Page 68 of Scarred Souls

I nodded frantically, my wrists tugging at the restraint involuntarily. Vaughn had been wise to tie me up. I’d have my hands all over him in a heartbeat if they were free.

“I need to hear it.” He pulled the panties from my mouth and shoved them into the pocket of his jeans. “Tell me what this greedy pussy needs.” His fingers continued teasing me, so close to where I needed them but without sinking inside.

“I need to come.” And I wasn’t too shy to ask for it.

“You can do better than that,” he teased.

“Please, Vaughn. I need to come.” The words came out breathy as I panted.

My legs quivered when Vaughn returned the bullet to my clit. “Since you begged so nicely.” He plunged one finger inside me, and on the next stroke, he added a second.

“You’re close, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“You should see how good your pussy looks. So hot and wet around my fingers. You’re practically dripping for me.”

I was vaguely aware of the wild look in his eyes as he watched his hand work me, but I was too consumed by my own euphoria to pay much attention.

But, oh my God, if he curled his fingers like that again, I was going to?—

I cried out when my release crashed through me with the crushing force of a tidal wave.

Before I could tell Vaughn the bullet was too much sensation, he switched it off and tossed it aside but continued thrusting his fingers inside me while I rode out my orgasm. Then his other hand came to my hip, squeezing the flesh and holding my writhing body in place.

“Look at you coming all over my hand.” His deep voice had never sounded sexier. “Such a good fucking girl.”

I’d made myself come hundreds of times before. It’d never felt as incredible as this.

Vaughn withdrew his glistening fingers and, while holding my gaze, slid them into his mouth and sucked them clean.

He made a satisfied groan in the back of his throat. “Knew you’d taste perfect.”

I blinked slowly and closed my mouth before my jaw dropped any lower.

I could hardly believe this had finally happened. Vaughn was the first man to give me an orgasm, and it was amazing.

I grinned, still tingling with a whole-body bliss. “Can we do that again?”

He pressed his lips together. “You need to sleep.”

That wasn’t a no.

I blew a stray lock of hair from my face. “Sleep is overrated.”

“You won’t think that tomorrow.”

Vaughn unbuckled his belt and took a moment to inspect the bands of reddened skin where I’d tugged against the restraint. He frowned with disapproval as he rubbed my wrists, which I thought was a curious reaction given he’d threatened to tan my ass not long ago.

“That was phenomenal,” I said, still catching my breath.

His only response was a grunt. Strange. He’d seemed to enjoy what had just happened, but now, his attitude had flipped. Why wouldn’t he look at me?

Vaughn snatched up my sleep shorts and flung them at me as though my seminakedness were scandalous.

“What about you?” I slipped into my shorts. “You look like you’re about to burst through your zipper. I could take care of it for you.”

Not that I had any practical experience in that department, but I knew enough to fumble my way through, and I figured Vaughn would tell me what he liked.

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