152 of The Invite
A blush blossoms on my cheeks as I wordlessly obey him and moan once I fill my pussy. Roaming my gaze down his ripped chest and torso, I marvel over every square inch of him while lazily fucking myself.
“Stretch your hole,” he grunts, widening my thighs to stare raptly. “Stop with the teasing and fuck yourself like you did alone that night.”
My attention is stolen by his hand working on unbuckling his belt and fresh nerves filter in. No amount of fingers is going to prepare me for that beast. It’s going to hurt either way.
I lurch off the couch for a split second when he thrusts his finger beside my own into my channel. “Oh god!”
“So goddamn slick.” Another finger joins, stretching me like he wanted. “Tight as hell. Tell me you’re not a virgin, Nessa.”
I swallow and shake my head. “I’m not.”
“You’ve obviously haven’t been fucked by a real man then if you’re still struggling to fit my fingers.” He snorts. “Fuck! Hear the sounds you’re making. You may as well be a virgin.”
Lustful shame raises goosebumps on my skin, and I lower my gaze shyly. “It’s been a while.”
Wrong thing to utter because he freezes intimidatingly. “How many years?”
Is it embarrassing that he doesn’t even bother to ask for months, just assumes it’s years? I hate his cockiness.
“Why does it matter?”
“Because I asked,” he scolds, roughly thrusting. “Now answer the fucking question.”
“Ten years.” The fullness from our fingers in my pussy is almost unbearable.
The answer pleases him, I can sense it by the desire shadowing his angular cheeks. Intrigue mixes into it when hedoes the math and asks in a hypnotic tone set as a trap. “How many men have you been with?”
“One,” I whisper so low I’m not sure he hears it.
His fingers disappear from inside my pussy.
Wait… Is he changing his mind about fucking me? Because I’m inexperienced compared to him? Shouldn’t it be the other way around? I’m older than him.
The clank of his belt and the hissing noise of unzipping wrenches my alarmed gaze back to his eyes. He looks like he’s seconds away from eating me alive as he whips out his intimidating erection. Moisture beads at the tip, glistening like a pearl.
I automatically lick my lips.
My hand is torn away from my sex to wrap around his girth. He pumps my arousal all over himself. Tightening my grip, I eagerly stroke him from the root to the tip.
His head drops and he sighs in pleasure when I rub my thumb over the crown.
Splaying a hand on my inner thigh, he exposes me lewdly and runs his tongue across his teeth.
“Such a hot cunt.”
Smack!
“August!” I scream at the sharp sting.
He slaps my pussy again.
“Take. It.”
Pinning me down when my back shoots off the couch, his palm delivers another hard spank against my core. I pant and twist from side to side.
Something hot swipes over my sore slit and I hiss. Prying my blurry eyes open, I see Augustus eating me out. He looks up, and I blush. His tongue makes an erotic dance of slowly licking from my entrance to my clit before sucking it hard.
My limbs shake uncontrollably as he brings me to the heel of another orgasm, but he sits up at the last second. The whine dies down my throat when he leans over my prone form and glides his shaft against my pussy.
