Page 40 of Ensnared
"Enough!" Vaughn's voice cracked like a whip in the tense air.
Simone glared at us both before stomping away, her footsteps echoing as she ascended the stairs. I stood there, trembling, as Vaughn turned to face me. His expression was unreadable in the dim light.
"Are you all right?" he asked, his voice gruff but not unkind.
I nodded, unable to trust my voice. As the adrenaline began to fade, I felt tears prickling at the corners of my eyes.
Vaughn sighed heavily. "You’re getting to her.” He paused, waiting until I met his gaze. "She knows her power will be diminished once my father marries you.”
“It’s my fault. I gave her that power and now I’m taking it back.”
He cupped my chin. “You’re strong, Joey, but my father will break you down and mold you.”
“What about you?”
He brushed his lips against my cheek. “I just want to love you.”
Vaughn’s admission felt like a punch in the gut as he walked away. I wasn’t sure I could survive in the house.
Colson’s tongue slid inside me, skillfully flicking my clit with his fingers. My body quivered as the wave of an orgasm built up, ready to crash, but just as I was about to tumble over the edge, he pulled away. A frustrated whimper escaped my lips, the loss of contact almost painful.
He sat up, towering over me, his gaze dark and intense as it roamed over my naked body. “I want you to play with yourself, Joey. Show me how you make yourself come.”
I stared up at him, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. “I want you to do it,” I whispered, the plea barely audible.
His response was immediate and commanding. He grabbed my hand and guided my fingers down to my swollen nub. “Rub, Joey.”
As he shoved his black lounge pants down, revealing his thick, beautiful erection, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. He started to stroke himself, his gaze locked on my pussy. “Do it and make it last.”
A shiver of both excitement and nervousness ran through me. Slowly, I began to move my fingers, rolling my clit between them, feeling the slickness of my arousal. With my other hand, I slipped two fingers inside myself, my eyes widening at the sensation.
Colson’s breath hitched, and he stroked faster, his eyes darkening with lust. “Fuck yourself,” he commanded, his voice hoarse.
I obeyed, following his instructions, and as I did, he inched closer, his presence overwhelming. “Tell me how it feels,” he croaked, his voice thick with desire.
A low moan escaped my lips as I arched my back, thrusting my breasts toward the ceiling. Colson was so close now, practically on top of me. He knelt between my legs, squeezing his shaft, using his precum to lubricate it as he stroked himself harder.
“It feels so good,” I breathed, my voice trembling with the intensity of the sensations coursing through me. “But it’s better when you do it.” I removed my fingers from inside myself and offered them to him, watching as he bent down and sucked them into his mouth, his eyes never leaving mine.
The head of his cock was now sliding along my mound, tantalizingly close to where I wanted him most. This was theclosest I’d ever been to fucking, and the thought alone was nearly enough to push me over the edge.
He let my fingers go with a pop, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “I want to see you in lingerie for our honeymoon. I want to open you like a present.”
A desperate moan escaped me as he pushed my hand away, using the crown of his dick to rub against me, teasing me, driving me wild with need. “Colson…”
“I could make this so easy, Joey,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive. “You’re soaked, and I would slide in easily.”
I knew better. He’d told me how tight I was, and he was not only thick but long. It would hurt, and despite how turned on I was, I wasn’t ready for that. Not yet.
“No,” I whispered, my voice trembling with both desire and resolve. “Please don’t ask that of me. I want to wait for our wedding, it’s only a month away.”
He nodded, understanding flickering in his eyes. Then he stretched out over me, his body warm and solid, working his hips in rhythm with mine as he sealed his mouth over my lips in a deep, consuming kiss. The sensation was overwhelming, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
I was so close, teetering on the brink, my body tightening with the impending release. Colson’s touch, his kiss, the feel of him so near yet just out of reach—it was all too much, and not enough, all at once. I let go with a loud groan as the head of his shaft battered my swollen clit.
He sucked my nipples, licking my sweat laden flesh before he sat up and vigorously stroked. Seconds later, he splashed my moundand belly with his come, jerking and tugging until he was spent. Colson collapsed on me, and I wrapped my arms around his back.
“Stay with me tonight,” he pleaded. “I have another trip tomorrow and I won’t be back until Sunday.”
