His eyes flutter, a groan crawling from his throat as he presses his arms on the mattress and crawls over me. I move backward until we both reach the top of the bed. Once I’m backagainst the pillows, he places his arms on either side of my head before lifting one and slowly pulling off his glasses, setting them down on the table beside us. He follows with his shirt, tossing it behind him before he lowers his body to mine, finding the tattoo on my neck with his lips.
“You’re going to be my perfect whore tonight?” His breath skates along my skin, sending chills down my spine. “My little plaything?”
“Yes,” I hiss as his lips drag over my collarbone and across my chest.
“I’m going to make you feel so fucking good,” he promises against my flesh, running his tongue between the valley of my breasts. The glide of his piercing is wet and rough, earning a gasp from my throat as he circles each of my nipples, flicking my bars with his.
Lifting his head, he pierces me with his lust-laced gaze. “Did you leave that plug in like I asked, Little Vice?”
He slips his hand into his pocket before pulling out the remote as I nod.
His lips tilt into an alluring smirk as he clicks the power button. A soft, low buzz lights to life inside me, causing my entire body to quiver. My breath hitches as the sensation sparks through my core, igniting a throb in my clit and a fire in my belly.
“I’m going to own that tight little ass of yours tonight.” He laughs roughly before pulling back to sit on his knees. His hands run down my sides and over my hips before cupping at the back of my thighs and spreading my legs wide. “But first, I want some face time with that pretty pussy of mine. I know how needy she can be.”
The unrestrained need in his tone sends a rush of anticipation through my core, mingling with the steady vibration and forcing my entire body to hum with desperation.
He falls back onto the pillows beside me, propping himself on an elbow before raising his pierced eyebrow expectedly.
“Mhmm.” I lift onto my knees, putting my entire body on display. “She is a daddy’s girl.”
He grins, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. August slides his arm out, moving between my thighs and resting over the curve of my ass so that I’m straddling his forearm. He drags me across the mattress, forcing me to lift my knees so that they rest on either side of his face as he pulls his arm away.
Tapping his lips, he murmurs, “Then sit right here on Daddy’s tongue and let me have a taste of that sweet cunt, baby girl.”
I can hardly catch my breath as I fall forward, positioning my core over his mouth. Looking down, I catch the way his eyes flare at the same moment his tongue swipes up my slit, parting me open.
We moan in unison as he mutters, “Grab my headboard, Elena, and sink down on my face. Full fucking weight. No teasing, baby. Smother me.”
“Fuck,” I rasp, lowering myself onto him as my hands find the upper edge of his bed frame. His eyes fall closed in an expression of pure bliss as he grabs my ass with one hand, the other splaying out across the mattress, the remote to the plug lying atop his palm.
He moves his tongue between my legs, running the length of me as he uses his hand on my ass to rock my hips back and forth. Stopping at my clit, he swirls the ball of his piercing against me, each flick sending jolts that rattle my bones and curl my toes.
A moan tears from my throat, and I grind down harder, seeking more pressure. He delivers deliciously, upping the pace of his tongue before sucking my bud into his mouth. Suddenly, the buzz inside me increases, and my entire body goes taut. The vibration reaching places I hadn’t even known were there.
The plug moves in a rapid rhythm that August matches with perfect sync, and the movement of it presses against my inner walls, causing a pressure I’ve never felt before. It’s intense and heavy, creating a fullness that damn near reaches my stomach.
“Fuck,” I murmur. “Don’t stop.”
Leaning back, I inch my hand down August’s torso until I reach the waistband of his jeans. It’s a challenge to flick open the top button without looking at it, but I get it done, pulling down the zipper and slipping beneath his underwear until I make contact with his hard and leaking cock.
He groans as I grip it, pumping hard. His hot breath fans against my pussy, forcing a twin sound from my mouth. My hips buck against his face, and his teeth nick my clit, tongue soothing the sharp sting. The tempo of his mouth on me morphs against the fullness and tremor of the toy inside me, creating a pressure more intense than I can comprehend.
My body begins to tighten, and an unfamiliar, heavy urge overcomes me.
“Augustus,” I whimper, lifting my hips away from him, grabbing the headboard with both hands again. “I think I’m?—”
“No,” he growls, dropping the remote to grab my ass with both hands and hold me to his face. “Let it go, Little Vice. Let me have it,” he murmurs, flicking his tongue against me again. “Please. I’m goddamn begging. Soak me.”
The plea in his tone as he sucks my clit into his mouth with enough force to rupture stars has me breaking. My cries pierce the night, light bursting behind my eyelids, colors I’ve never fucking seen before flashing across my vision. A release unlike anything I’ve ever felt bursts from me as my soul rips from my body, sending me spiraling through entire dimensions.
Like cascading through clouds of euphoria, my head swims, body falling into depths of pleasure beyond words. I don’t know how long it takes me to float back to reality, but whenI reach it, my eyes flutter open, finding myself slumped over August, feeling the heave of his chest beneath me, his green eyes glistening up at me through my parted thighs.
Gazes locked, I can’t look away as his hand glides over the mattress, and a moment later, the vibration of the toy inside me stops, allowing my body to relax.
“I… I think…” I pant. “I think I?—”
“You fucking squirted,” he says on a breath. “All over me. Fuck.”
