Red Hot Winter - K. Webster Page 0,28
Once I’ve drained my release, I pull out the rest of the way and smile at the way her asshole gapes for just a second before it clenches closed tight. It’s raw and red and used.
“You’re perfect, Winter. You’re fucking perfect and you’re mine.”
She moans when I grip her ass cheeks hard and spread them. Her asshole opens slightly.
“You can’t keep that cum in there forever,” I growl. “You can’t get pregnant that way.”
A giggle erupts from her. “You’re a dickhead.”
“A dickhead who’s going to stand here and watch you force his come back out of your ass. Come on, babe, show me how dirty you can be.”
She clenches her ass cheeks and white, milky cum seeps from her ass. I collect it with my thumb and then push it back inside her.
“August!” she cries out.
I laugh at her outburst. “Turns out, I lied. I want you to keep my cum inside of you. I want it dripping out of you for the rest of the night. Every time you laugh or cough or sneeze, I want you to be reminded of me.”
“I hate you,” she grumbles as she starts to crawl away from me on the bed.
I pounce on her and pin her to the mattress. My cock hardens against her ass. “You don’t hate me at all, sweetheart. Not even a little bit. And the feeling is fucking mutual.”
My fingers run down her ribs and she squeals with laughter. It’s immediately followed by a groan.
“Oh my God. It’s really going to do that, isn’t it?”
I chuckle as I slide my hand to her ass, rubbing at the wetness there now. “Yep. And I’m going to keep doing this.” I push the cum back against her hole.
“You’re so damn dirty, August Miller.”
“I’m not the one who keeps letting someone push cum back into their asshole.”
She manages to escape my clutches and rushes into the shower. I stalk after her. We clean our filthy bodies, but our filthy minds forever remain tainted.
“Are you done trying to push me out of your body?” I ask with an arched brow.
“You’re so gross. This is gross.”
“You like it,” I taunt. “If I knew you’d let me, I’d put my tongue there and taste myself on you.”
She gapes at me in horror. “You would not.”
“I would.”
“Liar.”
“I don’t lie to you, babe.”
“That’s disgusting.”
“Not to me.”
“August…”
Her lack of words tells me she’s curious. I kneel down before her under the spray of the shower and grip her hips. “Turn around and show me what’s mine.”
She twists and faces the wall.
“Bend over and put your hands on the bench,” I command.
As soon as she complies, I spread her cheeks apart with my hands. I press a kiss to her asshole and then I tease her there with my tongue.
“Weird, oh my God, that’s weird, August!”
“It’ll feel weirder inside,” I offer.
She groans but pushes against my hot tongue. The moment my tongue slides inside her on an eager hunt for salty remnants of my release, she whimpers.
“Woww”
I slide out so I can bite her ass cheek and say, “It feels better than my dick, huh?”
“Oh yessssss,” she drawls out when I push back into her.
She lets me fuck around in her asshole with my tongue until the water turns cold. Then, in a wild, feral frenzy, I fuck her against the tile wall until I fill her pussy up too.
I’ll never get tired of having this girl.
Fucking never.
Winter
Landon’s house is filled to the brim with people. His dad is out of town for work, so he’s decided to go all out. It feels like the whole damn school is here. I’m annoyed that August isn’t here with me. I’d wanted him to come, but that wouldn’t have been awkward or anything. Callie would have died from embarrassment if I’d brought her dad to her boyfriend’s St. Patrick’s Day kegger. When he dropped me off, I didn’t want to get out of the car. But he promised me he’d be back in a few hours to get me. He has some work to do at the office and prefers to do it when no one is there. I think it’s just an excuse to force me to go to this dumb party.
Some guy hands me a red plastic cup that smells like it’s been filled with vodka. He’s plastered and it’s barely eight at night.
“Drinksss on mmeee,” he slurs.
“Pass, buddy. Not getting date raped tonight by a wannabe frat boy.”
He snorts and yanks the cup out of my hand.