His tongue licks up against my clit and I scream, muffled by his cock.
Vaughn devours me, lapping, licking, suckling me between his lips.
Jesus. More.
I take him deep into my mouth, licking the length of his shaft to the head. He thrusts harder, and now I’m delirious with the pleasure. I can’t take it, it’s too much to process, the demands of his cock thrusting down my throat, and his mouth gorging on my pussy.
Pleasure crashes through me. I cling on to his firm ass, bobbing my head into his crotch with a new intensity as my body twists tighter and I hurtle close to the edge.
Vaughn licks down to my aching lips, and plunges his tongue deep inside me.
Fuck.
I buck against him with a cry. He fucks me with his tongue, relentless, fingers biting into my thighs, forcing my body up to meet him as he thrusts inside me.
I start to quake, my orgasm building, but then he moves back to my clit, nipping painfully to stem my explosion. I whimper, arching into his mouth, needing release so bad I think I might die. My whole body is pinned in place, his hips thrusting down against my face to bury his cock in my mouth. I can’t move, I can’t speak, I can barely breathe, but it doesn’t matter, not with my body controlled by such need. All I can do is buck against him.
Please.
As if answering my whimpered prayers, Vaughn slips a finger inside me. He pulses quick and hard as his tongue circles my clit with devastating precision, finger curling up to hit my sweet spot, high inside. Then his hand is gone and his tongue is back, plunging inside, fucking me with relentless pressure and this time, I can’t hold back.
I come with a cry, choking on his cock as my body explodes around his tongue. The spasms ricochet through my body, my most intense orgasm ever, but he’s not done with me yet.
I’m in freefall when I feel it, an intrusion at my asshole. I tense in panic, but I’m too far gone to stop, I can only shudder through another shockwave as Vaughn pushes his finger into me back there, slick with my own juices.
Holy shit.
The feeling is incredible, a deep, glittering pressure. I’m stretched, it’s too tight, too much, but my body is a slave to the sensation. Another orgasm rips through me, more intense than ever, and Vaughn uses the tremor to sink his finger all the way in to the knuckle.
He pulses it inside of me and fuck, the world implodes.
I come screaming. Ecstasy slams through me. Vaughn’s thrusts grow frantic, and then he tears himself from my mouth with a savage cry, exploding in a hot spurt of milky liquid over my face, my dress, my belly. He pumps hard, riding out his climax with a roar of abandon as I lay shuddering beneath him, spent and gasping and totally undone.
His.
13
VAUGHN
I drive home through the dark city, still tense as hell despite the epic load I just shot all over Keely’s luscious body.
Damn, that girl looks good with my cum dripping off her gorgeous tits.
I drive fast, gripping the steering wheel as I speed angrily down the midnight streets. I know why I’m so fucking stressed, and it’s got nothing to do with dinner anymore. This one is all on me.
I failed.
I should have taken her tonight. I should have buried my cock deep inside her, instead of my tongue. I should have shoved her down and fucked her into submission the way I’ve been planning all along.
But instead, I held back, forcing my pleasure in her warm mouth instead of her tight cunt. Now I’m driving home with a stiff cock when I could be spreading her wide for another round: pinned up against the wall with my dick buried balls deep hammering her from the inside out.
What the fuck is going on?
I’ve been promising her the fuck of the century since the day we met, and it was right there for the taking. Her pussy was soaked, her eyes begged me to take her hard. Just nine inches sliding in the right spot, and this would all be over. Another client happy, another contract done.
I’d never have to see her again.
And that’s the fucking problem.
I slam the steering wheel in frustration, tires screaming on the road as I pull a U-turn and screech to a stop outside one of my regular bars. I need a drink, and a dirty fuck, and this is the place to find both.
Inside, the bar is dark, and crammed wall-to-wall with hot chicks. That’s more like it. I head for the bar, checking out the scene, but not a single head turns in my direction.
What the fuck?
“Dude, what are you doing here?” My assistant, Maggie, is sitting on a bar-stool, wearing a tight skirt and low-cut top.
“Getting laid,” I growl, gesturing to the bartender. I’m a regular, so he reaches straight for the Jack, passing me a generous measure. I slam it down. Hit me again.
“Then you’re in the wrong place.” Maggie smirks. “Tonight’s ladies night.”