Page 29 of August and the Night

I am aware that my package is much larger than average, but seeing her marvel at it is amusing. She leans in and kisses my tip before licking the pre-cum from the head of my cock, moaning slightly.

I grab her hair and pull her away from my cock with it. She pouts, looking at me disappointed.

“Today is all about you, Layla,” I tell her as I push her to lay on her stomach. She grumbles but listens. I focus my attention on her back, my skilled fingers tracing the contours of her muscles with precision.

I then trail my hands down to her perky little ass, massaging it with just the right amount of pressure. She tenses when I dip my fingers into her back hole every now and again.

“August—" She starts to say, but I cut her off. “I am going to fill every hole you have, little dove. All your holes are mine.” She forces herself to quiet down and nods.

I allow my thumb to rub her pink back hole; I insert it slightly into her before taking it out, deciding to give her a break from all the new things she experienced today. I move on to massage the back of her thighs and calves, as I kneaded and pressed, I felt the muscles yield beneath my touch, her sighs of relief music to my ears.

I put my hands under her hips and position her so her knees are on the bed, her ass out, and her elbows anchored on the bed enabling her to stay in her position. Then, I proceed to put my cock between her thighs and move it in and out.

My cock rubs flat against her pussy lips and clit with each stroke, and we both moan. My hard cock moves in and out of the pocket between her thighs, creating friction on her little clit.

Her moans turn me on greatly, and I fuck harder. She cums hard, and I take my cock out from in between her thighs and jerk it off to the view of her ass and pussy on display for me, her juices run down her leg and lubricate my strokes. I cum with a groan, painting her ass with my cum. She collapses onto the bed, lowering herself from her position and laying down.

I cannot help but rub my cum all over her ass, staking my claim. “Mine,” I growl against her ear as I lay down on top of her, both of us processing the amazing orgasms we just had.

25

Layla

August cleans both of us up after our intimate session, then carries me over to the Jacuzzi on the other side of the room. His strong arms envelop me, grounding me. He lowers us both into the Jacuzzi, my back resting against his chest, skin to skin. His fingers trace delicate patterns through my damp hair, soothing and calming me without the need for words. For a while, we sit in silence, but then his voice breaks through it.

"Perhaps it's time we start getting ready to head to your father's house," he murmurs softly.

His words send a jolt of panic through me, and suddenly, the walls seem to close in. Memories of my father's anger, his control over me, rush back with an overwhelming force.

My breathing quickens, and I feel my chest tighten as the panic threatens to consume me.

August must sense my distress, as his arms tighten around me, grounding me in the present moment. "Breathe, Little Dove," he coaxes, his voice anchoring me. "You're safe here, with me. No one will hurt you."

His soothing words and comforting touch gradually pull me back from the brink of panic. I focus on his presence, on the rise and fall of his chest against my back, matching my breaths to his.

"Better?" he asks gently, his fingers still tracing patterns on my scalp. I nod against his chest, unable to form words yet.

August's words are gentle, his voice a soothing balm as he speaks. "Layla, this is necessary for your safety. I won't let anything happen to you."

I can't shake off the sense of dread that has settled in my chest. My hands tremble, and I shake my head at the idea of going to my father with a man by my side. "Please, August, I... I don't think I can do it," I stammer, my voice betraying fear. I feel ashamed that I fear him, ashamed that I am not able to face him with courage, but at the same time, I do not think that I am ready to face him just yet.

He reaches out, his fingers brushing against my cheek, his touch warm and reassuring. "Listen to me, Little Dove," he says softly, his eyes locked onto mine. "I won't let anything happen to you. I promise. But you need to trust me."

Tears well up in my eyes, and I nod, my heart warring between fear and the trust I have in him. "I do trust you," I whisper, my voice barely audible.

With a small smile, he leans in, his lips capturing mine in a gentle kiss, pulling back, he murmurs against my lips, "Let's get ready then.”

He helps me out of the Jacuzzi, his touch gentle yet firm. He reaches for a towel and begins to dry both of us off. Once wrapped in a cozy robe, he makes a call on the landline phone on the nearby table, speaking a few words before the same kind-looking older woman as before enters the room. She smiles warmly at me, her eyes filled with warmth and affection.

"¡Hermosa!" she exclaims before she introduces herself as Teresa and I tell her my name while we shake hands, her voice dripping with admiration.

"I will get you ready in no time." Her hands are deft and caring as she guides me to a comfortable spot, and I can't help but feel soothed by her presence. August tells me that he will get dressed and finish up some work until I am done, and I nod before he leaves the room.

"Mr. Steele tiene un gusto increíble," she says, giving me a knowing smile as she touches my wet hair. "Let me dry your hair before you catch a cold. Come, I will style it beautifully for you," she continues, switching to English, aware that I am not fluent in Spanish.

Her presence helps anchor me even more, and she carefully dries and styles my hair, a warm smile draws itself on my lips despite my worry. She then carries a conversation that draws my attention away from my nerves.

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