Page 88 of Auctioned to the Convicts
“Put it on her,” Vaughn ordered.
Sersie raised a brow, but approached and slipped the chain over her head. Her hand reached out and caught his cock as the pendant fell to her chest. His fingers moved from the chain to her lips, tracing her lower lip.
Vaughn angled himself forward, striking the perfect spot. Hannah’s hand gripped Sersie tighter as his finger slipped into her mouth. She sucked on him hard, wishing she could lower her mouth to suck on more of him.
“Fuck, Hannah,” Sersie said as his other hand went to his cock, laying it overtop hers.
“You haven’t had her yet, have you, Sersie?”
“No,” Sersie said with such longing in his eyes.
“Remove her dress,” Vaughn ordered. “I want to see the necklace on her.”
Even if she wanted to object, she was too lost in the fire moving through her. Sersie pulled her hands above her head, along with her dress as Vaughn unhooked her bra from behind and peeled it from her.
Vaughn had left her totally nude, ensuring Sersie saw everything now. Sersie’s eyes locked onto Vaugh’s cock disappearing into her pussy, leaving nothing to the man’s imagination.
“He wants to fuck you, Hannah,” Vaughn said as he reached forward and pinched her clit, making her arch her back, and fall back against Vaughn. Her bared breasts bounced as Vaughn thrust into her from below. “Should I let him?”
“Yes,” she said, hazily wondering what Vaughn really wanted. He didn’t need her permission; Vaughn would do as he wanted. It was the solitary in him, the loner, the man who kept everyone at a distance.
Sersie ran a hand over one breast and circled the hard peak. She wanted him to hold her, tease her, squeeze her nipple as Vaughn fucked her. She licked her lips. What were these men doing to her?
“Did you ask permission to touch, Sersie?” Vaughn asked, his voice rather stern, but not threatening.
“Vaughn—” she began, but he pinched her clit harder this time, making her voice disappear and her pussy squeeze his cock.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he said nipping at her neck, forgetting Sersie, whose hand cupped a breast more boldly now, rolling her nipple.
Before she could stop herself, she was bucking on and off Vaughn’s cock with no consideration to Sersie.
Except Sersie was fully fisting himself now.
“I want to suck you so bad,” she said as her eyes met Sersie.
“Can’t touch you yet,” Sersie said, dragging his hand down her jaw. “Vaughn’s still in you.”
“You need to earn–” Vaughn thrust particularly hard. “So fucking good. . ..”
She reached out to touch Sersie, but Vaughn caught her hand and placed it on the table in front of them as he rose, shoving the chair behind him. Her feet found the floor. Vaughn thrust hard and deep, making her entire body seize up with an orgasm so powerful the only thing holding her up was the table and Vaughn’s hands on her hips.
Vaughn pulled out at that moment and shot his cum onto her back as another moan sounded nearby. Sersie.
She turned her head, to catch the glorious sight of Sersie finishing off, his hand gliding down his length, his eyes on her the entire time.
Vaughn peppered kisses down her back. Between his body trapping her against the table and Sersie’s eyes holding her, she couldn’t move.
“You can’t take your fucking eyes off of her, Sersie, can you?” Vaughn said, in a deep voice that made her feel safe. “You want to touch her, to be inside her?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“Earn it. Earn her trust. Earn my trust. Stay clean. I’m not going to risk her because you can’t get your shit together.”
Vaughn collapsed back into the chair, pulling her back with him. Except for the necklace hanging between her breasts, she was completely nude and fully on display for Sersie. Vaughn was using her to taunt or maybe tempt Sersie. Was he trying to drive the man to Flight or motivate him to stay clean, as his words suggested?
Vaughn lifted her arms to hook behind his neck. “Don’t move,” he whispered in her ear as his hand ran the length of her before pinching a nipple, hard and making her jump. Vaughn used that distraction to hook his legs around hers and pull them apart, spreading her.
Sersie’s eyes traveled to Vaughn’s finger as he ran it through her slit. Sersie was hard again.
