There is nothing more beautiful than watching an innocent angel fall apart at my sinful actions. I'm going to ruin her.
"Augustine."
And she comes, looking down at me as she does so.
She glows, lighting up the goddamn room. Her feet barely touch t...
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I had never opened up about my mother. And I surely didn't expect to today, either. But Amorette's presence does something to me. It affects me in every aspect of the word, seeping into my bones and surrounding my every move. Her presence is everywhere, even when she's not there.
And right now, as she writhes underneath me, I want nothing more than to make her presence last forever. Her pretty eyes flutter shut as my lips press beneath her ear, trailing down her neck. I adore her throat with a kiss as if I'm thanking it for bringing her voice to life. She hums, smooth vibrations sending my body into overdrive.
The exhaustion in my muscles faded and endorphins shot through my blood. Amorette made me feel more alive than ever in this moment. Her touch was enough to motivate my mind, and I was committed to showing her that I loved her for it.
My heart ached with this unknown feeling. Sweetness on my tastebuds, sparks beneath my nerves; I practically shivered against her. There was more than just lust within me...it was a need that I was destined to fulfill.
"Oh, Augustine," she sighed. There was nothing more that I wanted. All I needed was right here.
"I need you so bad that it hurts," I rasped, my cheek against her chest. I pressed myself to her heart, wanting to know if it beat for me like mine did for her.
"Lean back," she whispered, her hands on my shoulders. I listened immediately, rising with my back to the chair. She climbs into my lap, straddling my thighs in an effort to be as close as possible.
Her hand is on my belt in seconds, removing it with ease and hurrying with the button and zipper of my pants.
"Fuck," I grunted as she palmed my cock, her swollen, pink lips sloppily meeting the veins in my neck.
My hands threaded through her hair, the breeze meeting the bare skin of my abdomen as she pushed my sweatshirt up.
She pulled back to look me in the eye, and I was completely entranced by her. I could see her summer-bound freckles from the close distance, and her doe eyes sunk deep into my soul. She grazed her lips with her teeth, then darted her tongue out to wet them.
Fuck me.
"You're so hard," she whispered like the trees could hear us. Her fingertips were now coated in pre-cum from moving over my tip, and I groaned at the contact.
"Only for you," I said. My hands slipped beneath her shirt, feeling her up like she belongs to me.
She takes over my body, and I let her. I let go of everything keeping me restricted to this unnecessary control, and I fall completely apart in her hands.
