Page 42 of Should Have Been Me

Bending forward, I traced the shell of her ear with my tongue before warning, “Hold on, baby. This is going to be hard and fast. I need you so bad.”

Lining the head of my shaft up with her opening, I gripped both her hips in my hands and drove in on one quick, brutal thrust that made us both cry out. The moment I bottomed out, her walls clamped down like the hottest, silkiest glove. She fit me even more perfectly than I could have expected.

“Okay?” I asked, trailing my hand up her spine. I wanted to rail into her with every ounce of strength I had, but the need to make sure she was okay overrode everything else. I couldn’t hurt her. I couldn’t. It would torture me for the rest of my miserable life if I did something that caused her pain.

“So good,” she whimpered, rising up on the tips of her toes and pushing herself back to get more. Fucking perfect for me. “So full.”

“Can you still take it rough? You’re so tight, and I’m not exactly small.”

“You’re huge.” The breathy moan and the words she said were fucking great for my ego. “But I want it all. Keep going. Fuck me as hard as you can.”

It was like a gun went off at the starting line, and I took off, pulling nearly all the way out and powering back in. It felt so good I shouted into the night air, unable to help myself as Jolie’s sobs of pleasure started coming faster, with each drive of my hips. The noises she made mingled with the sound of bare flesh slapping together as I fucked her with everything I had, a sweat breaking out across my forehead and trickling down my spine.

It had never been this good before, and I knew with an absolute certainty that I felt all the way down in my bones that it would never be this good with anyone else. I hadn’t even come yet and she’d already ruined me for all other women.

If I were being honest, she’d ruined me the moment I climbed out of my car, covered in coffee and itching for a fight, and that scared the living hell out of me. But I couldn’t make myself stop. My self-control had turned to dust.

With each forward plunge of my hips, she drove herself back, forcing me deeper, harder. But it wasn’t enough. I still couldn’t seem to get deep enough. I needed to dig myself beneath this woman’s skin. I needed to make her as crazy as she made me. Her eager little moans drove me on, making it impossible to slow down.

Her neck gave out and her head fell forward, giving me a view of the way her fingers were digging into the stone column, and I couldn’t stand the sight of it. It looked like it hurt, and I couldn’t stand for that. Reaching around her front, I palmed her breast and pulled her up, drawing her back against my chest as I poured everything I had into fucking her so good she’d never forget me.

“Oh God!” she cried, clenching her teeth to trap the scream that worked up her throat. The new angle took me even deeper, made her pussy ripple and pulse around me.

My balls drew up tight to my body, the throb in them growing worse by the second. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out, but there was no way I was coming before her.

“Get there, baby. Please, I need you to get there.”

“I-I’m so close. Harder.”

Christ, I felt like a jackhammer pounding into her. I was actually worried I was doing damage to both our molars with how hard I was drilling into her, but if it was what she wanted, who was I to deny her?

I picked up the pace and tugged at her nipple, and that was enough to send a fresh wave of arousal through her, making her even wetter. She coated my cock so beautifully that I wished we were in front of a mirror so I could see the effect of what I did to her.

I pulled her skirt up higher, finding her swollen clit and began rubbing circles.

“Yes, Vaughn. Yes. I’m so close.”

“Tell me, beautiful,” I rasped into her ear, begging, as I silently chanted don’t come, don’t come, don’t come in my head. “Tell me what else you need to get there.”

“I want you to . . . b-bite me. Please?”

That quiet, uncertain please did it. How she said it like she wasn’t sure if that was something normal to ask for, to want, made me determined to give it to her. So I did. My teeth sank into that cord that stretched from her neck to her shoulder, and just like that, she went off.

I probably should have covered her mouth to muffle her scream, but I wanted to hear it. I wanted to experience every single part of driving this woman over the edge. She came and came, rippling around me and squeezing so tight I didn’t have any choice but to blow. My balls emptied on a blissfully agonized shout as I buried my face in Jolie’s neck and inhaled her sunny scent—now mixed with hot, dirty sex.

We both collapsed forward, but before she could faceplant into that pillar, I wrapped my arm around her waist and kept her flush against me as I braced my other hand on the column, using what little strength I had left to hold us both up.

It felt like it took a lifetime for me to finally come back down to earth. My hearing returned first, our rapid breaths mingling with the sounds of the night: crickets and an owl hooting somewhere in the distance.

I’d lost all control and had just fucked Jolie brutally right out in the open for anyone to see. Last I knew, all the houses surrounding mine had been empty, but that had been days ago. What if someone had come up for a long weekend or something?

I’d lost myself completely in this woman, too consumed with her to think about anything else.

My dick slipped out of Jolie as I took a step back, yanking my pants up and tucking myself away before scrubbing my hands over my face.

“Vaughn?”

I hated the uncertainty in Jolie’s voice more than I hated the loss of control I’d experienced with her. I turned around to face her, seeing that she’s pulled her top up to cover herself and righted her skirt. I wanted to wipe the worry off her beautiful face. But I was back to that same bumbling, fuck-it-all-up-and-burn-it-down Vaughn that I’d been when we first pulled into the driveway. Once again, I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. Other than ruining everything.

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