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My clit was engorged. Thirst made every limb and every inch of skin tender to the touch. I was famished. Since the day I recognized August standing behind Rome with his hands folded in front of him, I’d been hungry for whatever he had to offer.
Dark brown skin coated him. His hair was trimmed to perfection. The line on the taper fade was surgically applied twice weekly. He had legs like stilts. He was long and lean, but still meaty. August wasn’t thin, but neither was he extremely thick. He was perfect.
For me at least.
Blood filled my mouth as our lips collided.
“Auuuuuugust,” I moaned as he found my bulb.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I just want you to myself, Ti.”
His fingers entered me, pressing into my clit internally. His thumb slid around my outer bulb, provoking a body-shattering earthquake that would ultimately result in a tsunami.
“August.”
I didn’t recognize my voice. It was low. Lustful. Dramatic. Desperate. Confident. Submissive.
“You’re soaking, Tiana.”
I closed my eyes, falling victim to his words. His charm. His cologne. His breath against me. His mouth. His movements. His fingers. His tone. His strength. His skills. His gun.
“Uhhhhh.”
Everything tingled. My breath quickened.
My body slid up the wall at once. On one hand, I wanted to escape his mercilessness. On the other hand, I wanted to crash into it. Crash into him. And, burst. Burst like fireworks on aholiday. Burst like a shaken, acidic beverage. Burst like the sun’s light at the peak of daylight.
“Augggg.”
I thrusted my hips toward his body, intensifying the feeling of his fingers inside of me. As I began to mount, his movements stopped. My body was pressed into the wall, and I was silently chastised.
“Wha–”
“If I needed your assistance, Ti, I would’ve had you play with your pussy while I watched.”
August’s voice against my skin was pure honey. I consumed every word, waiting for another one. But, he silenced himself. His fingers resumed their rhythm with the mission to gut me for everything I had.
My body temperature grew with each stroke of his index and middle fingers. I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening our connection. My ending was near. And, I quickly grasped the fact that my beginning was even closer.
“Uhhh–”
Primal groans marked the foundation of something far beyond my wildest dreams. Everything within me consented to this moment. This meeting. This match. This magic.
My shoulders rounded as my clit swelled three times its size. Sparkles of bright glitter burst behind my eyelids. My chest sank three inches, pushing my breasts into each other.
“Cum for me,” August insisted.
I did as I was told, raining down on his fingers. My nectar was plentiful, lubricating his hand and dripping down his wrist.
“Uhhh– Uhhhh… Uhhhhh.”
My center throbbed. A slow heartbeat developed as it contracted, in search of semen to extract from the shaft of its victim.
Cold air touched my back, notifying me of the changes being made. August trekked through my home with his lips against mine. I met the middle of my sheets, leaving him hovering over me. Dazed by the intensity of my climax, I struggled to regain my sense of awareness.
“Augusssssss–”
It wasn’t until his lips were against my slit that I became fully aware of what was happening around me. August was undressed, and his knees had found my floor.
