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Others have tried and it made me uncomfortable, but for Vaughn I want to be spread out like his last meal. My head is heavy as I watch him. His dark, tanned, skin against mine. Mine has never seen the sun, I've never showed it off to anyone, and here I am ready to let him have his fill. Fingers, completely sure of themselves, reach up to the lace edge of the material and pull it down, exposing my stiff nipple to his gaze.

"Mmmm." He groans, before leaning forward, capturing it with his teeth.

"Oh my god..." I gasp, feeling the bite in between my thighs.

"You're god isn't going to help you now, baby." He promises.

Tilting my head back, I inhale deeply, on a sob, closing my eyes so I don't have to think about how I look. I'm panting as if I've run a marathon, gripping at his flesh like he can save me from sinking into this all-consuming wave of passion. His tongue soothes the burn and I let out a broken cry, rotating my hips toward his, needing this ache to go away. "Please, Vaughn." I beg. "I don't know what I need, but..."

He stands up, abs flexing, before walking me over to the bed. "I know exactly what you need."

I nod, watching with wide eyes as he gets rid of the shorts covering the bottom half of my body. I'm tempted to cover myself, because that's what I've always been taught, but the pressure he exerts on my thighs won't let them close.

"Let me see." He whispers, going down on his knees in front of me.

Part of me wants to watch, the other part is too embarrassed, so I close my eyes, grip the sheet, and give myself over to the feelings he's evoking, allowing myself the pleasure. He drops a kiss right above the edge of my panties, and my body jerks as if he's burned me.

"Relax." He breathes, those hot puffs caressing my bare skin.

I break out in goosebumps and wonder just how many times I'm going to have to pray to get myself into Heaven after this.

He laughs. "Honey, I'm gonna take you to Heaven."

I must have spoken out loud. I believe him more than I've ever believed anyone. His fingers push around the panel of my panties, and with sure strokes, he rubs on the outside before parting my lips. "Oh my god, Vaughn."

"Jesus, you're fuckin' wet. This feel good?" He pushes himself slightly up the bed so that his face is even with my breast.

"So good." I loll my head back and forth. "I don't know what to do."

"I got you, don't worry."

Those fingers of his sneak between the lips, one of them goes to the top of my womanhood, another slips slightly inside as his mouth captures my nipple again. I almost come off the bed as the sensations assault my body. My mouth opens again, as I try to suck in air, a cry rents our small space as the anticipation builds in between my legs.

He pulls back from my nipple. "Can you take another one?"

I don't know what he means, but when he pushes another finger inside me, I groan loudly, voice deeper than I've ever heard it. Planting my feet on the bed, I thrust up to meet his intrusion.

"Fuck yeah, Val. You were made for this baby. Those wide hips, plump lips, big nipples, and handful of tits. If I've ever seen anyone made for fucking, it's you." He grunts, before taking mynipple back in his mouth, twirling his tongue around it as if it's some sort of sucker.

He increases his speed, and that's when I start making noises I've never heard before, thrusting in tiny increments to help him. Turning my face away from him, because I don't know how these noises are coming out of me, I don't know what that noise is when he moves his fingers at my private parts, and the way he moans as he's sucking on my nipples seems so intimate. Like it should be happening to someone who isn't me. "Vaughn." I sob. "I don't..."

"Let it happen." He soothes. "Let it happen. You're gonna love it. You're gonna crave it, and this is what the two of us are gonna do together. You were made for me, Val. Let it fuckin' go."

The tightening between my legs sucks the breath out of me and then I'm flying, screaming with relief. I hurry to put my hand over my mouth. Scared that someone heard me, that they know what we're doing in here. He grabs my wrist and rips it away.

"Let me fucking hear you. Let me know I've given you this pleasure, Val. No one else."

My body lazily continues moving against him. My eyes open, and I come back to myself, blinking to focus. My throat hurts, and when I look down, my nipples are slick and puckered, my panties are pushed to the side, and there are goosebumps all over my body. I'm sensitive to the touch, but when I look over at Vaughn, I'm hot again.

His sweatpants are doing nothing to hide his excitement. He's hard and tenting his clothing, lewdly. "Does it hurt?" I ask softly.

"Yeah." He grimaces. "But I can take care of it." My gaze follows his hand as he grips the tent.

"Can I watch?"

His eyes widen. "Do you even know what happens?" He licks his dry lips.

"No." I shake my head. "But I want to know. I want you to show me."

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