stars, you’ll be ruined forever. No other man will ever compare. You’ll be mine and you won’t be able to control it.” I smile devilishly at her as I toss her pants away.
Her sweet, coy smile morphs into a wicked one that could easily rival mine. “Just once,” she says, biting her bottom lip. “I was sixteen. Completely and utterly in love with my best friend’s father. He was going through a bitter divorce and didn’t even look twice at me. So, I found someone like him. Let him take my virginity while I pretended he was someone else.”
Bad girl.
Bad girl who plays bad games better than the big bad wolf.
She parts her thighs and reveals her glistening pussy to me. “He never fulfilled the fantasy. Sometimes, I wonder if that fantasy will ever be fulfilled.”
I run my knuckle along her wet slit, loving the way she shivers. “Oh, sweet Winter,” I croon, probing her tight channel with the tip of my finger. “All those fantasies are about to come true.” My finger slides inside her slick cunt and her back arches. “And they’re going to be better than you could have ever imagined, baby.”
Winter
Oh God.
August Miller has his finger inside me. We’re really doing this. I’ve only dreamed about it for as long as I can remember. With his eyes on mine, he kisses my knee and then makes his way along my inside thigh to my pussy. His hot breath tickles me and then his tongue is on me. I jump, overwhelmed by the sudden explosion of pleasure, and squeeze my thighs together, pinning his head between them.
He growls, pushing my knee back over. His teeth nip at my clit and I cry out. I’ve touched myself hundreds of time. And I’ve had sex with a guy named Hank—he was my first and only. But never have I felt pleasure like this. He sucks on my clit and quivers tremble through my body, making my legs shake. August chuckles against my pussy before he goes back to feasting on it. Another one of his fingers seeks entrance with the other. His fingers stretch me and then curl up inside me, finding a new button of pleasure within me.
“Ah!” I cry out. “Oh God!”
His sucking and licking and biting become more ravenous. He’s losing control. I’m completely at his mercy. My eyes roll back when an orgasm detonates within me, sending electric pulses of pleasure zinging through my every nerve ending. His fingers slide in and out of me easier now that my arousal seems to be gushing from me.
“Look at you,” he croons against my sensitive flesh. “Look at how your body loves to be touched and adored.”
I melt under his sweet words. He removes his fingers and the loss makes me shiver with need. His green eyes flicker with desire and maybe a slight madness. The need to possess me gleams in his eyes. When his tongue darts out to lick his wet lips, I let out a groan.
“August,” I plead. “I need you.”
“Not here,” he growls. “I’m not fucking you on the couch like some loser. I’m taking you to my bed where I can spread you out and take my time with you.”
He slides an arm under my back and lifts me up as he stands. My arms wrap around his neck and my legs around his waist. I greedily kiss him, shocked that I like the way I taste on his mouth. Blindly, he carries us through the condo, his grip tight on my bare ass. Each time he spreads my cheeks apart like he wants to put his fingers there too, I shiver in anticipation.
One hand leaves my ass as he pulls down his sweats. Once they’re around his ankles, he kicks out of them and then strides over to his bed. His thick cock bobs against the crack of my ass as he walks. We fall onto the bed and then his mouth is back on mine. Demanding and owning. He devours me in such a way that makes me feel claimed. I consider myself pretty independent but beneath him, I feel kept and cared for. And frankly, it feels nice.
“I don’t deserve you,” he rumbles, his mouth whispering over mine. “I am a selfish asshole. I don’t deserve this or you.”
“You do,” I argue. “We both do.”
He reaches between us and grips his dick. His tip teases along my wet slit. I stare at his wickedly handsome face as he pushes