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Over.
And over.
And over.
He slowed to a creep.
“FUCK.”
Warm, thick semen crept down my throat. I closed my eyes, savoring the taste.
“Fuck, baby.”
August pulled me from my knees. I swallowed what was left of him before leading him to the bed. I pressed his body into the mattress. Wordlessly, I climbed up top.
My lips rested on his. I stuck my tongue down his throat, hoping to taste the sweet corn on his flesh.
“Get him back up,” I demanded.
“He never went down, baby. He’s yours for the taking.”
I didn’t have to hear it again. His words were music to my ears. I placed both feet flat on the bed and grabbed a hold of his tool. True to his word, his dick was hard as a rock. I rubbed it against my slit, lubricating it well before halting it near my entry point.
With his elbows pressed into the bed, August observed. His mouth slackened. His forehead crinkled. And, when I slid down onto him, his eyes closed. Those broad shoulders curled inward.
“Tiana,” he moaned.
“Open your eyes.”
I slid up.
Then down.
Then up.
Then down.
My slime coated him completely.
“Open your eyes.”
“O– okay.”
Then down.
Then up.
Then down.
I grabbed both sides of his face and pulled it closer.
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you.”
“Tell me you’ll never leave me lonely.”
He shook his head.
