Page 41 of Should Have Been Me

Taking her chin between my fingers, I brought her face back to mine, staring into her eyes as I asked, “Did I hurt you?”

“N-no,” she breathed, shaking her head frantically. “More.”

I bent my knees on a growl, fitting myself perfectly between her thighs and driving my hips upward, rocking against her hard. Her ankles locked against the small of my back, her head falling back on a moan as her fingernails dug into my shoulders.

“You like that?” I grunted, the heat from her cunt coming through the layers of her clothing and making me impossibly harder. “Does it feel good when I drag my cock across your pussy, Jolie?”

“So good, Vaughn. So good.”

Hearing her say my name in that low, throaty tone that dripped with sex undid me. In that moment I knew there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t give her. My cock, my house. Hell, if she asked, I’d sign over every single dime in my bank account. That was how deep she’d burrowed beneath my skin. It was a terrifying realization, but I was too far gone to care.

Her hips began to circle, sliding her sopping wet center against my bare dick. Reaching up, I grabbed hold of the neckline of her top and yanked it down, exposing her breasts to the cool night air. Her nipples were a dusky pink, puckered so tightly they looked painful. “Please, please, Vaughn.”

My mouth watered at the sight of her tits and the sound of her desperation. “Please what, Jolie?”

“Please,” she pleaded. “I need . . .”

“You need me to suck on these perfect tits? Is that what you need? For me to lick and suck and bite these nipples until your pussy is so soaked for me I can slide my fat cock inside without hurting you?”

“Yes.”

I did exactly that, leaning forward and sealing my mouth around one nipple and pulling hard as my hips continued to pump up against her. The needy sounds pouring from her mouth grew louder and more frantic as I sucked those turgid peaks over and over, scraping them with my teeth as she rode me through her clothes.

Her hands grasped my hair and yanked my face up to hers. “Need you,” she gasped against my lips, her pupils blown and her eyes unseeing. She was high on her craving. Good. Maybe now she would understand what I had been feeling for weeks. “Need you so bad, Vaughn.”

I couldn’t possibly go another second without feeling her hot, snug channel wrap around me. I wasn’t sure I’d survive if I couldn’t have her. “Can I be rough with you?” The words spilled out of my mouth before I could think, but I couldn’t bring myself to regret them. “Give you whatever you want, baby. Any way you want it, I swear, but I’m losing my goddamn mind.”

“God yes,” she cried out, her head thrashing from side to side. “Be rough, please. I want to feel you tomorrow, and the next day.”

Something primal roared to life inside me. “Tell me you trust me. That you know I would rather cut my own arm off than hurt you.”

My words seemed to sober her a bit. She blinked, bringing her gaze back into focus. “O-of course I know that.” Her hand came up to cup my cheek and I couldn’t help but lean into her touch. “I trust you, Vaughn. I know you would never hurt me.”

My head fell into the crook of her neck, the relief at having her trust flaying me wide open. Jolie’s lips brushed the shell of my ear, the warm puffs of her breath sliding down the collar of my shirt and tickling my neck. “But I want you to fuck me like I’m your worst enemy. I need it.”

I grabbed her by the backs of her knees on a vicious snarl, dropping her feet back on the ground before taking her by the waist and spinning her around so fast it had to have made her dizzy.

“Hands on the column,” I gritted out, digging my fingers into her hips and yanking them back so she was forced to bend at the waist and brace her palms on the rough stone. My pulse beat frantically at seeing her stretched out and ready for me, my heart pounding in my ears. One single word echoed in my head. Mine, mine, mine. Over and over until it matched the rapid pace of my heart.

Sliding my hands down the backs of her thighs, I grabbed the hem of her skirt and yanked it up over her ass, bunching it around her waist. I let out a string of curses at the sight before me. Pure, perfection.

“Jesus, what is this?” I asked, running the tip of my index finger beneath the material that cut high on her hip and trailing it down where it dipped between the round cheeks of her delectable ass. It was a thong, but they weren’t panties. More like a bathing suit with how it connected to her top.

“B-body suit,” she stuttered as I dragged the tip of my finger through her cheeks and lower, sliding it through her hot, wet slit. “I-it, um... it unsnaps.”

I could see that from my perfect vantage point. “No panties underneath either?” I tsked. “You’re secretly naughty, aren’t you?”

“I—I think I might be.” She just kept getting more and more perfect.

Lifting my hand, I pulled in a breath as deep as I possibly could before bringing it back down against her ass cheek with a resounding slap. Her gasp cracked through the air like a gunshot, her wide eyes meeting mine when she jerked her head around to look over her shoulder at me. “That okay?” I asked, palming the spot I’d just slapped in slow, soothing circles.

Her tongue came out to wet her lips. “Y-yes. Again.”

I spanked her again, this time on the other side. Her creamy skin bloomed red with my hand prints, and the sight of them was like waving a cape in front of a bull. I spanked her two more times, each one a little harder than the last, but not nearly hard enough to hurt her. By the time I finished, beads of precum were dripping from the tip of my cock, and when I cupped her sex, I felt how drenched that little spanking had made her.

I couldn’t take it for one more fucking second. I had to be inside her. My need for her was so bad I couldn’t remember how the hell I’d existed before meeting her. I quickly unsnapped her bodysuit, revealing her pussy to me for the first time, and it was just as beautiful as I knew it would be, all pink and wet and puffy, practically begging me to fuck it better than any other man had before.

The thought of another man having been there before me made me growl as I yanked my wallet from my back pocket and ripped out the condom I had inside. I tore it open with my teeth, my desperation for Jolie causing my hands to shake to the point I almost fumbled the ring of latex before I finally managed to slide it into place.

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