“Please!?” the woman calls, banging on the door. “It’s kind of an emergency!”
My face throbs with heat as I start to stand. Vaughn grabs me tightly and spins us around.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he growls into my ear as he pins my back to his chest, the two of us facing the mirror over the sink.
“I…that woman?—”
“Can piss on the couch or shit her pants for all I care.”
That’s when I realize two things: one, I look like a complete and utterwhore, my dress pulled down, my thighs quivering, and cum, spit, and blurred mascara all over my face.
And two?
Vaughn is still hard.
Veryhard.
Suddenly, he's violently bending me over. I gasp, my hands going flat to the mirror as he shoves up my dress. My pulse jangles as he yanks my panties down to my knees, pushes my thighs apart, and brings his thick cock to my pussy.
“Scream for me, baby.”
He rams in with one powerful thrust. I choke out a grunted, desperate cry of pleasure, like an itch that’s been driving me crazy all day is being scratched at last. Like the pressure that’s been building inside me is finally able to escape.
I moan, my fingers clawing at the mirror in front of us as Vaughn grabs my hips and starts to fuck mehard.
The loud, wet slaps of his hips crashing against my butt fill the small room. I bite my lip, tasting his cum as I desperately try not to be too loud. But it’s a lost cause. His fingers dig into my hips and his huge dick thrusts deep inside me again and again, hitting places I didn’t even know were there.
He reaches up and grabs a fist of my hair in his hand, yanking my head back, forcing me to meet my own slutty reflection in the mirror.
“Look at you taking my cock, princess,” he growls viciously. “Look at what a whore you are, cum dripping off your face while you get fucked like a cheap slut.”
Slap. Slap. Slap.
I squeal in pleasure through clenched lips, arching my back as he pounds into me. His palm crashes into my butt, spanking me hard and tearing a cry from my throat. When he does it again I stop trying to be quiet, crying out and screaming for more as he fucks into me.
His hold on my hair tightens, pushing my face right against the mirror, his cum smearing on the glass as my whole body caves at the exquisite depravity of it all.
“You’re making such a mess of that mirror, princess,” he grunts, thrusting harder and faster as he bends over me to let his lips brush my ear. “Clean it up.”
God help me.
I do.
My core tightens and spasms as my tongue darts out of my mouth and starts licking the cum from the mirror while Vaughn keeps fucking me like a machine.
I’m dimly aware of the woman knocking at the door again. Of Vaughn telling me to answer her, and me babbling something about “almost being done” as his gorgeous cock scrapes against a magical spot inside me over and over, until my legs are shaking and my toes are curling in my shoes.
He slaps my ass. Pulls my hair. Fucks theshitout of me.
Finally, I can’t take anymore.
“Vaughn—!”
“Come for me, baby. Be a good little whore and come all over my fat fucking dick.”
Jesus…
“There’s a fuckinglineout here!” the voice yells through the door.
