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Her eyes are fixed on the floor, and the hand gripping her bag is white-knuckled with tension that I'm sure is swimming through her body. She knows my words ring true, but she's fighting her inner dialog. A part of her wants to run, and I don't know how strong that part of her is.
I gently squeeze the wrist I've been holding onto and try to bring her out of her thoughts, and back to me. When her eyes find mine, they are filled with sadness. I let my hand slip down to hers and interlace our fingers before saying, "Don't make me the villain, before you give me the chance to be the prince."
Those big green eyes snap to mine in a deep penetrating gaze. Her breathing is shallow, and it's as if she's focusing on those breaths, trying to stay cognizant of her emotions and not get swept up in the heat building between us. Like me, she feels the undeniable pull, the overwhelming sense of completeness. I gently pull her into me, keeping those big eyes locked on mine before whispering, "Stay." She takes in a shaky breath and nods her agreement.
My free hand slowly slides up her arm to where her bag is still clutched in her hand, and I gently lower the straps off her shoulder and let the bag drop to the ground. Breaking our gaze, she lays her forehead on my chest before saying, "Promise me, promise me this is real."
I bring my hand under her chin so that I can look into her eyes when I say, "Let me show you."
Bending down, I cover her lips with my own in a gentle cautious embrace. Her lips are so soft, so pliant against mine, and I want to deepen the kiss, but I hold back, not wanting to push for more than she's willing to give. Her lips part, and then her tongue seeks entrance that I'm more than willing to give. As our tongues hungrily dance together, her hands find the hem of my shirt and make their way around my waist. Her fingers lightly graze my back, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Throwing caution to the wind, I reach down with both hands and grip her plump ass, squeezing gently before lifting her up. She wraps her legs around my waist before breaking our kiss to place one behind my ear and whisper, "Take me to bed."
Gianna
Eighteen
Momentsago,Iwasready to leave. I'm still not convinced that trying to date August is a good idea. He calls me his, and talks a good game, but words mean nothing to me.
My entire life, I've been lied to by the people who are supposed to love me the most. I've watched more people than I can count go back on their words because they simply changed their minds. Words are empty, but that hasn’t stopped me from asking for assurances from August and hoping they stick. At least this time if I fuck up my life, I’m doing it on my terms.
I learned a long time ago to guard my mind, heart, and body. People are always looking to take advantage of you. They'll take until you have nothing left to give. I watched my parents take from me as a young child. My mom would give me money for lunch or a field trip, only for it to be gone by the time I got to school. My piggy bank money was stolen, and my gold coin collection from my grandma was pawned. Robbed time and time again only to be told they're sorry it won't happen again. It became a broken record, and they weren't the only ones. All the adults in my world were lying, stealing, or dealing for their own gain.
That's why I feel like I'm always on edge with August. How am I supposed to believe this gorgeous man when he tells me he wants me and that I'm his when everything I always wanted was taken from me. I'm always waiting for the other shoe to drop. I've already given this man my body, and I'm fighting hard not to give him anything more because he might be the thing that finally breaks me.
The problem is if August is breaking me, it feels too good to let him stop. Before it's all said and done, I think I'll let him shatter me if it means I get to have him just a little while longer.
Augustwalksmedownthe hall towards his room as he sucks on the tender spot behind my ear that he knows drives me crazy. I can feel his erect cock pressing against my core, and my pussy is dripping in anticipation. There is no denying that when his hands are on my body, it comes to life. When his mouth is on mine, he steals my breath, and when his cock is buried deep inside me, I'm his. I can't stay away, and I don't want to.
We reach his bedroom, where he lays me down on the bed and kisses me hard and deep. I buck my hips into his erection and moan when I feel the tip nudge my clit. He breaks our kiss, panting, his lips a hairsbreadth apart from mine.
"Baby, tell me what you want. Are you sore?"
God, this man can be so infuriating when he's demanding and jealous, but when it comes to pleasuring me, he's a giver making sure my body gets what it needs, so I spur him on.
"Someone was talking a good game earlier about spreading me out on the counter and making me scream his name." He smiles against my mouth before retreating down my body.
"You want me to eat that pretty pussy, baby?"
Fuck me if those words don't make my pussy throb.
"Tell me, baby, when I pull this skirt off, will your panties be soaked for me?" Why is it so hot when men talk dirty? Shouldn't I feel cheap?
I watch as he stands up to pull his sweater over his head, revealing his toned, tight stomach and delicious deep v, the man is a fucking god. I'm hit with the need to rub my fingers down his delicious abs, but before I make contact, he tsks me knocking me back, only to crawl up my body and grind his erection against my core.
"Stay put, baby, no touching, or I'll have to tie you up."
Would he seriously tie me up? Not wanting to find out, I watch as he undoes his belt, and his pants drop to the floor. He's wearing black boxer briefs, and the tip of his cock is peeking out of the waistband, teasing me.
Following my line of sight, he shoots me a cocky grin. "Like what you see, baby?" I swallow hard and lick my lips, dying for just a taste.
"You want my cock in your mouth, baby?" I nod swiftly and look into his eyes, seeking permission only to find them black with desire. He wants me to suck his cock bad and while I've never done that before because I felt like doing so would make me a slut, doing it for him feels empowering.
"This cock is yours, baby. You can have it any way you want it, but right now, I need your pussy in my mouth."
Dropping to his knees, he lifts my leg and places a kiss on my inner ankle before removing my wedged sandal from my right foot and then my left. As he makes his way back up, he slowly trails his fingers along my overly sensitive skin sending a pulse of need straight to my core. I may come before he even takes my skirt off at the rate he's operating.
Reaching for my waist, he grabs my skirt and peels it down, taking my panties with it, while slowly kissing his way down my stomach in his descent. His open-mouth kisses feel divine against my overheated flesh, making me ache with the need for those lips to be on my clit.
Seeking some sort of release, I grab my breasts and squeeze. My nipples are hard, and when they rub against the lace of my bra, I can't help but throw my head back in sheer ecstasy. I can't take any more foreplay. "August, please stop teasing me. I need you." My face immediately flushes from my voiced confession.
