Page 112 of Almost Pretend


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And God, does he take.

Growling, grasping, his harsh breaths drag against my lips.

His mouth brands me with the sweetest pressure and the savagery of his tongue.

He’s already in me, every licking thrust searching, invading, touching me in impossible ways with phantom echoes deep inside.

It’s like I’m riding those furious waves in imaginary thrusts that make me want the real thing so bad I can’t take it.

I bite him, begging and tasting the firmness of his mouth.

He bites me right back.

Animal.

Pure animal teeth and the perfect bloom of pain.

His fingers slide up my arms, curling against my neck for that extra little spark of danger.

Then they rip the towel away from my hair and bury themselves in my damp locks with a touch so blazing he could practically steam my hair dry.

But it’s nothing compared to the moment when he drags my head back by his grip, my scalp burning with pleasure-pain and the sheer dominance, opening me until I’m powerless against the onslaught of the most vicious erotic kiss I’ve ever had in my life.

His hands slip down with thunder spilling up his throat.

His growl vibrates through me like I’m a ringing vessel.

Molding over my back, pulling me away from the shocking coolness of the wooden door until it’s just heat everywhere.

His touch melds me to his muscle inescapably until I’m wet, so wet, just from how he feels, moaning against his lips, squirming in his grip, begging for more of that touch, those long fingers spanning me, and then—

Digging into my ass.

Broad palms cupping either side, kneading me, spreading me open from behind.

Every time he drags his fingers against soft flesh, it pulls on inner muscles, drawing my pussy open, making me throb, exposing an aching emptiness that desperately needs his cock now.

“August,” I whimper against his mouth, the sound dripping like honey.

All I can manage is his name.

What I really mean is Fuck me.

Fuck me before I lose my mind.

I can’t take it anymore.

I’ve held back so much, and now I need to feel you.

He doesn’t answer.

He doesn’t say a word.

But his fingers gouge my ass as he claims handfuls, forcing needy sounds from my throat as the pulse at each pressure point heightens into a rhythm inside my needy pussy.

This time, his grip doesn’t loosen as he lifts me up off my feet, dragging me against his body as he sucks my lower lip into his mouth and teases me with those cruel teeth.

My toes leave the ground.

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