Wardrobe Malfunction
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“Guess I should kiss it better then.” I kiss my way across his hip bone until I’m face-to-face with Vaughn West’s cock.
Holy hell.
Lowering my head, I press a soft kiss to the ball that I injured.
“Better?” I tip my head back and look up at him again.
His jaw is tight, eyes heavy-lidded.
He shakes his head.
Smiling, I lean back in and kiss it again. “Now?” I ask.
“No,” is his rough response, his grip on my hair tightening.
I lick a path over his balls. “Now?” I whisper.
“Suck it,” he commands.
A shiver runs through me, and the place between my thighs gets slicker with excitement.
I do as he said, gently sucking on it. My fingers move up his shaft, and I start jacking him off.
“Yes,” he hisses.
Needing to taste him, I lift my head and lick the head of his cock, tasting pre-cum. I hum over the head of his dick.
“Open up,” he says.
He’s so bossy. And I love it.
I lift my eyes to his and open up my mouth.
He slides his cock inside, seeming to know when to stop, how much of him I can take.
He’s so thick and big, my mouth barely covers half of him. So, I wrap my hand around the rest, and then I basically bring out my A game, trying to give him the best head of his life.
This man has slept with supermodels and actresses. I want him to remember this…remember me…because, at the end of the day, I’m no one special. I’ll just be another notch on Vaughn’s bedpost. But, to me, no other man will ever compare.
He’s basically screwing me for life.
And I honestly don’t care.
“Fuck, Charly. Yeah, that’s it…suck me harder…good girl.”
His hot, dirty commands are making me wetter and needier. I slip my free hand between my legs and start playing with myself.
“My job,” he says.
The next thing I know, he’s pulling out of my mouth. I’m flat on my back. Vaughn is grabbing a condom from his wallet, ripping it open, and putting it on in a nanosecond.
Then, he’s back on top of me. His hands hold my face, and he kisses me deeply. My eyes slide closed.
“Eyes open,” he murmurs over my lips.
I open them, staring into his, and he slowly pushes inside me until he’s buried to the hilt.
Holy shit.
I’ve never felt anything like him. I feel so full of him. He’s everywhere. In me. On me. My lungs and head are filled with him.
“You’re so tight and hot,” he groans.
“And you’re so big and hard.”
His eyes meet mine, and we both laugh.
It feels nice. Not awkward, like the first time having sex with someone can be. It feels like we’ve always been doing this.
“You’re okay?” he asks.
He sounds calm, but I can see the restraint that he’s barely holding on to by the tightening in his jaw, the tension in his brow.
“More than okay. Fuck me, Vaughn. Please.”
He brushes his lips over mine and whispers, “Yes, ma’am.”
I smile. But it’s quickly gone as Vaughn starts to move, fucking me slowly, then quicker and quicker, and harder and faster. The headboard is banging against the wall, surely denting it. I’m panting and groaning. Our flesh is slapping loudly together. The room next door must be able to hear us, and I can’t find it in me to give a shit.
Because, Jesus, the man can fuck.
He’s like a machine. A fucking machine.
I never want this to end.
His hand goes behind my back, and he moves, sitting up on his haunches, bringing me with him, so I’m straddling him, putting us face-to-face.
“Ride me,” he orders.
I wrap my arms around his neck and curl my fingers into the hair at the back of his head. I kiss him and then rise up onto my knees before slamming back down.
“Fuck yeah, that’s it,” he groans into my mouth.
His hands grip my hips as I start riding him.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” His hands slide down and grip my ass, urging me onto his cock harder.
My clit is rubbing against his pelvic bone, driving me wild.
“Oh God, Vaughn.”
“That’s it, baby. Come on my cock. I don’t come until you do.”
Then, I might hold it off forever.
But, unfortunately, my body disagrees with that, and I’m coming seconds later. And I’m coming hard.
I’m officially ruined for all other men.
My head drops to Vaughn’s, my body sated.
Hand at my back, he throws me back onto the bed, fucking me like a madman, jackhammering into me. “I’m coming, Charly…Jesus…fuck…”
He growls a sound so erotic in my ear, I feel like I could come again.
He sags onto me, his big body heavy but not crushing, his skin warm against mine.
And I’m in a holy-fuck moment. I just had sex with Vaughn West. Way better than it was in my imagination.
Way, way, way better.
He lifts his head, staring into my eyes. The look in them makes my heart skip a beat. He looks happy. Exactly how I feel.
“That was…”
“I know.” I touch my fingers to his cheek. Amazing. Out of this world. I’ll never experience anything like it again.
“I can’t move,” he says.
“So, don’t.”
