Page 92 of Scarred Souls

I rose onto tiptoes, struggling to accommodate him. Anything I’d done to myself using toys didn’t remotely compare to being taken from behind by a powerful six-foot-something beast of a man. Not that the tightness I was experiencing could be described as pain. I just felt full. Really full.

“You’ve got five seconds to get used to that before I give you more.”

My brows shot up. “There’s more?”

He glanced down at where we were joined. “I’m about halfway home, if it makes you feel any better.”

That information absolutely did not make me feel any better.

Halfway? Where was it going to go? My lungs?

“Breathe, Gatita. Stop trying to choke my cock with your pussy.”

“I can’t help it. My coochie’s gone into self-preservation mode.”

He smirked. “You know how to boost a man’s ego.”

“That wasn’t a compliment.”

“If you say so. Five seconds are up.” Vaughn reared back and drove in again. This time, he didn’t let up. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, his fingers found my clit, and while he played with me, the tension left my body. “That’s it. Relax and let me in.”

The next time he pushed inside, it felt different. Any discomfort vanished, and in its place, a delicious, warm pressure built. At the first stirrings of an orgasm, I made a strained noise.

Buried deep inside me, Vaughn must’ve mistaken it for pain, because he paused. “You okay?”

“Better than okay.” His sudden concern made my chest tighten. “You’re being nice. I thought you said this wouldn’t be sweet?”

“Not being sweet. Just looking after my girl.”

I chose not to point out that that was the very definition of sweet, because I didn’t want Vaughn to overthink it. I couldn’t overthink it, either. Vaughn’s tender side completely undid me.

He leaned over and tilted my chin toward him. “Give me that mouth.”

Our lips met, and Vaughn’s tongue found mine in a claiming kiss, exhibiting none of the gentleness of his earlier words.

When we broke apart, I asked, “I’m your girl?”

He continued pounding into me. “You know what kind of man I am. There are no gray areas with me. This pussy is mine. You’re mine. No more telling people I’m your cousin, and no more flirting with guys to piss me off. You’ve let the beast out of its cage, and now you have to deal with the consequences. So you better remember that I. Don’t. Share.” Vaughn punctuated each word with a forceful thrust, leaving me boneless. “Now tilt your ass up and grip the counter, because I’m done going easy on you.”

What?

“That was you going easy on me?”

He slapped the side of my ass, and the loud clap echoed through the tiled bathroom.

I shrieked. “What was that for?”

“For not doing as you’re told.” He struck the other side, and I squealed again. “And that’s for talking back.”

“Talking back? I?—”

He landed another searing slap over the first one, and I squirmed. “Keep it up, woman. I could do this all day.”

Vaughn soothed the sting from my rump with his palms. It felt…really nice, and the embarrassing moan I made might’ve given that away. Just so there was no confusion, I aimed a death stare at him through the mirror.

“Don’t play coy with me. You liked that, didn’t you?”

I gritted my teeth. “I’m not going to dignify that with an answer.”

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