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hand to him, she helped him to stand. Again with very few words between them, she pushed his boxers down.
He was hard as a rock and bobbed at attention under her touch. A happy, mewling sound slipped off her tongue that caused his flesh to tingle.
He wasn’t so delicate with her under things. With a heavy growl, he dug his fingers into either side of her panties and ripped them off, shredding the delicate lace. He would buy her another pair, or twenty, a hundred, a thousand, whatever she wanted.
August started to reach for her, but she shoved him back down into the chair. He landed with a plop, ready to growl at her. But then she was straddling his legs, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as she eased her drenched sex over the top of him.
She fisted him expertly as she positioned him. His cock slipped in smoothly as though she’d been made just for him.
Immediately, her sex magick filled the space between them, heightening the already incredible pleasure to near nuclear levels.
He groaned as she danced expertly atop of him. Her little fingernails dug into his shoulders, making him hiss from the mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Suck on my nipples,” she hissed.
His eyes almost rolled to the back of his skull. Lost in the feel of her, he gladly did as she commanded. He moved his fingers around to her back to get at the strap of her bra, but he already had her lace-covered nipple covered with his lips, sucking on her and pulling the tight little bud deep into his mouth.
The groan that spilled from her lips just then would be burned into his memory forever. It was agony and fire all at the same time.
Lost in the rhythm of her body, he had no thoughts in his head other than making her his in every way possible.
Finally, he was able to flick her damn bra strap apart. She wiggled her shoulders to get the bra loose and let it slide off her arms to the floor.
The sight of her shell-pink nipples made his heart thump violently in his chest. With one hand, he cupped her right breast, squeezing and teasing that nipple with his fingers. With his other hand, he cupped her left breast like a ripe, juicy melon and feasted. He laved, sucked, and nipped, leaving a hot, wet trail in his wake.
Her movements increased. The flex and sway of her hips demanded every inch of his pleasure, and he gladly gave himself over to her siren’s call.
He was sure there could be no better death than this.
In a few more expert rolls of her hips, she brought them both to the pinnacle of desire.
“I love you, Auggie,” she groaned a minute before her sex trembled with orgasm, milking a powerful one from him too.
He roared his release, feeling as if he’d almost blacked out at one point.
When he finally opened his eyes, he felt weak and stupored. “You killed me,” he mumbled against the breast he still hadn’t stopped teasing.
Her laughter was ambrosia to his ears. Her hands played gently through the strands of his hair, but he felt a heaviness to her too. He knew her well enough to know that something was wrong because of how stiff she was.
Had she not liked it? He stilled, not liking the direction of that thought.
“August,” she said softly.
He knew then it hadn’t been his imagination at all. Jerking his head to the side, he watched in silent horror as she stood up from his lap and slowly began to dress.
“We have to talk,” she said.
“Shit.” Jumping to his feet, he shoved his fingers through his hair. “Don’t say that. Anything that starts like that after something like what we just did can’t be good. Whatever you’re about to say, Jack, don’t.”
She already had her panties back on and was just about to tug her jeans back up. Squeezing her eyes shut, she wouldn’t look at him. “I have to go.”
“What? No. Stop.” He grabbed for her elbow.
But even without her eyes open, she evaded him, zipping and buttoning her jeans. She was a sprite, dancing out of his reach. One more second, and he would
He was hard as a rock and bobbed at attention under her touch. A happy, mewling sound slipped off her tongue that caused his flesh to tingle.
He wasn’t so delicate with her under things. With a heavy growl, he dug his fingers into either side of her panties and ripped them off, shredding the delicate lace. He would buy her another pair, or twenty, a hundred, a thousand, whatever she wanted.
August started to reach for her, but she shoved him back down into the chair. He landed with a plop, ready to growl at her. But then she was straddling his legs, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as she eased her drenched sex over the top of him.
She fisted him expertly as she positioned him. His cock slipped in smoothly as though she’d been made just for him.
Immediately, her sex magick filled the space between them, heightening the already incredible pleasure to near nuclear levels.
He groaned as she danced expertly atop of him. Her little fingernails dug into his shoulders, making him hiss from the mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Suck on my nipples,” she hissed.
His eyes almost rolled to the back of his skull. Lost in the feel of her, he gladly did as she commanded. He moved his fingers around to her back to get at the strap of her bra, but he already had her lace-covered nipple covered with his lips, sucking on her and pulling the tight little bud deep into his mouth.
The groan that spilled from her lips just then would be burned into his memory forever. It was agony and fire all at the same time.
Lost in the rhythm of her body, he had no thoughts in his head other than making her his in every way possible.
Finally, he was able to flick her damn bra strap apart. She wiggled her shoulders to get the bra loose and let it slide off her arms to the floor.
The sight of her shell-pink nipples made his heart thump violently in his chest. With one hand, he cupped her right breast, squeezing and teasing that nipple with his fingers. With his other hand, he cupped her left breast like a ripe, juicy melon and feasted. He laved, sucked, and nipped, leaving a hot, wet trail in his wake.
Her movements increased. The flex and sway of her hips demanded every inch of his pleasure, and he gladly gave himself over to her siren’s call.
He was sure there could be no better death than this.
In a few more expert rolls of her hips, she brought them both to the pinnacle of desire.
“I love you, Auggie,” she groaned a minute before her sex trembled with orgasm, milking a powerful one from him too.
He roared his release, feeling as if he’d almost blacked out at one point.
When he finally opened his eyes, he felt weak and stupored. “You killed me,” he mumbled against the breast he still hadn’t stopped teasing.
Her laughter was ambrosia to his ears. Her hands played gently through the strands of his hair, but he felt a heaviness to her too. He knew her well enough to know that something was wrong because of how stiff she was.
Had she not liked it? He stilled, not liking the direction of that thought.
“August,” she said softly.
He knew then it hadn’t been his imagination at all. Jerking his head to the side, he watched in silent horror as she stood up from his lap and slowly began to dress.
“We have to talk,” she said.
“Shit.” Jumping to his feet, he shoved his fingers through his hair. “Don’t say that. Anything that starts like that after something like what we just did can’t be good. Whatever you’re about to say, Jack, don’t.”
She already had her panties back on and was just about to tug her jeans back up. Squeezing her eyes shut, she wouldn’t look at him. “I have to go.”
“What? No. Stop.” He grabbed for her elbow.
But even without her eyes open, she evaded him, zipping and buttoning her jeans. She was a sprite, dancing out of his reach. One more second, and he would
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