Page 213 of The Invite
“Did you get on the pill?”
Her throat bobs as she answers. “I didn’t get a chance.”
“We’re toeing the line, honey. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve filled you with my cum. You could be pregnant right now.”
“August! That’s crazy!”
“Not impossible.” Splaying my palm on her soft abs, I circle her belly button with my finger. “I’m all for you being swollen with our kids, but we aren’t ready. One day, I will breed you, Nessa. You can decide how many. We’ll visit the doctor to get you checked and on the pill.”
She stiffens, and utters in a panic, “We can’t go together.”
“I didn’t say to a local clinic.” I caress her arm soothingly and press a kiss on her shoulder. “We’ll drive to the next town over.”
“Oh… fine. But are you still going to finish…” she probes, shying away from asking point-blank, “tonight?”
“Spill my seed inside you?” A hitch is in her breath as she quickly nods. I smile at her adorableness and rasp against her ear, “You’ll know in the morning.”
Glaring at me over her shoulder despite the rosy hue on her cheeks, she scolds, “It’s you who’s been reckless, you know.”
“Honey, if you could feel how I do when my cock is buried in your wet heat, you’d know.” Blush deepening, she looks away. Reaching between us, I fist my shaft and rub it back and forth against her slit. “Can you sleep like this?”
“How?” Her soft voice is full of naïve curiosity.
Motherfucker. Her innocence is deadly like a priceless drug.
“Like.” I slowly push my half-mast cock inside her pussy, my eyes closing from the magnificent sensation. I’ll be ready to fuck in a second. I groan. “This.”
She clenches and pushes her ass into my abs. “Oh.”
“Keep my dick warm through the night,” I tell her after I’ve calmed down and stroke her folds. “You won’t even know I’m fucking you later. Sleep now.”
***
Nessa
A ringing stirs me awake and I blink against the morning light pouring into the masculine room. The noise immediately stops.
The heat against my back is like a furnace. Yet divine and comfortable.
It takes my hazy brain a second to recognize it as Augustus, who has his arms and legs tangled with mine. His even breathing ruffling my hair at the top of my head.
My pussy instinctively clenches.
He’sstillinside me.
Hard. Long. Throbbing.
It’s not what has me swallowing back a gasp. It’s the dried cum coating the outside of my pussy. Oh my! I can’t believe he really fucked me. How come I didn’t feel him moving? And why isthathot, but not scary?
Careful not to wake him, I inch my hand down and rub my fingers through my folds. They’re tender and under my teasing touch, I become wet. I tear my hand away before I clench again and disturb him.
I won’t lie, I’m relieved he had the sense to not come inside me. It shows how far he’s come in putting my wishes first.
I’m jerked out of my inner monologue when my phone beeps in the drawer. Briefly glancing at the clock on the bedside table, it shows six in the morning.
Who could be texting me at this time?
It takes everything inside me not to shoot off the mattress when I recall the events of last night. I don’t even know the entire story because Augustus didn’t let me go online. What humiliating things are they saying about me? Does the entire town know or just the school? Am I even going to have a job after today?
