Page 47 of Hunted Temptation
“No, but I could tell that you were uncomfortable.”
“I was,” I exhale. “I’m so sorry.”
Vaughn’s lips twitch into a smirk. “Don’t be sorry. It’s me who should be. That was a lot of people, and I didn’t think about it.”
VAUGHN
Standing up from my chair,I walk toward her. She stays where she is, her eyes focused on mine, her lips pressedtogether, and her eyes wide. I close the distance between us and stop when I’m directly in front of her.
Reaching out, I extend my index finger, touching beneath her chin and gently guiding her head back slightly. She smiles up at me. The sweetness of her expression goes straight to my fucking dick.
I bite my bottom lip and tug on the skin as I reach out with my free hand and extend my palm toward her. She slips her fingers into my hand before she stands up.
Dipping my chin, I touch my lips to hers. She tastes like her lunch and sunshine all at the same time. I don’t know what the fuck sunshine tastes like, but I can only guess it’s Elodie in this moment.
“I want to taste you and fuck you. I’m not sure how much longer I can wait for you, Goldie.”
“Please,” she whimpers as her body trembles.
I grin at her whimper. I don’t know if I can make it to my office before I taste her, but I am going to try, because I want her on my desk, spread out like the fucking treasure she is.
Taking a step backward, I turn before I tug her behind me and quickly make my way toward my small office. Thankfully, no one is loitering around the hallway to look at my gigantic boner as I move toward the privacy of my office.
I reach for the handle and push the door open, pulling on Elodie’s arm until she’s in the room. Kicking the door closed behind her, I don’t bother locking it as I bring her around to my desk.
I grip her waist, my fingers digging into her skin through her shirt, then pick her up, placing her ass on the hard surface. I don’t bother moving any paperwork on the wooden desktop. I hope her wetness covers everything, soaks my entire fucking desk.
Sinking down onto the cushion of my chair, I reach for her waist and gently tug her pants off. I watch as she curls her fingers around the edge of the desk and lifts her hips, giving me enough room to shimmy her pants and panties down her legs, tossing them to the floor after taking her shoes off.
Encircling her ankles with my fingers, I look up into her eyes. Her chin is dipped, her gaze is on me, and she watches me for a silent moment. Her breathing is coming out in short and heavy pants. It’s sexy as fuck.
“Vaughn,” she exhales shakily.
Again… straight to my dick.
Gently gliding my fingers up the insides of her thighs, I spread them, exposing her sweet center to me.Mysweet center. I lean forward and suck on her there. A gasp fills the air around us, as if she didn’t expect me to do that.
I feel her fingers slide through the strands of my hair, then she grips them, pulling my face closer to her pussy. Silently begging me to continue eating her. I want nothing more than to devour every single inch of her cunt.
But before that…
I lift my head and rear back slightly, my eyes finding hers. My lips are wet from her juicy cunt. I don’t bother wiping it away. I want her to see just how fucking much she wants me. And she does. Down to the marrow of her bones, she wants me… craves me.
It’s misplaced, I’m sure.
I saved her from a life where she was sold to the highest bidder, sold so her father could gain access to whatever the fuck he wanted access to. But she wasn’t just sold. She was abused by the one man who was supposed to protect her from the moment she was born to the moment she died.
He failed.
Not only in that, but her, too.
And I won’t fail her, at least not in that way. I will always protect her. She knows this, and that’s what makes her want me, need me, crave me. And I’m just selfish enough, just fucked up enough, to love that shit.
“Put your heels on the desk, Elodie, and scoot your ass to the edge. Bring me that pussy.”
Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t say anything. She does exactly what I demand and places her heels on the top of the desk as she shifts her body toward me, her ass on the edge just like I want.
As much as I want to call her a good girl for following my direction, I decide, given our age difference, that it might sound a little creepy. But I also want her to know that I appreciate her doing what I ask.
