Page 203 of The Invite
I blink, certain I misheard him. One glance at his filthy expression proves me wrong. Inclining his head, he growls, “Get on all fours and crawl to me, little prey.”
Ensnared by the dirty glint in his eye, I lower to my hands and knees, and crawl toward him. It should be degrading but with the reverence he watches me, makes me feel sexy. Thecloser I get to him, the more conscious I become of the lights and the cameras.
Augustus leans forward as soon as I stop between his feet. I forget about our surroundings the second he softly grips my chin. The skin-on-skin contact a balm to my soul. It grounds me like nothing else does. Tilting my head, he murmurs low, “It’s just you and me.”
His soft assurance sheds the last of my nerves and I completely sink into my role. Once he’s confident I’m ready, he drops his hand and settles back against the chair. His gaze hardens as he issues another command. “Take out my cock and get it wet.”
With trembling fingers, I lower the waistband and push one hand inside. Hot, silky skin wrapped around a hard shaft meets my palm and I circle it tightly. Pulling it out, I’m left awestruck and scared by the thickness and the length from this close.
I’m shocked how I’m even walking after having it inside of me twice.
My pussy quivers at the memory.
Was it only a few days ago he claimed me?
“I didn’t ask you to stare, I told you to suck,” Augustus says impatiently, jolting me from my inner musings.
A soft, hungry noise pierces the air and I’m stunned that it came from me.
Placing one palm on this thigh for balance, I cover the purple and moist crown with my lips, and suck. A groan rumbles from above, sending a shiver down my spine.
Holding him by the base, I take as much of him as possible in my mouth. I immediately choke and pull off him. I sneak a peek at him and find his eyes shut tight. However, there’s a rapturous quality to them, even though I can’t see his face entirely.
Squeezing him a little, I suck his length again. This time, I use my tongue and roll it around the head before teasing the slit with the barest flick.
Precum erupts in my mouth and I greedily drink it. Craving another shot, I squeeze and stroke while pulling him deeper.
I have no clue what I’m doing because he’s never allowed me this much control until tonight. It’s a high but I learn that I love his domineering and rough touch more. I love when he manhandles me, makes me submit, and uses me as he wishes.
As if he heard my inner thoughts, a fist bundles my hair tightly, followed by a nasty encouragement. “Make a mess. Spit and choke on it. Slobber all over my cock like you’re desperate for it.”
His hips thrust up hard, as if to enunciate his words.
I moan around his shaft, making his eyes fly open. A deeply penetrating look into my tear-filled eyes is all it takes from him to understand my need. Proving we’re connected on an innate level.
Twisting my strands harder, he pushes my head down, forcing more than half of his length. I sputter and drool as I struggle to breathe, but I don’t tap out.
“Oh, you need a rough throat fucking, is that it, little prey?” he taunts, lips tilting to the side in a vicious grin. “Wantmeto make a mess of you?” Yanking me up until the tip is in, he brings my mouth down just as he thrusts up. “Is this what you want, slut?”
He doesn’t pause fucking my throat to let me answer because there’s no need.
It’s all in my hooded eyes and tear-soaked cheeks.
“What a tragedy,” he coos tauntingly, lodging his cock deep. “In our tale, the teacher becomes the student’s pet.”
Arousal drips down my thighs at those indecent and forbidden words.
“Suck when I fill your throat,” he grunts, staring at his length disappearing in between my lips. “Poor prey. Nobody’s taught you how to suck a cock. I’m loving breaking in your virgin mouth, Ness. So wet and hot and eager.”
Withdrawing, he fists his girth and rubs our combined spit and precum all over my face. “Told you I’ll dirty you up, teach.”
Tugging me closer, he bares the lower half of his face to spit on my lips and slaps my cheek with his cock. Then repeats it again. I lick and swallow it up like it’s my sustenance.
“So beautiful,” he rasps, hooked by my brazenness. “You were made to be debauched by me.”
“Only by you,” I murmur.
With a smile, he thrusts back inside and makes my mouth his home. Every pleasured groan that escapes him thrums in my veins and I swallow him down.
