Page 207 of The Invite
“Please!”
“Who are you begging to?” Our hips keep slapping as he bends over my slick back, and hisses, “God or me?”
“You.”
“Who the fuck am I? Who’s inside you? Who’s owning your tight cunt one inch at a time?”
“M-my devil.”Thrust.“My monster.”Thrust. “My… shadow.”Thrust.
My eyes roll in the back of my head as he pounds into me in earnest, all signs of humanity gone. Each thrust lifts my feet off the ground. The arm of the chair digs into my belly. It slides dangerously but before I can fall, a fist in my hair yanks me upright.
I reach back, grabbing onto Augustus’s thighs as he bottoms out and grinds.
“Bring it back,” he commands.
My arm shakes but I do as he says, pulling the chair toward us. Settling back down with my pussy crammed full of his cock, he swivels the seat until the camera is right in front of our masked faces, capturing the depravity.
Cupping my heaving breasts in each hand, he rasps darkly, “The show isn’t over until the climax, pet. Make it count so they come back for more.”
“Like this?” I whisper, trailing my fingers down my stomach to the top of my pussy. Inching even lower, I feel where we’re joined. The illicit touch causes my inner muscles to clench around his girth.
“Yeah, filthy girl.” He thrusts. “Show them how much you love coming around my cock. Stroke your tiny clit until you’re dripping down my balls.”
Enraptured by his dirty talk and the way it skyrockets my lust, I press down on my nub and stroke mercilessly. “Uhmmm… So good.”
“Motherfuc— How you milk my dick. It’s exquisite.”
His fingers tug and pinch my nipples while he fucks me lazily. The added stimulation, the thrill of the anonymity, the sublime burn of his cock stretching me—it all convulses into a sharp, pressing need.
“I-I’m going to—”
“Fucking come for me!” commands Augustus with a slap to my breast. “Soak me in your cum. Now.”
My body his slave, shatters into oblivion at his guttural voice. My pussy clenches and spasms on his shaft buried to the hilt. Still in the throes of ecstasy, I’m thrown to the unforgiving ground.
The mask is wrenched over my head and I’m blinded by the full ferocity of the bright lights. Augustus’s hand twists in my strands and forces me onto all fours. My muddled brain processes the wetness landing on my asshole a little too late. When I do, a finger is already pushing past the tight ring of muscles.
Startled, I crawl away from the invasion.
But I barely move an inch.
“Let my finger in your ass, Ness,” coaxes Augustus harshly, stretching my hole until he’s in to the knuckle.
It feels impossible with his cock wedged deep in my sore pussy. “Please… I’m too full, August.”
“Not enough.” Even his finger is like a rod inside me, splitting my channel open. Especially when he rotates it, pressing on the nerves. “I’m going to fuck you here too. Any day now. You better welcome my cock in your virgin ass or it’s going to hurt.”
My elbows give out when he pulls both the finger and his dick all the way out. With nail-biting force, he thrusts inside, filling both my holes.
“That’s it, honey.” Withdraw. “Take all of it.” Slam. “My gorgeous little prey.”
I scratch at the floor, breathless and spent as he uses my body to sate his own lust. I’m nothing more than a fuck doll, letting him ravage me. I’m floating in a space where pleasure and pain converge.
“August!” I cry when another finger joins in my ass.
“You’re so tight like this.”
“Please.”
