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After a few minutes, I take my fingers out of her pussy and put my tongue in instead, swirling it around in her.

I'm also rubbing her clit vigorously as well as her asshole at the same time. “Mmh, you taste so good, little dove. Come on, cum for me so that I can give you my dick,” I grunt against her pussy lips before putting my tongue back inside her.

She tightens around my tongue intensely before screaming, announcing her orgasm.

I let her take a breather for a few minutes, watching as she comes down from her high. Once I'm sure she's rested, I line myself up against her wet pussy.

“I'll try to be gentle, little dove,” I rasp, dying to feel her.

She nods, taking a deep breath to steady herself. I feel heaven as I push into her tight cunt, it envelops me, and I groan from the pleasure.

Once I'm fully inside, I check on her, seeing pain etched on her features. My heart aches, and I wait a few moments, not moving, for her to adjust. My hand reaches her head, and I pat her hair down, moving it away from her face.

“You feeling okay?” I ask, my voice deep with pleasure.

She turns to look at me and purrs, “Yes, August, it hurts a bit but feels good at the same time. Please, move.” She ends her sentence with a moan, and I oblige; there's no way that I won't answer her pleas.

I move inside her, gently at first, but then my raging need for her takes over, and I start pounding her pretty little cunt.

Her moans are endless and push me closer and closer to orgasm. I put a hand on her stomach before asking her, “Do you feel me here, little dove?”

She nods vigorously, and I spank her ass cheek, “Hey!” She shouts at me, and I chuckle darkly, my pace never diminishing. “Words, little dove.” She sighs but otherwise gives in, “I feel it, August, it's so deep inside of me.”

“Do you feel it hitting your womb, love?” I ask her, and she moans loudly before muttering, “Yes, Yes, Yes. I feel it, August. I'm about to cum.”

“Cum for me, squeeze my cock and milk my orgasm for me,” I growl out, my speed increasing, and my hand rubs figure eights on her clit in a constant steady motion.

She screams her orgasm, and her little pussy clings so hard onto me that it triggers my own. Hot cum leaks into her pussy, and she sighs, loving the sensation. After our intimacy, we're wrapped in each other, being lulled to sleep in each other's arms

34

August

I stir awake, my gaze naturally finds its way to Layla, still deep asleep. A tender smile plays at the corners of my lips as I gently brush a strand of hair away from her face, revealing her delicate features. Her face seems to have a permanent blush after what we did last night, even in sleep, making me chuckle.

Leaning in, I place a soft kiss on her forehead, my heart squeezing uncomfortably at the contact. I watch as a faint smile tugs at the corners of her lips, yet again making something uncomfortable occur in my chest. Gathering my resolve, I whisper her name, my voice a gentle murmur in the quiet room. "Layla, wake up."

Her eyelashes flutter as she slowly emerges from her dreams, her eyes meeting mine in a haze of sleep. "Mmm, August?" she mumbles, her voice tinged with drowsiness.

A hint of mischief dances in my eyes as I speak, my fingers lightly tracing her jawline. "Guess what? I've got a surprise for you."

She blinks in surprise, the last vestiges of sleep receding as curiosity takes its place. "A surprise?"

I nod, my lips curling into a smile. "Indeed. How would you like to pack your bags? We're going on a vacation."

Her brows furrow, concern crossing her features. "A vacation? But my thesis work…"

Before she can continue, I interject, my voice gentle but firm. "Layla, you're miles ahead in your work. You deserve a break, and we both know it."

There's a pause, a contemplative silence that hangs between us. Her expression softens, and she finally relents with a nod, her excitement already showing. "Alright, August. I'll pack my bags."

I lean in, my tone tinged with amusement. "When you're packing, make sure you choose clothes suitable for warm weather."

She furrows her brows, confusion clouding her features. "Warm weather? August, where are we going?"

I can't help but chuckle softly, the smugness evident in my expression. I shrug my shoulders casually, a smirk dancing on my lips. "You'll find out soon enough. For now, just make sure you're prepared for the heat."

She shoots me a playful glare, clearly torn between wanting to know and wanting to be surprised. "You're not going to tell me, are you?"

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