Page 205 of The Invite
Augustus’s cock, pressing between my ass cheeks, throbs as he teaches me a lesson in seduction. I can’t help but grind, needing him stretching my walls.
Instead, he trails our hands back to my empty pussy. Even as his length jerks, his voice stays dark and collected. “Every time you tease, give them a little more.”
Continuing to rub my slit, he drags my shirt up with his free hand, baring my sex for a lingering breath before letting the fabric flutter back down. With each passing second, the caresses on my core become longer and deeper.
I make needy sounds I don’t even recognize.
Everything about the moment makes me feverish, ramping up my arousal. The bright lights falling on us, his filthy voice in my ear, exploring hands and the scent of our sex in the air.
“The slow burn isn’t just for them, it’s for you too,” groans Augustus, as my juices spill down our wrists. “Feel how much your sweet pussy is leaking all over our fingers. It’s creating a mess. The ones watching you? They’re worse. All they’re thinking about is if you’re just as badly turned on as them.”
“I am,” I say raggedly.
“Show them.” His hands disappear to hold my thighs open. “Let them see your tight little cunt.”
I lift the shirt, revealing my swollen pussy and… his cock.
“That’s it, pet.”
Fuck! The crude name doesn’t help my state.
“Play with it like you did on your couch.”
The second I swirl a finger through the wetness, my head drops at the sensation.
“No!” barks Augustus. “Look ahead.”
His harsh tone has me obeying and stroking my folds faster. I pant roughly as I press down on my nub with my thumb, flicking it rapidly. Every up and down caress touches my fingers against his shaft, parting my ass cheeks.
I don’t touch it, but I do swivel my hips against it, loving the way it pulses.
The intensity and the heat of his stare maddens me. One second, I feel like I’m flying, and the next, like I’m free-falling into a blissful void.
“You’re doing so good,” praises Augustus. The fingers digging into my leg inch toward my shirt, unfastening the buttons one by one. I hiss at the cold air touching my overheated skin as he pushes the fabric aside on one side. “Can’t let them miss these pretty tits. So ripe and perky with nipples begging to be pinched.”
“Ah… um!” I cry out when he twists the tip. My pained whimper brings out his sadism as he twists harder. “August… Please.”
“Nah.” His fingers pull and stretch the sore nipple. “Hurt for me.”
“I can’t!” I jerk against his hold, forgetting to masturbate. My entire being focused on his hand tormenting my breast. My vision tunnels as he kneads the flesh after letting go of the throbbing tip. “Oh…”
“I love your tears, pet,” he cruelly teases. “My brutality makes your pussy wet.”
As if to side with him, my traitorous hole spills more moisture. A dizzying wave of lust builds as I feel the dulling pain add to my pleasure. I resume playing with my core.
“Good girl. Give them more, pet.”
“More?” I gasp, delirious.
“Yes. Be a wanton little slut and part your folds until I can see that needy little clit.”
Using my other hand, I make a V with two fingers until he can see everything. His hand kneading my breast snakes down to ruthlessly pinch the swollen nub.
My hips lurch off his lap but his hold doesn’t let me go anywhere.
I whimper, as my sex beats its own pulse.
“Such a pretty pink pussy,” he growls, sounding like an animal. “I could lick it for the rest of my life, worship it with my mouth day and night. Would you like that, pet? My lips sucking and kissing it?”
