Page 65 of The Invite (The Massacre Ball #1)

Nessa

Augustus’s words ignite a wickedness inside my soul that I didn’t think I possessed. There’s nothing more powerful than being someone’s center of attraction. Their entire being locked on you.

Magnetic electricity jolts my limbs when Augustus takes my right hand and places it between my thighs.

“First… you start slow… by teasing them.” Keeping his palm on mine, he presses down until both our middle fingers dip between my folds.

“Get their blood running hot.” I gasp when we circle my opening once before dragging our joined hands down my thigh, leaving a wet trail.

“Leave them salivating and wondering if you’re as wet as they’re picturing. ”

Augustus’s cock, pressing between my ass cheeks, throbs as he teaches me a lesson in seduction. I can’t help but grind, needing him stretching my walls.

Instead, he trails our hands back to my empty pussy. Even as his length jerks, his voice stays dark and collected. “Every time you tease, give them a little more.”

Continuing to rub my slit, he drags my shirt up with his free hand, baring my sex for a lingering breath before letting the fabric flutter back down. With each passing second, the caresses on my core become longer and deeper.

I make needy sounds I don’t even recognize.

Everything about the moment makes me feverish, ramping up my arousal. The bright lights falling on us, his filthy voice in my ear, exploring hands and the scent of our sex in the air.

“The slow burn isn’t just for them, it’s for you too,” groans Augustus, as my juices spill down our wrists.

“Feel how much your sweet pussy is leaking all over our fingers. It’s creating a mess.

The ones watching you? They’re worse. All they’re thinking about is if you’re just as badly turned on as them. ”

“I am,” I say raggedly.

“Show them.” His hands disappear to hold my thighs open. “Let them see your tight little cunt.”

I lift the shirt, revealing my swollen pussy and… his cock.

“That’s it, pet.”

Fuck! The crude name doesn’t help my state.

“Play with it like you did on your couch.”

The second I swirl a finger through the wetness, my head drops at the sensation.

“No!” barks Augustus. “Look ahead.”

His harsh tone has me obeying and stroking my folds faster. I pant roughly as I press down on my nub with my thumb, flicking it rapidly. Every up and down caress touches my fingers against his shaft, parting my ass cheeks.

I don’t touch it, but I do swivel my hips against it, loving the way it pulses.

The intensity and the heat of his stare maddens me. One second, I feel like I’m flying, and the next, like I’m free-falling into a blissful void.

“You’re doing so good,” praises Augustus.

The fingers digging into my leg inch toward my shirt, unfastening the buttons one by one.

I hiss at the cold air touching my overheated skin as he pushes the fabric aside on one side.

“Can’t let them miss these pretty tits. So ripe and perky with nipples begging to be pinched. ”

“Ah… um!” I cry out when he twists the tip. My pained whimper brings out his sadism as he twists harder. “August… Please.”

“Nah.” His fingers pull and stretch the sore nipple. “Hurt for me.”

“I can’t!” I jerk against his hold, forgetting to masturbate. My entire being focused on his hand tormenting my breast. My vision tunnels as he kneads the flesh after letting go of the throbbing tip. “Oh…”

“I love your tears, pet,” he cruelly teases. “My brutality makes your pussy wet.”

As if to side with him, my traitorous hole spills more moisture. A dizzying wave of lust builds as I feel the dulling pain add to my pleasure. I resume playing with my core.

“Good girl. Give them more, pet.”

“More?” I gasp, delirious.

“Yes. Be a wanton little slut and part your folds until I can see that needy little clit.”

Using my other hand, I make a V with two fingers until he can see everything. His hand kneading my breast snakes down to ruthlessly pinch the swollen nub.

My hips lurch off his lap but his hold doesn’t let me go anywhere.

I whimper, as my sex beats its own pulse.

“Such a pretty pink pussy,” he growls, sounding like an animal. “I could lick it for the rest of my life, worship it with my mouth day and night. Would you like that, pet? My lips sucking and kissing it?”

“Yes, I’d love it.”

“So would I, every minute of it.” His fingers dig into my thighs, like he’s fighting to do it right now but the fantasy we’re playing is too filthy and stimulating to end. “Until I can, use my cock. Rub it in your cream and slap it on your clit.”

Hitching my hips a little higher on his stomach, I curl my hand around his slippery shaft and follow his dirty command. His thick girth easily splits my folds that I no longer need to use my fingers.

Fisting him hard, I spank the wide crown on the bundle of nerves. “Oh god!”

“Again.”

Smack!

Both of us moan at the contact. My stomach clenches at the slowly building ache, that was hovering in the background. Augustus lets loose a guttural moan, sending vibrations to my tight nipples.

