Chapter 8
I”m still mad at him. Even as I”m caught in his arms and pulled across the center console. Even when my lips are crushed to his, and his tongue slips against mine. Even when his hand arranges my thigh over his lap and the hem of my dress is pushed up above my hips.
When August”s hands slide forward from my back until his thumbs flicker over my nipples, I”m still pretty pissed off at him.
Bra unhooked? Still mad.
Breasts kneaded in his strong hands while his mouth devours each nipple?
Pretty sure I”m still mad, I just don”t exactly remember why anymore.
It”s not until one of August”s hands slips between my thighs, moving my panties to the side so he can slip one of those sinfully long fingers inside me that I forgive him.
Second finger? I was never mad.
My hands scramble over his shoulders, my fingers clutching in the soft fabric of the button-down shirt he”s wearing. My head brushes the ceiling of the car, reminding me where we are.
”Fiore mio, come for me, baby.”
Insistent fingers stroke me from inside, finding a spot that has my feet threatening to cramp as my toes try to curl in my heels.
”Yes.” August purrs between my breasts as he keeps a steady pace, adding pressure to my clit with his thumb as I ride his hand, my cheek pressed hard to the back of his head as we curl against each other in the cramped space. ”That”s it, Zephyr...baby...let me feel your tight little pussy coming for me...begging for my cock to be inside you next...”
Honestly, I”m not sure if August can still breathe. I have my hands wrapped so tightly around his head that I”m probably smothering him in my cleavage.
I”m pretty sure he”s still alive because he hasn”t stopped the delicious way he”s moving his hand, even when I come so hard that I must nearly break his wrist where it”s trapped between us.
Soft swears in Italian are mumbled against my breasts between kisses and light nips before August withdraws his fingers and licks them clean.
”Fuck.” His eyes roll back and then onto mine in the moonlight coming through the sunroof above us.
His hand paws blindly at the door to our side and then the latch releases and the door swings open.
”Time to get out, fiore,” he whispers hoarsely as he fixes my dress back to cover my breasts and moves to help me onto the ground without tripping in the heels.
Oh, right. I remember how to be mad at him again.
”If you think you”re--”
”Shh--” his hand reaches to get my clutch from the seat beside him and he already has one long leg on the ground as he moves toward me, ”--I”m coming with you.”
Augustus unfolds his lean form from behind the steering wheel, wrapping one arm around my shoulders with a possessive grip as if he”s suddenly afraid I might actually make a run for the house and leave him hard and wanting in my driveway.
Not. A. Chance.
We move as one, making space for him to shut the car door softly before climbing the steps to my front door where he stands without loosening his grip while I fish the key from my purse and open the door.
Then, my feet are suddenly no longer in contact with the ground as I”m swung into Augustus”s arms and carried inside bridal style. August kicks the door closed with a foot and heads for the short hallway.
”Which one?”
His question is breathless and impatient as we near the two doors opposite one another.
”Left.”
No one reaches for the light-switch as we crash through my bedroom door and onto the bed. Moonlight spills through the windows with the open blinds that look out onto the garden in the back and it”s plenty enough light for me to admire the dips and planes of Augustus”s body as we work together to unburden him of his clothes.
He”s down to pants and whatever is under them as he stands on the floor to kick off his shoes after he”s peeled my dress off and cast both my bra and panties into some dark corner of the room as if they offended him.
I reach down to unbuckle the straps on my shoes but August tsks as he brushes my hand away.
”Leave them on, I promise not you won”t need to walk anywhere soon.”
The black jeans he had on fall to the floor and then the boxer briefs that were beneath them.
I scramble backward into the middle of the bed to make space for him as he easily steps out of the pile of clothes and crawls between my legs.
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August
We”ll haveour conversations later. Right now, fiore has been clear that she”s tired of waiting to feel my cock splitting her virgin pussy apart and if I manage to breed her this quickly and we find ourselves bound together for it, I vow I”ll spend every moment of this life and the next making sure she never regrets it.
Thoughts of Zephyr”s curves enhanced with the swell of our child growing inside her cause my already painfully engorged cock to twitch in anticipation.
In the pale light of the moon shining through her windows, the glittery high heels sparkle, but not nearly as beautifully as her glistening pussy.
”I promise to wake you up with my mouth on your clit, fiore.” I gasp out the words between the hungry kisses I steal from her lips. ”Forgive me if I lose my manners, baby, but I--”
My words are stolen by a rough nip to my lip and the feel of Zephyr”s hand wrapped around my shaft. The only sound left in my throat is a harsh and pleading growl.
”Just fuck me already, Augustus.”
Her teeth catch my earlobe to punctuate her demand, leaving me with no choice but to obey.
”I don”t want to hurt you.” I slide two fingers back inside her impossibly tight channel, working to ready her for my intrusion. ”You”re so tight, fiore, have you never had anything inside your little cunt?”
”My vibrator”s almost as big as you, August.”
Her crass confession has me choking on my swears as I allow her to take the lead and line my weeping tip against her opening.
”Did you just ask the Holy Mother Mary for the strength not to come too soon?”
Fiore mio giggles beneath me, tilting her hips to bring me closer.
”You”ve been studying Italian in the wrong schools, fiore.” I nip at her nose with a grin. ”You should not be able to decipher such filth.”
”I”m going to make you say filthier things than that, Augustus.”
It might be a threat, or it might be a promise; either way, Zephyr brings her hands to my waist and guides me past that point that no other man has ever been...or ever will be.
She”s hot and slick, lined in velvet perfection and so tight that I can feel how her tunnel has to stretch to accommodate my size.
Now that I know she”s been learning to decode my curses, I let the words dry in my throat as I mouth them silently against her throat.
If this woman is this tight even after taking care of herself with a toy that”s nearly my own size, there”s no hope that I”ll ever stretch her well enough that I”m not on the edge of spilling my seed as soon as I”ve entered her.
Despite her claims, Zephyr”s eyes go wide at the feel of being filled so completely by the real thing. The kiss-swollen lips that no longer bear a trace of the lipstick she had applied earlier, pop open in a perfect O that has me slipping my thumb between them.
They seal around my digit, her tongue slipping around the tip as she sucks gently, her hooded gaze back at me causing me to lose all hope I had of staying in control.
Pulling back, I gasp at the feel of her sheath suctioning in my retreat, pulling to bring me back.
It”s a call I answer quickly, thrusting forward with force and immediately retreating again in response to the sharp gasps and mounting cries Zephyr makes as I fill her to completion over and over again.
Through the rising fog inside my brain, I feel the sharp bite of fingernails in my back and the scrape of the high heels behind my thighs. Zephyrs cries are getting louder and I can feel the muscles in the sweet walls wrapped around my dick beginning to pulse.
I know I won”t last through her climax. Not this time and possibly not any time after this.
Reaching between us, I press my thumb to her clit and circle, eager to feel her clench down on me, knowing she”s about to rip my cock from my body when it happens.
My name rings off the walls around us as Zephyr comes as hard as I”d hoped. Just as expected, the feel of her milking me for my cum is something I can”t deny.
I let loose inside her, spilling my seed in pulsing jets that have me blacking out momentarily.
”Never doubt that I belong to only you, Zephyr,” I whisper into her hair when I”ve regained enough strength to speak. ”I love you, fiore mio. Forever forward.”