Page 49 of Should Have Been Me

“Never again.” His words were a solemn oath. “It won’t happen ever again. Hurting you nearly fucking destroyed me. I couldn’t stand to see the look in your eyes, and knowing I put it there was a torture I’ve never experienced.”

“Vaughn,” I breathed, that pressure inside my core building and building, reaching new heights I’d never felt. “I’m so close.”

“Not yet, baby. Not until I taste you. Do me a favor and lift up your skirt.”

As hard as it was, I released my grip on his hair and did as he asked, grabbing the hem of my skirt and giving a little shimmy as I pulled it up until it bunched around my waist.

“Christ, you’re so pretty,” he said worshipfully, his eyes darting all over, like he was trying to take every inch of me in before finally settling on where he was continuing to fuck me with those magic fingers of his. “One of the many regrets I have from last night was that I didn’t get to taste you. I don’t plan on making that same mistake twice.”

He didn’t make me wait another second, burying his face between my thighs and feasting from me like I was his favorite meal. I tangled one hand in his hair while I used the other to cover my mouth, desperately trying to keep quiet as his mouth did the most sinful things to me.

His tongue swiped through my slit, lapping up my arousal before spearing into me. “Jesus, you taste better than anything I’ve ever had. Pure sunshine and honey.” He sucked my clit into his mouth, causing me to dig my nails into his scalp. “I’m already addicted.”

“Vaughn, I?—”

His fingers returned, stroking at my G-spot as he continued teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue. “I know, baby. I can feel you. Give it to me. I want to swallow down every single drop.”

On that order, he drove his fingers deep and scraped his teeth over that swollen bundle of nerves, shoving me over the edge into oblivion. He stayed with me through every second of my orgasm, coaxing every last tremor out of me as I struggled to keep my screams locked in my throat.

Before I came back down, he shot to his full height, gripping me under my arms and forcing me to my feet. I barely had a chance to wobble before he palmed the cheeks of my ass and lifted me up, depositing me on the edge of my desk.

“Please, God, Jolie. Tell me I can have you,” he panted, reaching down and gripping himself through the material of his slacks. My gaze followed his hand, flaring wide at the sight of his enormous erection straining against the fabric. He was so thick. So ready. “It physically hurts, how badly I want you.”

“Do it,” I panted on a whisper. “I want to feel you inside me.”

A growl worked its way past his lips, making me shiver. “Take your panties off,” he ordered as his hands worked to unbuckle his belt. “I want to see that beautiful cunt.”

I wriggled free of my underwear, barely getting them over my ankles before he snatched them up and balled them in his fist, shoving them into his pocket. He undid the button of his slacks and lowered the zipper. I couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of his hard cock as he pulled it out of his pants, gripping it tighter than I would have dared and giving it a stroke.

“Fuck,” he hissed, squeezing his eyes closed and lowering his forehead to mine, letting out a groan of agony.

“What?” I breathed. “What’s wrong?”

“No condom,” he grunted. “I-I didn’t plan on this happening. It isn’t why I came here.”

He came to get me back, to make up for last night. Knowledge of that created a warmth deep in my chest that spread through the rest of my body like a rock chip spidering out and taking over a windshield.

“I’m on the pill,” I admitted, knowing in that very moment that there was nothing I wanted more than to feel this man inside me with nothing between us. “And I’m clean, I promise. I just went to the doctor a few months ago, and there hasn’t been anyone...”

The black of Vaughn’s pupils swallowed up all that beautiful color I loved so much. “You sure, baby? I’m clean. I would never?—”

I silenced him with a kiss. “I know. I-I trust you.”

His chest expanded on a deep inhale, his eyes falling closed, his expression melting like I’d just given him a gift he would covet for the rest of his life. When they opened again, they bored into me like he was trying to see all the way down to my soul.

He brought a hand up and locked it around the side of my neck while his forehead stayed pressed against mine, locking me to him. “I want you to watch,” Vaughn rasped as he fisted his shaft in his other hand. “Watch as I take you. Don’t look away.”

My breath hitched, but I did as he said, lowering my gaze to where he’d notched the head of his cock with my entrance. My skin was flushed and puffy with my need for him, my arousal making the skin glisten as he slowly worked his hips forward, sliding a single inch inside me. Just that one inch felt better than anything else. I sucked in a gasp, fighting against my body’s desire to close my eyes and lean back, basking in the feel of him filling me. But I kept my gaze riveted on where we were connected, refusing to look away.

Vaughn pulled out, his cock slick and shining with my body’s response to him before slipping forward again, going even deeper. I was riveted. We both were. It was impossible to look away as that fat, beautiful cock owned me.

“Oh God,” I whimpered, my chest shaking, my muscles starting to spasm as that pressure in my core built up again.

“That’s right, Jolie. Look how your perfect pussy takes me. Look at how it stretches. Like it was made just for me.”

He pushed those last few inches inside, finally bottoming out, and it was so good I couldn’t hold my head up any longer. Bracing my hands behind me on the desk, I dragged my tongue across my bottom lip as I met Vaughn’s glassy gaze. “I need you to fuck me,” I whispered, my voice pleading. “I can’t take anymore. Please fuck me.”

My request flipped a switch inside him and the wild animal I’d experienced the night before came charging forward. Thank God!

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