Page 206 of The Invite
“Yes, I’d love it.”
“So would I, every minute of it.” His fingers dig into my thighs, like he’s fighting to do it right now but the fantasy we’re playing is too filthy and stimulating to end. “Until I can, use my cock. Rub it in your cream and slap it on your clit.”
Hitching my hips a little higher on his stomach, I curl my hand around his slippery shaft and follow his dirty command. His thick girth easily splits my folds that I no longer need to use my fingers.
Fisting him hard, I spank the wide crown on the bundle of nerves. “Oh god!”
“Again.”
Smack!
Both of us moan at the contact. My stomach clenches at the slowly building ache, that was hovering in the background. Augustus lets loose a guttural moan, sending vibrations to my tight nipples.
“Grind on my dick.” His hand inches up my thigh, caressing roughly. “Let me feel that soft and drenched pussy. Do it, you little fuck.”
I can no longer keep my head up as I rub my slit all over his length. His hold on my thighs loosens so I can move faster and harder.
Head bent, breathing harsh, he stares as I debase myself on his cock. The friction sends me into another dimension. My clit sings in ecstasy every time his cockhead smacks against it. I’m so soaked, my pussy makes a wet and rhythmic noise.
“Ahh…” I cry out when Augustus pinches the inside of my thigh without warning.
“Fuck, such a sweet and obedient little pet I’ve found.” Pushing my hand on my clit in a silent command to flick it, he whispers degrading praises. “You were just waiting to be owned and corrupted. Underneath those prim and proper clothes, you’re a nasty little slut, willing to be anyone’s fuck toy.”
“Not anyone’s, yours,” I rasp, rolling my hips. “Just like you’remymasked devil. Only mine.”
His chest shakes at my territorial claim. Cupping my pussy with one hand, while grabbing my throat with the other, he holds me immobile and growls, “Say it again.”
“You’re mine, August,” I darkly say. “You belong to me. When you make me yours in front of the world, I want you to wear my name on your skin where they all can see. Every woman that dares to lay her eyes on you, she better know I own you. Not even for a second can they dream you’ll ever be theirs.”
The demands come from deep within my soul, suspended in the air around us.
“They won’t, little prey.” Augustus’s unwavering voice envelops my heart and fills my veins until his promise becomes a part of me. “Mark me any way you desire. Every woman ceased existing to me the moment I saw, hunted, and captured you.”
“Tell me I own you.”
“You own me, Nessa,” he growls without missing a beat. Without a shadow of doubt. “From my skin to my bones. From the blood running in my veins to my cold, dead heart that breathes only for you. You. fucking. Own. Me. Mind, body, and soul.”
Wrenching my shirt down, the remaining buttons flying everywhere, he tears it off until I’m naked. Lifting me by the waist, the tip of his cock poises at my entrance. Yanking me down, he fills me in one stroke.
“August!” I scream, as my body struggles to accept the invasion.
I violently shudder from head to toe, going into shock.
He is deep inside me to the root, his balls smashed against my ass, and I don’t know whether to stay still or squirm to get away.
Only for him to decide for me.
Keeping me impaled on his monstrous cock, he stands and bends me over the arm of the chair. Digging his fingers into my hips, he withdraws slowly and slams to the hilt with a snarl.
“August,” I whimper as the chair skids from the force of his thrusts.
“This cunt was made to take me,” he barks, tugging me back as he thrusts into my spasming hole. “Made to accept my barbarity. My vicious need. Made to be filled by my dick. You’re going to goddamn take all of it, however—”Thrust. “—I see—”Thrust.“—fit—”Thrust.
“Oh my god!”
Crack!
“Wrong man, little prey.” A punishing spank lands on my ass again. The sound reverberating in the cavernous room. “You’re worshipping at the altar of your devil. Pray. To. Me.”
