Page 143 of Falling Offsides

“Please…please, Auguste… fuck me. I need you inside me,” I pant out each word, stuttering when his thumb rubs my clenching pussy the same torturous way that his tongue circles my clit.

Thick and demanding, his fingers press inside me, stretching me open as he continues his assault on my clit.

"Like this?" he gravels against my skin. "Is this what you need?"

"More," I gasp, my hips bucking against his hand. "I need more… I need you."

Auguste curls his fingers inside me, finding that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. My back arches off the table as he presses harder, his tongue never stopping its relentless rhythm against my clit.

"You're gonna come for me first," he commands, voice rough with desire. "I’m going to drink you up andthenI'll give you what you want."

I'm so close, teetering on the edge, my body coiled tight like a spring. When he sucks my clit between his lips and adds a third finger, stretching me further, I shatter.

The orgasm rips through me. The pressure gushing out of me, soaking his face, my thighs, the table with every purposeful curl of his fingers.

“Fuck.Fuck!” My scream echoes back at me from a distance as I collapse back on the table and Auguste sucks and laps, drinking me down like he wanted. Like he promised.

“Fuck yeah!” He slaps my thigh, groaning like it’s his own release. “We’re doing that again. And again. And fucking again.”

My eyes blink open. The dim light stinging my burning eyes.

Auguste braces over me on one hand. The other grips the back of my knee and tugs me to the edge of the glass table. With my thigh hitched on his hip, I can feel his hard cock pressed to my sensitive flesh.

“Look at the mess you made, Snow,” he pants, wiping his face with his other hand. “You’re a fucking dream. My perfect little slut… and I can’t get enough of you. How hard you make me. How fucking deep you make me ache for you.”

With a flex of his hips, he teases my slit. Like this, his cock feels different. Like it might be too big and too hard. And still, I ache for it.

"Please," I whimper, clawing at his shoulders. "I need you inside me."

Auguste nods. His nose is flaring with the same desperation hammering through my bloodstream.

"Condom," he grunts, his jaw clenched tight as he pulls back slightly, searching the pockets of his slacks, banded around his thick thighs.

I grab his wrist, keeping him close when he glances in the direction of the bedrooms. I know I shouldn’t, but I’ve already had him in my mouth, swallowed his cum…

"I'm on the pill. I'm clean, I?—"

"Court…" Auguste’s forehead drops to mine, his breath hot against my lips. "I'm clean too."

“I trust you.” The expression on his face shifts to something different. Something deep. Emotion swirls in his eyes, something the perfectly chiselled lines. "So please...”

“Please…”

“I want to feel you."

His eyes search mine, something raw and vulnerable flashing behind the hunger and lust.

Before I can breathe, he’s inside me, stretching me open in one hard thrust that whooshes the air right out of my lungs with a loud cry.

“God, you feel good,” he marvels. “So fucking tight. Always so wet for me.”

“Jesus… oh fuuuuck… you’re so… oh God… so… big…” Bigger than I realized. “You need to move. Please…”

"Tell me you're mine." It’s an order I can’t refuse him. Not when he’s so deep inside me the only sensation I have is him. So deep it hurts. So deep I’ll miss him when he’s gone.

"I'm yours," I gasp.

"For how long?" His voice is rough, demanding as he edges out and then inches in just slightly, enough to make me arch toward him.