Page 89 of Rebel Obsession

Video me spread her legs like a good girl.

Beside me, Vaughn groaned and pulled a pillow over his lap.

I shoved the pillow off the bed so I could see the bulge growing in his pants. “Should I ask you again if that’s doing it for you?”

He adjusted himself, clearly hard behind his gray sweats. “I think it’s pretty obvious.” He dragged his gaze away from the screen, where Fang was rubbing my clit. “You’re so beautiful. You know that, right?”

I tried to laugh off the too-sincere compliment because I wasn’t good at taking them. “I bet you say that to all the girls who make sex tapes for you.”

He leaned over and kissed the side of my neck. “Only you.”

I tilted my head to one side, giving him better access. “I’m still mad at you, for the record. You were a dick at the hospital.”

He tucked his fingers in the hem of my hoodie. “Fine. But be mad naked.”

I let him lift it over my head. I had a tank top beneath it. His fingers brushed my nipple through my shirt. “No bra. Hot.”

“Comfortable,” I corrected. “Bras hurt like hell. The underwire stabs in places no woman wants to be stabbed.”

Vaughn glanced over at the iPad still playing my sex tape, then dragged my tank top down to reveal one nipple. “Complains about bras digging in but does not mind having her nipples clamped. Make that make sense.”

I shot a glance at the screen. Fang was adjusting clamps on my nipples while I had my head thrown back in pleasure.

“Tighter.”

Vaughn clamped his fingers around my nipple, mimicking the clamps.

I moaned, much the same way I had in the video.

“I love how much you like this.” Vaughn lowered his head to suck me into his mouth.

He was right. I did love it. It was something most guys in my past had overlooked. A half-assed boob grope was all I got before they were trying to shove their dicks in.

But not Fang. Not Vaughn either.

They’d taken the time to test my body. To work out what I liked.

I definitely liked having Vaughn’s tongue on my skin.

He groaned with my nipple still in his mouth. “He clamped your clit?”

It gave a throb at the very pleasant memory. “He did.”

Vaughn got up on his knees, and with one quick yank, pulled me down the bed so I was flat on my back. “Did it hurt? Want me to kiss it better?”

It hadn’t hurt. I’d freaking loved the sensation.

But I absolutely wanted Vaughn to kiss it better.

“Yes.”

Another sharp tug on my sweatpants, and they slid right down over my hips.

Vaughn pushed them off my legs while shaking his head. “No panties either? Did you come in here tonight, planning this?”

I watched him spread my legs and take up his position between them. “If I’d been planning it, I would have worn something sexier.”

His gaze raked up and down my body, resting on the junction of my spread legs. “Nothing is sexier than you completely naked, Roach. Your pussy wet and glistening. Damn, I want to taste you.”

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