The haze begins to take me over, tension tight in my balls, shuddering the way up my shaft. “Yes!” she screams, desperate for every inch of me. “Oh God, Vaughn, I’m coming, I’m coming!”
She breaks, clenching in epic spasms around my dick, fucking squeezing it to death. The pressure is a goddamn miracle. I come with a roar, crashing over the edge of sanity, unleashing a hot torrent of cum inside her, the clench of her orgasm milking me dry as the world implodes to nothing.
Fuck. Fuck!
I grip her sobbing body tight in my arms, until finally the tidal wave ebbs away. I pull out, tossing the condom over the balcony. My heart is racing like a jackhammer. I can’t believe how fucking good that was.
Keely moves against me, coming back to life. Right now is when I’m usually done with a woman. I got what I came for, shot my load.
End of story.
Instead, I find myself lifting her up and carrying her inside the house. I walk all the way to the bedroom and set her down in the middle of my bed. I strip my jeans off, and turn to undress her, peeling her blouse and skirt from her damp body as she looks up at me in a daze.
Her face is flushed, her pupils dilated. She looks beautiful. Well-fucked, just the way she’s supposed to be.
I feel something clench in my chest. I fight it, hard. A part of me hoped that fucking her would break her hold over me, like once my cock had claimed its satisfaction, she’d be nothing but a wet, used pussy to me like the rest of them: ridden hard and put away wet.
But looking into those big brown eyes, my cock stiffens all over again. I still want her, in every position, every way. I want her tied down to my bedposts, I want her choking on my cock. I want to claim her virgin asshole, and show that pussy a million ways to come.
I’m in deep now, and there’s no going back.
18
KEELY
Oh. My. God.
I lay reeling on Vaughn’s bed as he finishes peeling my clothes off. My head is spinning, my body aches with a deep, sweet pleasure like nothing I’ve ever known.
That was the most amazing, mind-blowing, raw animal sex of my life.
“What changed your mind?”
Vaughn’s voice comes, pulling me out of the afterglow. I lift my head, that’s all I can manage. He’s at the foot of the bed, looking down at me with a hungry stare. To my disbelief, I can see his cock already getting hard.
Again?
I’m sore and aching, I’ve never been taken so roughly in my life. But still, the thought of him burying himself inside me sends a new wave of desire rippling through my body.
“You’ve been pushing me away for weeks,” Vaughn teases. He grips my ankles, yanking my thighs apart and smirking at the view. “Why did you show up here tonight? Couldn’t live without my dick a single minute more?”
He traces his hands up my thighs, and strokes up, across my clit. I gasp at the pained pleasure. “Too soon.” I try to stop him, but he moves my hand aside.
“Your body can handle it,” he tells me with a dark grin. “You don’t know it yet, but you can come a dozen times over, and still be ready for more.”
I fall back on the bed. He strokes again, softer, sliding his fingers around my slick nub until I’m writhing. “So, talk to me,” he insists.
It takes a moment to remember he asked me a question. “Vaughn,” I whimper. “I don’t... I can’t think when you do that.”
“Try harder.”
I take a deep breath, trying desperately to keep it together while he strokes my clit in a dizzying rhythm. “I found out something,” I manage to say. “Something that made me realize, I didn’t want to wait.”
He slides two fingers inside me, and I yelp, arching up against his hand.
“What was it?”
I gasp for air. Vaughn crawls over my body, lowering his mouth to suck on a nipple. I squeak at the sharp pleasure, bucking against his mouth. “Answer me,” he demands, amusement in his eyes. “Remember the rules. You give me everything I want, or I punish you.”
I moan. God, I love it when he punishes me.
As if reading my mind, he takes one tight bud between his teeth and nips hard. Ouch! I shriek. “And I promise you, baby, it won’t be so fun as the last time.”
He nips my nipple again, and I cry out at the delicious pain. “OK, OK, I’m sorry, I’ll tell you everything.”
He sits back, letting me get my head together. His fingers are still stroking between my thighs, sending ripples of pleasure through my body, but he goes slow, waiting for my answer.
I gulp for air, and try to function. “You know that client of mine, Ashcroft?” I ask.
Vaughn’s hand stills. “What about him?” he asks, in a low voice.