Vengeance

||23|| Her and I*

August POV

I slipped my thumb out of her mouth, trailing it down to her jaw. I hum, sliding my other hand up to the side of her tit. Admiring the body hovering over me. She is drop-dead gorgeous. And I don't give enough fucks to deny that she has me wrapped around her fucking finger.

"What are you thinking?" She laughed, tilting her head sideways a bit.

"How I want to fuck the shit out of you right now," I said honestly.

Her cheeks darkened a shade of red, that smile brightening up her face. She shuffled on me and hit my wound. I inhaled, hiding the pain it sent through my body.

Yes, I told her it didn't hurt. The downturn of her lips when she said it was because of her that I got stabbed fucked me up. I don't want her thinking it's her fault I'm in pain. If you could even call it pain. It's nothing compared to getting shot in the fucking thigh.

She lowered herself over me, her hands on either side of my head and her lips inches from mine.

"What else do you want to do to me?" She asked in a low sexy fucking voice, sending a vibrating wave to my dick. It throbbed below her.

I caressed her thighs, goosebumps surfacing on her skin. So responsive. "I want my head between your thighs again." She breathed out as I continued, "I want to tie you to my bed and make you beg for me."

My hand wrapped around her neck, and she smiled. She makes me wonder just how kinky I can go with her.

I pulled her head down to me and she slightly opened her mouth to me as I kissed her violently. Her warm tongue slipped into my mouth, dancing with mine. God, I fucking love her. Her tits laid against my chest.

A whimper left her throat and that was all it took to drive me completely off the edge. I stopped kissing her and her expression filled with confusion.

"Take off your shorts," I told her. She stopped straddling me for a moment to do as I said. After she got them off she threw the black Nike shorts on my face. I smiled, her scent filling my lungs.

"Got strawberries hiding in there?" I half-joked, pulling the shorts from my face.

"I'm pretty sure those wouldn't be good to stash inside me." She straddled me again and before I could tell her the only thing that's gonna be in her is me, her lips begin to trail my chest. I leaned my head to the ceiling and watched us from the mirror above.

She looks so sexy bent over me, her ass grazing my boxers that were currently stretching tightly around my growth.

"Come here," I said looking back down at her. She leaned up and I pulled her closer to my face by her thighs. Wasting no time.

My side stung at her quick movement but I couldn't care less. I needed to taste her.

I wrapped my hands around her thighs as she positioned herself over my face. The sight is priceless, holy shit. Her pussy was dripping wet, her folds clearly visible to me, begging me to slick a strip of them.

She moaned as my breath met her skin and her hand went to my head. She lowered herself only my tongue and instantly melted above me as I stuck it inside her entranced. She tried to lift herself but I locked her thighs in place with my arms, pulling my tongue out and gliding it between her lips.

She isn't going a fucking where.

"August fuck, that feels..." She whined, the words spewing out and getting lost, a breath escaping her. A hum left my mouth and vibrated against her clit. Her fingers tightly gripped around my short strands of hair, the action nearly making me cum in my boxers.