“Yours,” I repeat, though it’s nothing new. “In every sense.”
“Fuck.” He grabs my hips, flipping me over roughly so that I’m on my back. He kneels before me, shirtless, jeans undone, and his cock hard, peeking over the waistband of his underwear. I lick my lips as I watch the pre-cum drip from his tip. “What’s the safe word?”
He studies me with passion-crazed eyes, his hair wild from the way my fingers ran rampant through it while I fucked his face. He’s so untamed like this, the perfect complement to my internal chaos. A mess for me.
A flawless match.
“I don’t need a safe word.”
“You need a fucking safe word,” he bites out roughly. “What is it?”
“Violets,” I breathe.
“Violets.” His coarse laugh is erotic. “Hands above your head. Hold onto the bed frame, Little Vice.”
He steps off the mattress and discards his clothing entirely. The full length of him is jaw-dropping, and though I’m so familiar with it, I’ll never stop being astonished. My eyes find my name over his thigh, heart leaping at the ink there.
Yours is the only name I knew I’d want to die with on my flesh.
I know there must’ve been times over the years where he came to regret that statement, and possibly the tattoos themselves, but the way he looks at me now confirms the intention of the ink. The way he looks at me now tells me that he’ll refuse to die any other way than in my arms.
August walks over to the bathroom and grabs one of my robes that hangs on the back of the door, pulling the silk belt from the waist.
He wraps the thin strip of fabric around his wrist as he returns to the bed, his face stone and serious, though his eyes smolder with pure lust.
He straddles my chest, cock slipping perfectly between my breasts as he leans over and grabs my hands, lifting both to the top of his headboard. Holding them against the metal frame with one hand, he uses the other to tie the belt of the robe around it, fastening my wrists to the bed.
He loops the silk around me three more times, until it’s tight enough that I can’t move, and ties a knot. A smile lifts his mouth as he glances down at me. “That’s a pretty fucking sight. My cock right in between those perfect tits, and your wet mouth open and waiting.”
My jaw hangs open as I stare at his powerful body above me, working to restrain mine. My eyes must bulge, because he smiles wider.
“Drop your chin, baby.” I do as he says, lifting my head slightly so that my chin presses into my chest. He rockets his hips forward, sliding between my breasts as his tip reaches my mouth. I wrap my tongue around his head, sucking down all the length of him that I can. “Go ahead and spit on it for me. Get me nice and wet before I fuck you.”
I moan, the sound vibrating against his cock and causing it to pulse. He leaves my mouth, staying nestled between my breasts. I spit, watching the saliva spread over his tip and expand across my own skin.
“That’s it.” He thrusts forward once more, piercings gliding along my slick skin, pushing deep enough that a respectable number of inches find their way down my throat, making me sputter. He pumps deeply a few times, his head kicking back asa groan leaves his mouth. “You’re so fucking good at that, Little Vice.”
He folds forward, placing his hands on the headboard as he pulls out of me, sliding down my body until his knees are between my legs again. Gripping the backs of my thighs, he spreads my legs and lifts my hips, exposing me once again.
“I’m going to take your ass just like this, baby, so I can see that pussy of yours as it weeps for me.”
“Fuck,” I breathe. “Yes.”
My lids fall closed as his cock nudges between my lips, gliding through my wetness and flicking against my clit. Until a sudden sting against my cheek startles me, and my eyes snap open as he grips my jaw tightly.
“None of that,” he growls. “Eyes on me. Always.”
“Yes…sir.” I gasp.
He licks his lips, nodding, before his gaze falls back between my legs. Leaning over the bed, he swipes the small bottle of lube. Popping the lid, he squirts a generous amount into his palm, and tosses it back onto the nightstand.
Pumping his cock and coating himself, he asks roughly, “Do you want to use a vibrator while I fuck you? Do you think that would feel good? Or do you want to try squirting for me again all on your own?”
I smile, my entire body aching with need, limbs writhing impatiently. “I’m always up for a challenge, Daddy.”
“My filthy fucking girl,” he rumbles. Once he’s lathered himself entirely, he lifts my legs again with one hand, while guiding his cock toward my entrance with the other. “I’m going to start out slow, okay? Breathe deep for me.”
I nod, taking a swift inhale as the head of his cock nudges at my back entrance.