“Grind on my dick.” His hand inches up my thigh, caressing roughly. “Let me feel that soft and drenched pussy. Do it, you little fuck.”

I can no longer keep my head up as I rub my slit all over his length. His hold on my thighs loosens so I can move faster and harder.

Head bent, breathing harsh, he stares as I debase myself on his cock. The friction sends me into another dimension. My clit sings in ecstasy every time his cockhead smacks against it. I’m so soaked, my pussy makes a wet and rhythmic noise.

“Ahh…” I cry out when Augustus pinches the inside of my thigh without warning.

“Fuck, such a sweet and obedient little pet I’ve found.

” Pushing my hand on my clit in a silent command to flick it, he whispers degrading praises.

“You were just waiting to be owned and corrupted. Underneath those prim and proper clothes, you’re a nasty little slut, willing to be anyone’s fuck toy. ”

“Not anyone’s, yours,” I rasp, rolling my hips. “Just like you’re my masked devil. Only mine.”

His chest shakes at my territorial claim. Cupping my pussy with one hand, while grabbing my throat with the other, he holds me immobile and growls, “Say it again.”

“You’re mine, August,” I darkly say. “You belong to me. When you make me yours in front of the world, I want you to wear my name on your skin where they all can see. Every woman that dares to lay her eyes on you, she better know I own you. Not even for a second can they dream you’ll ever be theirs. ”

The demands come from deep within my soul, suspended in the air around us.

“They won’t, little prey.” Augustus’s unwavering voice envelops my heart and fills my veins until his promise becomes a part of me. “Mark me any way you desire. Every woman ceased existing to me the moment I saw, hunted, and captured you.”

“Tell me I own you.”

“You own me, Nessa,” he growls without missing a beat. Without a shadow of doubt. “From my skin to my bones. From the blood running in my veins to my cold, dead heart that breathes only for you. You. fucking. Own. Me. Mind, body, and soul.”

Wrenching my shirt down, the remaining buttons flying everywhere, he tears it off until I’m naked. Lifting me by the waist, the tip of his cock poises at my entrance. Yanking me down, he fills me in one stroke.

“August!” I scream, as my body struggles to accept the invasion.

I violently shudder from head to toe, going into shock.

He is deep inside me to the root, his balls smashed against my ass, and I don’t know whether to stay still or squirm to get away.

Only for him to decide for me.

Keeping me impaled on his monstrous cock, he stands and bends me over the arm of the chair. Digging his fingers into my hips, he withdraws slowly and slams to the hilt with a snarl.

“August,” I whimper as the chair skids from the force of his thrusts.

“This cunt was made to take me,” he barks, tugging me back as he thrusts into my spasming hole. “Made to accept my barbarity. My vicious need. Made to be filled by my dick. You’re going to goddamn take all of it, however—” Thrust . “—I see—” Thrust. “—fit—” Thrust.

“Oh my god!”

Crack!

“Wrong man, little prey.” A punishing spank lands on my ass again. The sound reverberating in the cavernous room. “You’re worshipping at the altar of your devil. Pray. To. Me.”

“Please!”

“Who are you begging to?” Our hips keep slapping as he bends over my slick back, and hisses, “God or me?”

“You.”

“Who the fuck am I? Who’s inside you? Who’s owning your tight cunt one inch at a time?”

“M-my devil.” Thrust. “My monster.” Thrust . “My… shadow.” Thrust .

My eyes roll in the back of my head as he pounds into me in earnest, all signs of humanity gone. Each thrust lifts my feet off the ground. The arm of the chair digs into my belly. It slides dangerously but before I can fall, a fist in my hair yanks me upright.

I reach back, grabbing onto Augustus’s thighs as he bottoms out and grinds.

“Bring it back,” he commands.

My arm shakes but I do as he says, pulling the chair toward us. Settling back down with my pussy crammed full of his cock, he swivels the seat until the camera is right in front of our masked faces, capturing the depravity.

Cupping my heaving breasts in each hand, he rasps darkly, “The show isn’t over until the climax, pet. Make it count so they come back for more.”

“Like this?” I whisper, trailing my fingers down my stomach to the top of my pussy. Inching even lower, I feel where we’re joined. The illicit touch causes my inner muscles to clench around his girth.

“Yeah, filthy girl.” He thrusts. “Show them how much you love coming around my cock. Stroke your tiny clit until you’re dripping down my balls.”

Enraptured by his dirty talk and the way it skyrockets my lust, I press down on my nub and stroke mercilessly. “Uhmmm… So good.”

“Motherfuc— How you milk my dick. It’s exquisite.”