Page 208 of The Invite
“I never want to pull out.” His cock swells as he crams me full of it. “Want to keep you right here, all your holes available to me. Fucking you whenever I’m hard. Will you wait for me, Ness? Will you spread your legs as soon as I come down here?”
I’m incapable of answering as needy moans spill from my lips. My ass and pussy starting to ache from the onslaught of his relentless pounding. His stamina both scary and sexy.
“Can’t talk?” He chuckles low. “Have I broken you already? Poor prey.”
Flipping me onto my back, his masked face looms over mine as he thrusts deep. So hard that I shunt up the floor. Shoving my arms over my head, he intertwines our fingers and fucks me hard and fast.
“Don’t worry, I’m close.”
His sinister and possessive eyes pin me in place rather than his weight and grip. The irises turning so black, he looks possessed.
“You’ll come with me.”
My gaze widens. “I-I can’t.”
“Wrap your legs around me.”
“August,” I protest.
“Do it.” There’s an edge to his voice, telling me he’s close and not to disobey.
Once my ankles are locked right over his hips, he switches the angles of his thrusts and hammers in short but hard and deep strokes. I squeal, twisting my head left and right when I feel the crown hit right against my G-spot.
A fresh stream of arousal spills from my pussy, creating a wet noise as our hips slap together. Augustus’s manly grunts play in my ears, seducing my body into another soaring orgasm.
My muscles clench down on him, breaking his rhythm.
Every bit of his control.
Sliding his arms underneath my shoulders, he curls his fingers around them and ruts into me like a beast. I’m held immobile, accepting his savagery, unable to go anywhere. It triggers a climax that makes my head spin.
“Augustus!” I shout hoarsely. The pleasure is too intense.
“Fuck. Fuck… Fuck, Ness.” He buries himself deep and shoots his release. Hot and thick stream of cum pumps into my womb. “Sweet fucking pussy, milking me dry. Don’t—” His shaft jerks. “—miss a—” Spilling another load. “—single drop.”
His head drops to my neck, fingers leaving bruises on my skin, and I pull at his hair, crying and moaning.
I hold on to him like he’s my lifeline.
I drag my eyes open as rough hands gently frame my face. Augustus’s rugged face stares back at me. I have no clue when he removed his mask.
“You’re a goddamn treasure, Nessa Davenport,” he possessively praises while running the back of his knuckle down my cheek. Kissing away the lingering tears, his lips claim mine in a toe-curling kiss.
I’m sinking into it when a shrill noise pulls us apart.
I realize it’s coming from a phone.
A series of notifications pinging cuts through the blissful aftermath of our fucking. Pressing a kiss on my neck, Augustus stands and pads over, naked, to his phone. I become distracted by the red and raw scratch marks running down his back.
Oh god! Did I give him those?
They look vicious. Some are even bleeding.
I open my mouth to apologize and ask if he’s okay when he turns, but the chilling expression on his angular face makes my blood run cold.
“What is it?” I question, immediately on alert. Picking up the discarded shirt, I rise and slide it on. Reaching Augustus, I touch his forearm. “August?”
“The secrets are everywhere.”
