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Auggie marches us down the hallway to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us.
“Need you,” a whimper as I tug on his sweater. I battle the damn thing until Auggie sets me on my feet so I can rip it properly off.
Auggie’s hands are everywhere, hot and demanding as he strips off my sweater. I undo the button of his jeans and slide the zipper down, pushing the snug pants down his hips. He kicks off his shoes, then his pants, and gets to work on removing my shoes and leggings.
I reach behind my back and unclip my bra, my breasts bouncing free. Auggie grins, palming himself over his briefs before leaning down to capture one of my nipples. I arch into him, threading my hands in his hair. He releases my nipple and begins kissing a path to the other breast, sucking the puckered bud into his mouth. Lavishing the same attention on this side as the other.
“Auggie,” I moan.
His fingers hook the side of my panties, sliding them down my legs. When I step out of them, he places hot kisses down my stomach, tracing my stretch marks with his tongue, and drops to his knees.
His hands glide down the back of my thighs, teasing my sensitive skin. One hand cups the back of my left knee. Auggie looks up from where he kneels before me. “Lift your leg, Moonlight.”
I do as he asks, lifting my leg for him to place on his shoulder.
“I need to taste you, Moonlight,” he murmurs to my thigh, where he places a gentle kiss. “Let me taste you.”
“Please,” I beg.
With a vicious growl, Auggie’s mouth descends on my pussy. His tongue laps at my folds, gathering the wetness there, as if ravenous to drink me down. I feel the scrape of his fangs, sharp and smooth against the tender flesh of my pussy lips. A thrill races through me at the thought of Auggie’s fangs piercing me there, drinking my molten desire mixed with my blood.
My clit pulses just as he sucks it into his mouth.
“Fuck,” I half sigh, half moan, grinding onto his hot mouth. His fangs brush my lips again, just the hint of a sting as I push harder onto his mouth.
Auggie’s entire body convulses as he snarls, hands gripping my thighs and pulling me so close I worry for a second he’ll suffocate.
“Auggie,” I plead, “I need you.” I gasp, “I need you inside me.”
He growls in response, unrelenting in his quest to devour my pussy completely. I tug his head
until he looks up at me, lips glistening with my desire, eyes wild and hungry.
Gone is Auggie the gentleman. Before me is a beast.
This is what you get when you tell him not to be a gentleman.
In one swift moment, my feet leave the floor and my back hits the mattress.
Auggie’s hands are everywhere, with his mouth following close behind. He’s like a man
possessed.
I reach for him, dragging his taut body up my soft one. The contrast is delicious.
Normally I would be self-conscious. But the way Auggie worships my body like it’s a work of art, I feel…powerful. Sexy.
Like anything is possible.
High on these powerful feelings and emotions, I push at Auggie.
“Cordelya?”
“Lay on your back for me.”
With a wicked smile, Auggie rolls us so I’m straddling his lap.
I lean down and capture his lips, tongue eagerly mapping the landscape of his mouth as fire builds low in my belly. Breaking our kiss, I drag my body down his. My hands ghost along his body, delighting in the way his muscles bunch and flex beneath my touch. When I reach his briefs, I hook my fingers in the hem as he did to mine, then pull them down off his body.
