Chapter 27 Augusto
Augusto
Her eyes round in surprise, but lust swells in both of them when she realizes what I’m here for. We’ve been at it like fucking rabbits nearly all night and I still haven’t had my fill of her.
A part of me wonders if I’ll ever get it.
She’s like a drug.
I never expected to want another woman like this again in my life.
In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a woman this badly.
Those bright blue eyes make my knees weak, that sparky mouth tightens my balls.
She’s as authentic with her brain as she is her body, keeping me on my toes with her sharp words and her sexy curves.
I push her backward until her spine hits the wall, and inhale the scent of lust and musk that radiates from her. Then I kiss her, hard. So hard, the whimper she makes can’t escape.
Threading her arms around my neck, I flatten myself against her. She’s mine now. She even said so herself. Now I’ve had her, she won’t ever be anyone else’s. She doesn’t know it yet but I will kill any man who tries to take her now.
“Augusto,” she pants, when I finally release her lips to trail mine down the soft, salty, skin of her neck. “Someone might come in.”
“I locked the door,” I growl huskily into her collarbone. Fuck, every curve and contour of her is perfect.
My hands grope her thick and hard, making their way down the shape of her body, over her breasts, her hips, thighs. Until I drop to my knees. I take a leather boot in my hands and slide it off her leg, then I remove the other leather boot.
I’ve a good mind to take these back to our room so she can parade around in them whenever I ask her to.
My fingers shake lightly with pent-up lust as I pull down the zipper of her breeches and peel them over her thighs.
Her designer lingerie is defiant in its teasing, but it will be off in a second, so…
I lean in and lick over the lace, feeling her wetness seep through the fabric. And suddenly, I’m feral.
Now, I don’t have the time nor patience to remove said panties. Instead, I lift her right leg and throw it over the saddle she just hung low on the wall. She’s wide open for me now.
“Hold on to something,” I bark.
She latches on to two bridles hanging either side of her just as I stick my tongue between her folds and lick greedily up her seam.
God, she’s delicious.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers, then turns her head to muffle her mouth in her arm.
Pushing my hand up beneath her shirt, I grab a handful of breast while lapping between her spread legs. The saddle is keeping her nice and wide open for me so I push two thick fingers into her pussy. She clenches around them—a threat to keep them there until they deliver, and I love that.
“This is finger fucking, Erin,” I murmur into her folds while stroking my fingers in and out of her. “Do you like it?”
A moan buries itself in her arm. “I love it,” she says, her voice all broken and lusty. “I especially love that they’re your fingers.”
I smile around her clit then suck it into my mouth. When I’ve tongued it to a taut peak, I pull back for a second. My fingers curl into her g spot, stroking it to a quiver. “Good. Because these are the only fingers you’re going to feel from now on.”
“Augusto,” she moans when I latch my mouth onto her again.
With my free hand I shove the saddle backward on its rack. It takes Erin’s leg with it, opening her even wider. Her wet pussy glistens, making me salivate.
Threading a third finger into her warmth, I push deeper, firmer, faster. My hand is properly fucking her and her squeaks and gasps are climbing in pitch. I want to feel her lust run over my fingers.
I press light kisses to her beautiful swollen bud, but her clit is not going to be responsible for her climax.
My fingers will be. I study her movements—they’re stilted because she’s spread so wide and trapped almost—and her little noises.
The muscles inside her pussy start to flutter, pulling my fingers deeper.
I could sit and stare at her taking them hungrily inside her for days.
Then a sweet tightness wraps around my fingers.
Pull. Pull. Pull.
It’s the beat of her orgasm unfolding.
She makes a beautiful sound like a caged animal being freed, though it’s still muffled against her arm.
“Augusto… I’m—”
“I know you are, baby,” I murmur, drowning in the way her body is taking what it needs, pulling my fingers into her, fucking my hand, showering my ears in wave after wave of relief.
I keep pumping her, curling my fingers softly, as her whole body shakes. It’s the most beautiful sight a man could wish to see. A fucking privilege.
As her body softens, I gently suck on her clit, setting off a different set of convulsions.
Her legs are still spread wide and her arms are still hanging on to the bridles. She pants above me as I kiss and lick and suck that little command center of nerve endings, while freeing my cock. It’s been throbbing painfully, needing in on the action.
Out in the air, it feels vicious. Angry that it hasn’t been invited to the party.
My fingers are still wet from her arousal so I use it to lubricate my hand as I jerk myself off slowly.
I sense her head turn to watch as I take her in my mouth, licking and sucking her so soft and clean she can’t contain her whimpers. Tender ripples radiate from her center and my cock hardens impossibly in my hand.
This is the hottest sex I’ve ever had and I’m not even inside her.
“Do I taste good?” she whispers, huskily.
A spasm of lust rocks through me. “So fucking good,” I groan.
She tips her head back and comes again with a force that almost knocks me over, her hips bucking into my mouth.
I stand quickly, untangle her hands from the leather and pull her leg from the saddle. Then I push her stomach down over the saddle and kick her legs apart. Her languid body doesn’t object and she’s so damn wet I just slide right in.
God. Dear God.
My cock seems to puff out in triumph the second it is seated deep inside her, like it’s reclaimed its home.
Her pussy locks around me, slippery yet primed from her preliminary orgasms. She’s at the perfect angle for me to fuck her hard and smooth.
I tilt my hips and piston into her, feeling the tremors build again.
God, she’s going to suck me dry in seconds.
How does this woman have such power over me?
My cock reaches deep into her with every measured thrust, each one becoming harder to control. It’s taking everything in me not to fucking rut like a wild animal whose purpose is to impregnate anything that moves.
This is what she brings out in me. A wild, unhinged, primal need to fill her with my come.
“Right there,” she rasps, throatily. “Harder.”
Harder? She wants harder?
There’s an empty saddle rack in front of her. “Hold on to that,” I grunt.
She does as I say, and now it’s game over.
Gripping her hips hard, I flutter my fingers over her clit and I pound into her like a demon unleashed.
“Oh God, Augu— Oh, fuck.”
“That’s it baby,” I pant. “You wanted it harder. This is fucking harder.”
I fuck her so hard, her hips are bruising against the leather saddle, but she’s still holding her own against my thrusts, pushing backward into me with the little traction her feet can find on the ground.
“I can’t take this,” she whimpers.
“Yes you can,” I growl, pumping my lengthened cock so deep it knocks her forward, again and again. “You’re mine now. You’ll take everything I give you, Erin.”
Her pussy clamps down almost strangling my cock and she comes with a throaty cry, not caring if anyone hears. I hold still, relishing the repetitive squeeze of her muscles as her body sucks me in.
I come with little warning, a lightning hot bolt of possession thundering down my spine, through my balls and out the head of my cock. I grab onto her shoulders, pulling her down onto me so it enters her deep.
She’s fucking mine.