Page 140 of Falling Offsides

He bites down on my lip. Hard and unforgiving. Sending a maddening bolt of pain straight between my thighs as he pulls away with a slow scrape.

Fuck!

“Was that a threat?” I whisper, half-dazed. “I like it.”

“Yeah?” His smirk hitches higher. “Think you’ll like being my little toy? My mouthy fucking brat?”

I giggle, tipsy on the lust burning through my veins and power and his voice. “Bring it, Broussard.”

The second it leaves my mouth, the air changes. Static. Dangerous.

He laughs, sharp and low. “Oh, Princess… game on.”

Everything happens fast. A total blur.

Auguste pushes up to his feet, bringing his groin level with my face as he yanks me up to a wobbly crouch.

“You wanna play…” he goads, jerking his belt open. “Take me out.”

My fingers fumble with the button of his slacks, trembling so hard I can barely manage the simple task. The metal of his zipper is cool against my knuckles as I drag it down, revealing the black fabric of his boxer briefs straining against his thick length.

“What are you waiting for?” Auguste growls, fingers tightening in my hair.

I hook my thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, tugging it down just enough to free him. His cock springs forward, heavy andflushed, the head already glistening with need. My mouth waters at the sight, and I can't help the throaty whimper that escapes me.

“What's wrong, Snow?” Auguste taunts, voice rough. “Too much for you?”

I glare up at him, accepting his challenge. “Not even close.”

“Yeah?” The V of his hand brackets my jaw, the other hand grips his length.

His hips jut forward, taunting me with the heat of his precum. When I lick my lips, Auguste pulls back with a chuckle.

“Eager much?”

I hold his stare, using my grasp on each end of his belt to steady me. Slowly he trails the wet head of his cock along my jaw. It’s hot and sticky, and my mouth waters for a taste when he teases the curve of my bottom lip.

“Want a taste, Court?” I lick my lips in response. Tugging at his belt to bring him closer. It does nothing. Auguste is immovable. Too strong. Too solid. “Nah-ah… not how this goes. Beg for it. Beg for it like the good cum slut I know you are.”

Holy shit.I whimper at his words. My pussy clenching tight when he fists himself over my gaping lips. Before I can dip my tongue out, his thumb pushes into my mouth, holding it down.

“Fucking beg,” Auguste orders, punctuating each word with a slap of his erection to my lips.

This side of him is a pompous asshole. And yeah, I love the way it lights me up. My insides are buzzing. My pussy is soaked.

“Please,” I grind out around his thumb.

“Nicely, Courtney.” Auguste rakes his thumbnail across the top of my teeth catching the drop of precum that rolls off his cock. “Play nice and I’ll let you have it.”

My pulse stutters when he scrapes his glistening thumb across my teeth. It’s evil. He’s cunning. I can smell him. I can almost taste him.

Almost.

Fuck. Fuck it.

“Please,” I say again, this time softer.

“Open up. Give me your tongue.” The hand stroking his cock guides him to my waiting mouth. Before I can suck in a breath, he thrusts inside.