Page 13 of Hard To Love

“I got you, angel. I promise I do.” I swallowed hard. “I’ll make this good for you.” His deep voice vibrated between us. “Now, be a good girl for me and hold this for me, beautiful, and lean back against the wall.” He handed me the skirt of my dress, tucking the material gently into my hands.

His eyes slipped from mine down to my panty-covered sex and hissed. The expression on his face would be one I would never forget. No matter if this whole thing went to shit or became the best thing of my life, the intensity and awe in his gaze would forever be engrained in my brain.

“I could die now and be a happy man,” he rasped, his eyes burning my skin.

There was something about the way he looked at me. Something I had somehow never noticed but was vaguely familiar. Like I’d seen flashes of it, flashes I’d brushed off because the possibility of what they could mean felt impossible.

“I’d rather you not,” I whispered. A choked chuckle bubbled out of him, but he didn’t look up at me. His eyes were still on my sex, and my cheeks and neck felt hot. I knew there was no hiding the growing arousal I felt. He took a jagged breath, and when he exhaled, he almost sounded like an animal.

“You like me looking at you, don’t you, angel?” he grunted, leaning his face closer. So close, his breath fanned against my most sensitive flesh.

Another first.

“Auggie…” I couldn’t say another word because his mouth was there. Right where I was dying to feel him. His tongue licked my panty-covered sex, and my back pressed against the wall behind me in an attempt not to fall. “Aug—"

“Taste good. Tell me I can take these little panties off your sexy body,” he demanded gruffly, and I swallowed. My mouth felt dry, my skin hot. Like I was one big, live electric wire waiting to be touched.

Waiting to spark and light up.

“Auggie, I’ve, umm, never—” God, I felt so lame. Prudish. I was pregnant with someone else’s baby, yet there were so many things I’d never done. So many firsts I wanted August to take.

“Me neither.” My eyes dropped to his and watched him nudge his nose against the waistband of my panties.

“August,” I gasped.He’d never? Not once?

“I promise I’ll make you feel good, angel, Sandy…”

“You’re a—"

“Yes,” he cut me off, then made me moan with an open-mouthed kiss. “You’re going to be my one and only, Sandy. Just like you’ve been the only one to get under my skin and burrow herself inside my heart. Now, tell me what I need to hear. Give me permission to taste you.”

“Auggie.” My entire body felt like it was going to implode. I trembled like the last leaf on a late autumn tree. “Please…”

The tips of his fingers stroked the curve of my bottom. “Tell me,” he urged darkly. “Tell me, and I will never let you regret giving me this.”

“Taste me.” The words tumbled out of my mouth, and a second later, the material of my underwear was shredded off my body.

Not only was he there, he wasthere! Ravenous and exhilarating. The sensations were overwhelming. The way he licked and kissed my clit. It was too much. Almost. Yet not enough. So beautiful I was close to coming, but he backed off. Dazed and mildly confused, I was about to ask why he stopped when he showed me. His tongue was at my entrance, and my knees buckled.

His chuckles tickled my most intimate skin. His hands held on to my knees spread wide for him. His tongue stiffened, and my eyes closed as bliss started to splinter through me. His tongue dove into me, and his groans matched the sounds I was making. Panting August’s name. My toes curled. His right hand rose, and the pad of his thick thumb circled my clit.

“Yes!” I cried out. “Fuck!” I cursed. The word cracked as my hips wiggled trying to get closer to him. “More, Auggie. I’m, I’m right… right… Oh God!”

I saw nothing but white lit behind my eyelids as I shattered. There was no other word that could describe the way the pleasure he brought forth washed through me, over me. He rose quickly, and before I could worry about falling, I was in his arms. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. He hauled us to the couch, and I licked me lips.

“I can’t promise I’ll be good this first time.” The tip of his tongue swiped his lower lip. “But fuck, I promise I will get there. I’ll work on being the best you’ve ever—"

“You already are,” I whispered honestly, cutting him off because it didn’t feel right bringing up anyone else. My lips locked with his, and he growled. I loved the way he tasted like me and him mixed together. But before I could get used to that, he lined us up and thrust right into me as he swallowed my whimpers.

“Fuck,” he grunted against my mouth. “Fucking hell.” He was totally out of breath. “You feel like heaven. Heaven, Sandy.” My heart warmed over at his words and how genuine they sounded.

My body wrapped up tightly, and he shifted us, rolling us around, all without losing our connection.

“Fuck me. Love me, August. I need you.” Whispered coarse words tumbled from my lips easily, completely lost in the moment to overthink.

“Fuck yeah, you do. Only me. Only me. Forever. For always.” His hips worked in a frenzy, sawing in and out of me slowly. With jerky, strained control.

His thick length picked up speed and started to pummel into me. He was so much bigger and girthier than anything I’d ever had inside of me. But somehow, the pinch of pain melted away, swirling and making the pleasure that much better. One of his hands rose between us, pulling the neckline of my dress and with it my breasts from the cups of my bra.

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