Page 114 of Almost Pretend


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This.

I want this inside me, hard and pounding and splitting me open.

Fuck me raw, August.

Rip me to pieces.

Without fear.

Without regret.

Without mercy.

He’s so huge against my palm, all thick veins and a flared, angry head.

Just touching his cock makes me shudder, feeling his pulse thumping through his fullness. Every beat of his heart feels like a war drum.

Just gripping it makes my mouth water. I don’t know if I want to taste it or ride it more.

But August makes the decision for me.

The more I touch his cock, the tenser he grows, until he rips his mouth from my aching nipple and rests his brow to my shoulder. His lungs are heaving and his hips rake me with tiny thrusts toward my hand.

He hasn’t said a word.

It’s almost eerie in his worn silence, yet somehow that only makes him more intense, even more enthralling.

Definitely more demanding, as he suddenly pulls me away from the bathroom door and tumbles me against the foot of the bed.

The next thing I know, I’m down on my back, my arms falling to my sides.

August looms over me, his gaze all lightning, striking and searing everywhere it touches.

He’s in a fury of desire, with rage, frustration, and lust written all over his face. I don’t understand, but there’s not even a second to think, to question.

He catches my hands, laces our fingers together, and pins them to the bed.

He locks eyes with me.

Then that hot flesh I’d touched so greedily nudges back between my legs.

No fabric in the way this time.

Just the thick swell of his cock and the wet, pulsing flutter of folds that part for him too eagerly.

I’m already acting like his whore, and I don’t care.

I’ll beg, offer myself up on a plate, anything—but I don’t have to.

There’s just one more moment where he holds back, fire crackling between us in the silence.

Then he slams into me, so wild and hot and hard it’s like he’s punishing me for making him want me so bad.

I can’t hold back my cry, the way I arch, pulling against his hands, but he won’t let go.

He has me now.

He owns me, taking my body until I have no will, no thought, no self. Not when I’m drowning in the rough sensation of his cock plunging into me.

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