I tug on her thighs, pulling her closer to my face.
"Oh, fuck." She shouts when my tongue thrusts into her tight pussy. "August."
When I slip a finger into her, I can feel how tight she is, how warm. Another delicious moan leaves her lips when I add another finger. Pumping in and out of her feels incredible, and this is just my fingers.
My cock continues pushing against the fabric of my jeans, but I stay patient. This is about her right now. I bite her clit while I pump my fingers faster; the sound of her pussy with each pump is hypnotic.
"Oh. My. God. August," she says through each breath. She grips the sheets, her hips move against my face, rubbing against the stubble on my jaw.
I don't hold back. With each thrust of my fingers, I get a pretty little curse from her. My other hand slides up her stomach and cups one of her breasts that's still trapped in her lacy bra.
"Au-August, I'm close." She pants. "Fuck, fuck..."
Her thighs clench around my neck, and I fucking love it. I nip at her clit again; my tongue is greedy for more. Her thighs wrap tighter, her legs shaking with each flick of my tongue.
“August,” she whines.
Everything slows down—my tongue, my fingers—and I stop what I'm doing. I kiss her sensitive bud, slowly pulling my fingers away, letting them touch every inch of her as they slip out. A breath escapes her, and she groans from frustration.
“I swear to god," she says, "If you don't make me come, you’ll regret it.”
I lift myself up and smirk at her. Her pussy glistens, and my cock practically screams from the view. Riley looks at me, her lips thin, her jaw ticking.
I tilt my head to the side and lift my hand. "Come hereand lick yourself off me, sunshine. Once I’m clean, you’ll wish you never said those words."
THIRTY-ONE
RILEY
August Thompson did not ask butdemandedthat I get up and lick his fingers. The fingers that were inside me. The fingers that were inside me, making me squeeze my eyes shut so hard that I could see stars and lose my breath.
I get up on my knees and go to him. My breasts press against his solid chest, and he holds up his index and middle finger toward my lips, and we lock eyes.
"Clean them." His voice sounds like gravel.
He puts his fingers in my mouth, and I do as I'm told. I suck on them, my cheeks hollow, and my eyes pinned on him. I give him a taste of what I could give him if I were to go on my knees.
"Good fucking girl," he breathes.
I take them out of my mouth slowly and lick my lips. "I think it's my turn now."
With one hand, I unclasp his jeans and push down the zipper. I graze over his cotton briefs, feeling every inch of him. An ache builds between my thighs. He hisses through his teeth at my touch, my eyes flutter when I look at him.
"Is this okay?"I whisper.
“Better than okay.”
He lets out a shuddering breath, his cock twitching in my hand. I move lower, past his cock, and cup his balls. August lets out a deep groan, and I’m on top of the world from that noise alone.
He throws his head back while I play with him in my hand, then I press just behind them, rubbing that sensitive spot. He almost lets his legs buckle.
"Holy fuck," he bites out.
He grips the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss, devouring me bit by bit. He shoves his tongue in my mouth, and I suck on it. My hand resumes gripping him above his briefs.
August pulls his lips away and rests his forehead against mine. My other hand trails down his stomach while I drop to my knees for him. We lock eyes, and I look up at him through my lashes.
His hand runs through my hair as he narrows his gaze on me. "The devil himself would cry if he were able to admire how beautiful you are when you're on your knees for me."