He watches me for a long beat, and I worry that I said the wrong thing. I know some guys just like to fuck and leave. Vaughn is probably one of those guys.
Holy hell.
Lowering my head, I press a soft kiss to the ball that I injured.
“Better?” I tip my head back and look up at him again.
His jaw is tight, eyes heavy-lidded.
He shakes his head.
Smiling, I lean back in and kiss it again. “Now?” I ask.
“No,” is his rough response, his grip on my hair tightening.
I lick a path over his balls. “Now?” I whisper.
“Suck it,” he commands.
A shiver runs through me, and the place between my thighs gets slicker with excitement.
I do as he said, gently sucking on it. My fingers move up his shaft, and I start jacking him off.
“Yes,” he hisses.
Needing to taste him, I lift my head and lick the head of his cock, tasting pre-cum. I hum over the head of his dick.
“Open up,” he says.
He’s so bossy. And I love it.
I lift my eyes to his and open up my mouth.
He slides his cock inside, seeming to know when to stop, how much of him I can take.
He’s so thick and big, my mouth barely covers half of him. So, I wrap my hand around the rest, and then I basically bring out my A game, trying to give him the best head of his life.
This man has slept with supermodels and actresses. I want him to remember this…remember me…because, at the end of the day, I’m no one special. I’ll just be another notch on Vaughn’s bedpost. But, to me, no other man will ever compare.
He’s basically screwing me for life.
And I honestly don’t care.
“Fuck, Charly. Yeah, that’s it…suck me harder…good girl.”
His hot, dirty commands are making me wetter and needier. I slip my free hand between my legs and start playing with myself.
“My job,” he says.
The next thing I know, he’s pulling out of my mouth. I’m flat on my back. Vaughn is grabbing a condom from his wallet, ripping it open, and putting it on in a nanosecond.
Then, he’s back on top of me. His hands hold my face, and he kisses me deeply. My eyes slide closed.
“Eyes open,” he murmurs over my lips.
I open them, staring into his, and he slowly pushes inside me until he’s buried to the hilt.
Holy shit.
I’ve never felt anything like him. I feel so full of him. He’s everywhere. In me. On me. My lungs and head are filled with him.
“You’re so tight and hot,” he groans.
“And you’re so big and hard.”
His eyes meet mine, and we both laugh.
It feels nice. Not awkward, like the first time having sex with someone can be. It feels like we’ve always been doing this.
“You’re okay?” he asks.
He sounds calm, but I can see the restraint that he’s barely holding on to by the tightening in his jaw, the tension in his brow.
“More than okay. Fuck me, Vaughn. Please.”
He brushes his lips over mine and whispers, “Yes, ma’am.”
I smile. But it’s quickly gone as Vaughn starts to move, fucking me slowly, then quicker and quicker, and harder and faster. The headboard is banging against the wall, surely denting it. I’m panting and groaning. Our flesh is slapping loudly together. The room next door must be able to hear us, and I can’t find it in me to give a shit.
Because, Jesus, the man can fuck.
He’s like a machine. A fucking machine.
I never want this to end.
His hand goes behind my back, and he moves, sitting up on his haunches, bringing me with him, so I’m straddling him, putting us face-to-face.
“Ride me,” he orders.
I wrap my arms around his neck and curl my fingers into the hair at the back of his head. I kiss him and then rise up onto my knees before slamming back down.
“Fuck yeah, that’s it,” he groans into my mouth.
His hands grip my hips as I start riding him.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” His hands slide down and grip my ass, urging me onto his cock harder.
My clit is rubbing against his pelvic bone, driving me wild.
“Oh God, Vaughn.”
“That’s it, baby. Come on my cock. I don’t come until you do.”
Then, I might hold it off forever.
But, unfortunately, my body disagrees with that, and I’m coming seconds later. And I’m coming hard.
I’m officially ruined for all other men.
My head drops to Vaughn’s, my body sated.
Hand at my back, he throws me back onto the bed, fucking me like a madman, jackhammering into me. “I’m coming, Charly…Jesus…fuck…”
He growls a sound so erotic in my ear, I feel like I could come again.
He sags onto me, his big body heavy but not crushing, his skin warm against mine.
And I’m in a holy-fuck moment. I just had sex with Vaughn West. Way better than it was in my imagination.
Way, way, way better.
He lifts his head, staring into my eyes. The look in them makes my heart skip a beat. He looks happy. Exactly how I feel.
“That was…”
“I know.” I touch my fingers to his cheek. Amazing. Out of this world. I’ll never experience anything like it again.
“I can’t move,” he says.
“So, don’t.”
He watches me for a long beat, and I worry that I said the wrong thing. I know some guys just like to fuck and leave. Vaughn is probably one of those guys.
