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Wardrobe Malfunction(29)

By:Samantha Towle


You’ve got to cut me some slack here. I currently have Vaughn West’s body molded to mine. My libido is throwing a fucking fanfare.

He runs his tongue over my lower lip, making me shiver.

“Delicious. But I bet your pussy tastes even better.”

Holy God. He’s a dirty-talker, and it’s so hot.

“I want you so fucking bad,” he rumbles.

I want you so bad, too.

I make a garbled sound of agreement. It’s all I can manage at the moment.

“Charly, are you with me?” He rests his forehead to mine, eyes watching me.

“I’m with you,” I pant, breathless.

“Good.” A sexy-as-hell smile slides onto his face. “Because I’m about to fuck you into oblivion.”

Oh, sweet Jesus, yes.

He carries me over to the bed and deposits me onto it. He kicks off his shoes and lies over me. He kisses me again, and I spread my legs, making room for him. He pushes up against me, making me moan.

He pulls back and thrusts against me. My head tips back, pressing into the bed. His lips find my neck, kissing me, his tongue trailing over my skin.

“You smell good. What is that? Raspberries and…”

“Vanilla,” I pant. “Raspberry shampoo. Vanilla body wash.”

“Mmm. I like it.” He moves down my body, giving a kiss to the valley of my breasts and then one on the skin of my stomach where my tank has ridden up.

On his knees, he puts his hands on my thighs. Then, he puts his face between my legs and inhales, making me squirm. “But you smell even better here.”

Holy God.

He runs his nose up and down the seam of my boy shorts before pressing it against my clit, making me gasp with need.

“You like that?”

“God, yes.” I slide my fingers into his hair, gripping the strands. My legs are shifting restlessly on the bed. I need him to touch me.

He climbs up my body and kisses me, deep and hard. He pulls back and looks into my eyes.

I know I must look wild-eyed and wanton. I’m so turned on, it’s not even funny.

“You’re so fucking hot, Pins.”

He touches his thumb to my mouth, rubbing it over my lips. I catch hold of it with my teeth. Then, I suck it into my mouth, not breaking eye contact with him. His eyes flare with lust, and I see the exact moment when his patience snaps.

“I need to taste you. Now.”

He’s moving back down my body, and I’m shivering with need.

He gets to his knees, fingers hooking into my shorts and panties. I lift my ass, and he pulls them off together. Then, I move my legs, so he can get them off. He tosses them aside and stares down at me.

He looks like a god up there. An impossibly beautiful god that no woman could ever deserve.

And he’s about to go down on me.

Whatever I did in a former life or this one to deserve this, thank you, Jesus. Thank you!

I’m also thanking the heavens that I shaved yesterday, leaving a little landing strip, and showered before getting ready for bed.

But what if Vaughn likes his women completely bare down there?

“I haven’t seen this in a long time.”

My vagina? When has he seen it previously?

He runs his finger over the little bit of hair on my folds.

Oh.

“You don’t like?” I ask, feeling a little self-conscious.

That vanishes when his eyes meet mine. The desire in them is evident, and it makes my belly clench tight.

“Oh, I like it all right. I like it a lot. It’s good to see a real woman for once.”

I have no idea what that means, but he likes it. I lose all train of thought when he goes down, parting me with his fingers and running his tongue up my pussy to my clit.

“Ohmigod!” My legs try to come up, but he holds my thighs down with his hands, and then his tongue goes to town on me.

He’s licking my clit, fucking me with his tongue, and it’s amazing. Otherworldly. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

My hands are curled into the bedsheet, my toes digging into the mattress.

It’s been so long since I came at the hands—well, in this case, at the mouth of a man. And this is Vaughn West in between my legs. The chances of me not coming in less than thirty seconds will be a fucking miracle.

“Oh, Jesus…Vaughn…that’s so good. God, don’t stop. I’m so close…so close…fuuck!”

And I come like a rocket shooting off into space. And then I come some more, his tongue relentlessly licking me, wringing me dry, until I sag into the bed, spent.

He promised oblivion. Oblivion, he gave.

I’m dying. And I’m dying a happy girl.

Vaughn kisses his way up my body, his hand pushing up my tank. I feel his mouth come down and suck around my nipple.

“Mmm,” I moan, sliding my fingers into his hair, opening my eyes.