“What are you doing?” I ask.
“You bought me a fucking house, Augustus.” She fumbles with the button on my jeans. “I’m going to suck your dick.”
“Goddamn,” I mutter. “You are a work of art.”
Chocolate eyes lift, giving confirmation to the sentiment. She’s a fucking vision, dark hair falling down her shoulders, gaze fixed on me as she kisses the tattoo she placed on my hip bone before pulling my cock from my jeans and sticking out her luscious tongue. She runs it up the length of me, flicking against each of my bars before she swirls around my head and sucks me entirely into her warm and eager mouth.
My head falls back, a moan working from my throat as I knot my fingers in her hair and grip tightly. She bobs on my length, hollowing her cheeks and forcing me deep enough that her throat constricts around my tip, causing her to sputter.
“That’s the prettiest fucking sound, I swear to God,” I mutter through clenched teeth. “My girl’s hot little mouth choking around Daddy’s cock like that. Can you take me deeper, love?”
She moans, the sound vibrating against me and making me tremble. I inch my hips forward, feeling her jaw drop as she takes me as far as she can go. Saliva drips out the sides of her mouth and down to my base. I pulse at the feel of it. Her mouth is warm and soft, her throat tight. I could come like this, just holding myself inside her.
I retreat. “You’re going to make me come, baby.”
She drives forward, choking on me again as she lets out a moan of protest.
I twist her hair around my fist, pulling tight enough to make her hiss as I pull out of her mouth. I drop to my knees in front of her, slapping her cheek before grasping her jaw and forcing her to look at me. “You’re going to be a good girl and let me come inside your cunt?”
Her tongue darts out between her bottom lip before she slips it between her teeth, sparks lighting in her gaze. “Yes, sir.”
Still holding her hair, I pull, turning her so that she’s in front of me. Pressing my hand between her shoulder blades, I force her to drop her upper body right into the grass. I shove her leggings down her hips with my free hand, tangling them at her knees so she’s perfectly restrained. Her ass is high in the air, legs spread just enough to give me a glimpse of her glistening pussy, even in the dark.
I lean over her, swiping my cock through her slit before positioning myself at her entrance. Pulling her hair to one side, I place my lips against her neck, over the tattoo of my constellation on her neck. “I love you so fucking much, Elena. You know that, right?”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“Good,” I breathe against her skin. “Because I’m about to fuck you like I hate you.”
I thrust home, sliding inside her easily, filling her entirely. Her breath hitches when my piercings begin to massage her inner walls as I set a quick, hard pace, moving in and out of her with abandon. She’s so fucking wet, I can feel it coating me already, the sound of our joining obscene in the quiet darkness.
“My pretty whore,” I rasp, lips grazing the shell of her ear. “All I have to do is promise you gifts and I’ve got you on your knees? Your pussy dripping, begging me to fill her?”
I lift off her, pulling her hair tighter and causing her back to arch. I splay my fingers over the base of her spine, using itas leverage to fuck her harder, hypnotized by the way her flesh ripples with every thrust.
She mewls my name, but it’s not enough, so I smack her ass hard enough to make her tense and hiss, soothing the sting by running a hand over the new tattoo I gave her months ago.
“Louder,” I growl. “I want my name echoing off these cliffs. I want the waves and the moon and the earth itself to know who you belong to.”
“August,” she cries, voice hoarse and strained. She begins pressing back, meeting each one of my thrusts with a hunger of her own. The joining of our bodies mixes with her fierce moans, creating a riveting chord that seems to ricochet off the stars themselves.
“That’s it, baby. Earn it.” I pause, letting her throw her body back on my cock, and the sight is fucking unreal. Flames lick up my spine, and I’m barreling toward a powerful release. “You gonna come for me nice and pretty, Elena?”
I fall forward, spreading my legs and knocking hers together so that my knees rest outside hers. She gasps at the new angle, our bodies flushed so tightly there is no space between us. It’s so deep, incredibly tight. She squeezes around me, and we’re both pulsing—trembling.
Bracing one arm on the ground beside her shoulder, my weight falls atop her, but I know it’s a sensation she savors. I grip her throat with my freehand, rocketing my hips in a riotous rhythm, causing everything around us to blur.
It’s rough. Primal and wild. Even in the midst of our untamed chaos, when I grasp her jaw and tilt her head, forcing her gaze to mine, it’s raw emotion bursting in her eyes—pure love.
A kaleidoscope of brown, mixed with the light of the moon and the stars above my head, reflects back at me through those eyes. In them, I see my addiction. My salvation. My holy vice.
“I love you, Elena.” I lick her mouth, taste her tongue as she opens for me, swallowing my rattled breath with each pump of my hips inside her.
It breaks her. Her restraint ruptures, and her body goes taut, a cry loud enough to rupture stars falls from her lips as release rushes through her. I don’t stop. I don’t slow. I fuck her through it, ride it out with her, until we lose the place where she ends and I begin.
“I…” She whimpers into my mouth, body clenching with every word. “Love you.”
Her love sends me careening over the edge, scattering my soul to the sky, fusing our beings into something beyond bodies—a passion-hazed eternity.
