Page 28 of August and the Night

From this angle, I can see her pussy clearly and notice how it glistens with wetness. I grab the other foot, giving it the same attention as the other one before kissing her ankle gently and allowing my hands to move up again.

This time settling on her inner thighs. She sucks in a breath as I massage her there, my fingers nudging her pretty little cunt on some strokes. I make sure that I do not nudge her clit though, wanting her desperate by the time I play with her pussy.

She tries to shift her hips to get my fingers to touch her, but I completely abandon her inner thighs at that. She lets out a disappointed sound, and I grab her face roughly before whispering in her ear “You only take what I give you, little dove, clear?”

She nods feverishly before remembering how I like her to say the words and mumbles to me that it is clear.

I kiss her lips gently as a reward, and she tries to deepen the kiss, but I pull away, she pouts, and I ignore it. My fingers trace the contours of Layla's shoulders, feeling the knots and tightness beneath my touch.

The softness of her skin under my hands is a sensation I relish, and I focus on easing her tension. After I work on each knot I find, my hands ease down to her tits, squeezing them hard and massaging the tissue, all while I avoid her pebbled nipples.

She arches her back with a moan, and I chuckle. At her frustrated expression, I take pity on her and play with her nipples, tugging on them and rolling them between my fingers.

I lean in and start sucking them hard, my tongue flicking the peaks. She squeals and roughly grabs the fabric of the massage table, pushing her head back and exposing her elegant neck.

I move away from her pretty tits and trace my hands down to the top of her mound. I grab each one of her legs and let them dangle on the sides of the massage bed, opening her legs wide and giving me a perfect view of her gorgeous cunt.

I grab the oil and drip it on the top of her mound, watching as it runs down her pussy, making it look even more appetizing. I just massage the top of her mound, not touching anything that can bring her significant pleasure. I see her struggling not to move her hips to put her clit on my fingers, and I do not miss the singular tear that slips from one of her eyes.

“I will give you what you crave for, only if you beg, little dove.” I growl out, wanting her to face her desire. To break out of her shyness and voice out what she wants me to do to her.

She contemplates doing it, remaining silent for a while, probably trying to gauge out if I will take pity on her and touch her without her asking for it.

When a couple of minutes have passed, and I was still only massaging the top of her mound, the words tumble out of her mouth without reserve, “Please touch me, August, please,”

I chuckle darkly before I ask her, “What do you want me to touch, Layla?” She flushes even more, giving me a deadly glare as she mumbles, “My pussy.”

“Good girl,” I tell her as my fingers slip down, lubricated by both the oil and her wetness. I run my fingers all over her pussy before I take my thumb and my forefinger and pinch her clit slightly. Her position gives me easy access to it. She startles but a moan escapes her throat as I massage it between my fingers, rolling it back and forth and in circular motions.

“Oh God,” She screams, and I lean down to whisper in her ear, “Not God, little dove… August.” Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and I watch, transfixed.

My fingers make my way down to her opening, but she grabs my hand, trying to stop me.

“Do not ever try to stop my hands from touching you. Everything you have is mine. Whether it is your pussy or your mouth or your tits; they are all mine.” I bark, my hand that isn’t busy with her little cunt makes its way to her throat, choking her gently.

She moans again as my finger tickles her opening but doesn’t go in, just gauging her reaction.

She turns crimson as she mutters, “I never had anything go in there, August.” I can see how embarrassed she is, and I furrow my brows in confusion.

“Not even your own fingers?” I ask her, and she shakes her head. I kiss her lips, our tongues mingling together, trying to put her at ease. I break the kiss and question her why.

“I was always scared.” She says, averting my gaze.

“Of what?” I ask, and she mutters something that I cannot hear.

“Louder, little dove,” I demand, and she says more clearly, “Of not enjoying it, or of it hurting.”

I allow my finger to enter her opening slightly; I do not put all my finger in, just insert a bit of it. She moans loudly, and I ask her, “Do you like the way that feels?”

“Yes,” She purrs, and I put the rest of my finger inside of her, watching her face closely for any sign of discomfort. She humps her hips on my finger, and I take that as a sign to move it inside her, fucking her with it. Her moans get louder, and when I insert a second finger inside her and start to scissor it, she squeals loudly.

I remove my hand from around her neck and use it to rub her clit in figure eights. This pushes her over the edge, and she screams loudly as she cums, her juices dripping all over my hands.

I suck my fingers as she watches before taking my boxer briefs off. My cock stands proud, and she appears entranced by it. “Can I touch it?” She asks as she looks at me with so much innocence that pre-cum comes out from my tip.

I nod, and she sits up before cautiously wrapping a hand around it. She moves it up and down and licks her lips as she sees the drops of pre-cum. She uses them to help her hand slide up and down my dick, and I groan.

“It’s huge,” She mumbles, and I laugh.

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