Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
“Fucking delicious,” he mutters, going for another lick. Again and again while his head continues moving on its course.
I throw my hands downward, clawing at handfuls of his hair. Deep in the throes of desire, I can’t stop myself from tugging and guiding him closer to my core.
Not that Vaughn needs anymore of an invitation. He looks up at me before he moves to his final destination. Fiery determination burns in his golden eyes, blending incredibly with his own desperation.
His tongue slips out of his lips, and the point strikes against my intimacy. I howl out at the soft, prodding muscle’s touch. He follows with another sharp lashing, but with the third, his mouth engulfs my clit, and my body starts to spasm uncontrollably.
Noises erupt from both of us. Vaughn’s primal in nature, focused on his task of thrusting pleasure into me. Mine, a mixed bag of whimpers, moans, and unnatural noises that no human should ever make. It’s a good thing he’s in a corner apartment. The poor neighbors would be traumatized hearing me.
While his mouth continues to work my sensitive bud, Vaughn hooks an arm under my knee and lets his fingers drift closer. It slithers across my skin, taking its time to reach my hole. A low grunt escapes him as it finds the silky, soaked spot between my legs.
Vaughn mutters something, but between his tongue lapping at me and my own heartbeat in my ears, I can’t make out the words. Not that it matters; I couldn’t answer him if I wanted to, being pushed closer and closer to the edge of release.
His other hand shoots up my body, grabbing my breast in a perfect cup as his thumb grazes my pussy lips. I choke out a noise, and taking that as a cue to go harder, Vaughn rams the digit inside me. A spasm of delight courses through every muscle in me, and I jolt forward, unable to control myself with it all becoming too much to handle.
“Don’t stop, Daddy,” I sputter. “Right there. You’re gonna make me come.”
Vaughn thrusts his thumb in and out while his tongue bashes haphazardly across my clit. My grip tightens in his hair as a tremendous moan echoes through his room.
As I come down from the high of an earth-shattering orgasm, Vaughn slithers his way up my body, trailing kisses against my skin until he comes face to face with me. His cheeks, chin, and lips are still glistening with my liquids, and a deep urge compels me to lean forward and lick myself off him. Vaughn groans when my tongue glides over his lips, but before I can get any further, he slots a hand behind my head and pins me there.
“That was to prove how serious I am,” he says, pecking me on the lips. “You’re mine, Claire. All mine. And I don’t like to share.” His cock flexes with his words, and the tip brushes against my pussy.
I groan as the tip settles into place against my entrance as if magnetized in place. Knowing what it wants and where it wants to go.
“All yours, Daddy. No one else’s,” I whimper.
A wicked grin flashes across Vaughn’s face. He pecks me again, a few times in quick succession. “Good girl.” And with those two little words, Vaughn jostles his hips, and his head breaks through my barrier.
He grumbles and groans while it moves deeper, and his face shows the signs of pure bliss from my tightness squeezing tightly around him.
His first push is slow. Giving us both time to adjust to one another’s bodies and the intense sensations they bring. I can’t speak for Vaughn, but for me, it’s being filled to the brim while excruciating pleasure pulses over every single nerve.
I hook my arms around his shoulders as he drives every inch of himself inside of me. Well, that answers my question. He can fit. It’s just very, very tight.
Every subsequent thrust, movement, and sound shows Vaughn’s inability to stay in control over whatever animal is taking control of him. His moans are replaced by savage growls, his hands move to my waist, latching on to steady himself, and his eyes burn with the fiery glow of a man on a mission.
Before I even realize what’s happening, Vaughn’s plowing into me with hard, vicious thrusts. I dig my nails into his back and claw my way back to his shoulder. I stop on them, holding on for dear life as he pumps an orgasm out of me. My legs stiffen around his sides, and my eyes roll to the back of my head, but cresting over that mountain of bliss drives Vaughn forward in another burst of frantic movements between my legs.
“Ah, fuck.” His voice booms above my head. “I’m gonna come.”
“Yes, Daddy, do it. Come inside my tight little hole,” I sob. “Give it to me. Fill me up—”