Page 91 of Rebel Obsession

I grabbed both sides of his face and yanked it so he was staring down at me. “If you even think about answering some business call when I am this close to orgasm…”

“It’s Fang.”

“As much as I love the man, I think he’ll understand if we send it to voicemail, don’t you?”

Vaughn groaned and kissed my mouth. “I’m so sorry, Roach. I promised him.”

I watched in shock as he reached over and answered the video call. “This better be fucking good, Fang.”

Fang’s voice echoed around the room. “We’re— What the hell are you doing?”

“Anyone else with you right now?” Vaughn had his arm outstretched, phone angled on his face.

“No, but—”

Vaughn, literally no shame, moved the phone so I could clearly be seen beneath him.

I squeaked and covered my bare breasts on instinct. “Vaughn!”

Fang swore low under his breath.

“What?” Vaughn laughed, clearly too delighted by the situation.

I could hardly blame him, after the stunt Fang and I had pulled with sending him the sex tape.

“You’re the one who told us to watch the tape. You had to know it would end like this.” He propped the phone up on the bedside table so we could both see.

Fang’s low growl was so sexy it made me want to dive through the phone and right onto his cock. “You better be keeping my woman satisfied, Vaughn. If she hasn’t come twice before you do, I’ll rescind my invitation to share.”

Vaughn held up my buzzy little friend. “Oh, don’t worry. Even if my skills were subpar, which for the record, they are not, you aren’t the only one with toys.” He shot Fang an arrogant grin. “If this isn’t some safety emergency, excuse me while I get back to it.”

He leaned over to end the call, but Fang stopped him. “Wait.”

Vaughn waited.

Fang adjusted the phone so it skimmed down his body. In the background, I recognized the pillow and quilt from his bed at the clubhouse. The camera rolled over Fang’s tight white T-shirt that clung to his abs, then lower, to where he was one-handedly undoing his fly, a huge bulge behind it. “You watched me fuck her. Now it’s my turn.”

He took his cock out and stroked it slowly. The camera was fully focused on his glorious length, and for a moment, Vaughn and I both watched in fascination.

“Still only hard for one dick, Vaughn?” I breathed.

He rolled away from the camera to hover over me again, his weight rested on his forearms and knees. He licked his way up my neck. “You’re the only dick I’m hard over right now, Roach.” He pushed into me with one long thrust that had me gasping at his size and clutching my fingers in the sheets.

“Oh!”

Vaughn fucked slowly, dragging out of me so gradually it was torture, before leisurely pushing his way back inside. I grabbed his ass, toned and muscled, and tried to force him to go faster, but he refused, torturing me with a pace that drove me wild.

It was barely a minute before I was right back where I’d started, on the verge of an orgasm, pleasure spiraling within me, fueled by Vaughn’s girth, his pubic bone grinding on my clit.

And by the occasional glance at Fang on the phone, sprawled out on his bed, getting off watching another man fuck me.

Oh my God.

I came with a mess of blinding light and Vaughn deep inside me. I clutched him, begging and pleading for him to give me more, my pussy fluttering and clamping down on his dick, but not for one moment did he falter.

He pulled out when my pants and cries dulled down to regular breaths, but he was still hard.

I was confused. “You didn’t come.”

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