Page 35 of Vaughn

“What do you like?” Her words remind me who she is, as she gets the button undone before pushing the waistband of my jeans and my boxer-briefs down. The buckle clanks so loudly in the room, it’s almost comical. I would laugh if my balls weren’t trying to be sucked into my body after the first two seconds of her not even touching me yet.

Taking my hand, she leads me over to the couch.

When she takes her knees again, before pushing me down on the cushion, I watch as her throat pushes the saliva down. Her throat moves up and down with the motion. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen, and I’m unsure as to why. Her small hand grasps my cock that’s now so hard she can barely wrap her fingers around it. My eyes close as she starts and up and down motion, using her palm to caress the head. “Do you like that?”

The insecurity in her voice breaks my heart. Opening my eyes, I tilt my head forward to watch her, to take all of this in,and hope I never forget a moment of it. I grab hold of her neck, forcing her eyes to meet mine. "Fuck yes."

“Tell me what else you like,” She smiles up at me, over the head of my length, before she opens her mouth and takes me down her throat, using her tongue to bathe me up and down like a fucking popsicle on a hot day.

“That,” I gasp, holding on for dear life. “I like that.”

Words are hard for me to form. It's like I'm getting head for the first time again. Probably because I'm with Val, and everything feels brand new with her. Knowing she's never taken another man's cock down her throat? This is fucking hot.

Reaching forward, I grasp her hair in my fingers again and pull her down fully on my length, grunting when I feel the back of her throat. When I see tears at the edges of her eyelashes, I want to beat my chest, tell everyone I did that.

Reaching down with my free hand, I cup one of her tits through the shirt she’s wearing, using my thumb to worry the hard nub sticking out against the thin material. She moans against my length, almost making me lose it as I feel the vibrations.

With the hand I have wrapped in her long, red, locks, I use my palm to press her down on my length, holding her there while I press up with my hips. After a few times of a clumsy up and down we fall into a rhythm, me pushing and thrusting while she takes it. I worry this isn’t what she wants, but when her eyes open and they meet mine while she’s eating at my cock, I see the desire in those green depths. The way she’s moaning lets me know she’s enjoying it. And in the back of my mind, I tell the little kernel of doubt I have that she wouldn’t be moaning, her nipples wouldn't be hard, and her mouth wouldn’t be so slick if she wasn’t enjoying it. This time when I push down, she takes me even deeper, if that’s possible, and her hand comes up under my body to cup my balls. Her questing fingers is all it takes. I groanloudly, pulling back from her mouth, and come all over the front of the black t-shirt she wears.

Her mouth is wide, lips are red where they’ve been stretched around my length, her eyes are hooded, and her face is flushed with desire. "Did I do a good job?"

"Fuck yes, Val, never doubt that."

The next afternoon, we pull up to Boone's and she puts the truck in park. Glancing over at Val, I give her a smile. "You did a really good job."

She rolls her eyes. "I ran a stop sign."

"Not on purpose, and we didn't get hit."

"You okay with attending a family dinner? I know you have no idea what these things are, but if you walk in there with me, you're going to be mine. I promise."

"I'm already yours." She grabs my hand, before leaning over and kissing my cheek. All I can think of is how that mouth looked wrapped around my cock last night.

"Quit making out in the truck, and come on in." Boone yells from the front porch.

We separate, both of us laughing, and grab what we've brought, before heading inside. When we get to the kitchen, there's loud talking and laughing.

"Oh fuck you. I told you, I've had a serious relationship before." Weston rolls his eyes as he moves his hand in a yapping motion toward Nolan. "Just because you never saw it doesn't mean it didn't happen."

"Then when?" Nolan crosses his arms over his chest. "I'm just telling you, you don't know what it's like to deal with anex-wife. Especially one who doesn't have your daughter's best interest at heart."

"The summer after high school."

Nolan coughs. "You went to South Carolina that summer. You can say whatever you want to about it. None of us were there to vouch for you."

"Ignore these two." Alexis yells over them, looking at Val. "I promise we don't spend the entire time arguing at family dinner."

"Don't worry," she holds my hand tightly. "I'm used to it. I came from a big family. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Yes, if you could start the pasta salad? There's a recipe sitting in front of the bowl, and could y'all get the fuck outta here? Go grill or something." She looks pointedly at the men.

Boone grins before walking over and dropping a kiss onto Alexis' forehead. "I'll get 'em out of your hair. Let's go y'all."

Three hours later, I know I've found my people. They've included me in everything so far, and I've never felt more at home than I do right now. We're sitting in the backyard, around a bonfire, using the cookies I baked earlier as the basis for s'mores. "Thank you for inviting me." I whisper to Vaughn. "I've never had anything like this before."

"I hadn't either. Not until Boone and Abel welcomed me into their home for family dinner."

"Would you shut the fuck up?" Weston glares at Nolan. "I don't know why the fuck you can't let this go."

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