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Taking the liberty, I crawl onto the bed on all fours and glance over my shoulder as Vaughn watches, then I crook a finger to invite him to join me.

“Damn, which one of us is luckier tonight?” he says right before he grabs hold of my hips to flip my body onto my back, causing me to squeal in delight. He hooks his fingers around the waistband of my yoga pants and tugs them down and off. Vaughn’s gaze rakes over my body, and he nibbles his bottom lip as he gently shakes his head in approval, clearly satisfied with the view. When my fingers begin to draw circles on my cleavage and I drag one hand down below my navel, his eyes grow big and his patience breaks. He is over me in no time, with his hands pinning my wrists to the mattress.

“I bet you’re ready to go.” He’s sure of himself.

My head dips back into a pillow as I offer my neck to Vaughn, which he gladly trails his mouth with the occasional nip before heading lower to my breasts. His lips skim my skin and send vibrations down my body, causing a tight knot to form between my legs.

“This round you might not need to work so hard.” My breath is heavy. “But something tells me somewhere between round three and four, you’re going to have to use that tongue of yours and go incredibly slow.”

A deep chuckle leaves his lips. “Babe, that’s already going to happen this round. So spread those thighs of yours.”

Obeying, I soak in the feeling of his tongue circling a nipple through the lace, while his hand delves between us, and he slides his fingers into my panties, instantly hitting the aching spot that I desperately want relief from. His hard cock rests against my inner thigh, and I just want to wrap my legs around him.

“Fucking hell, you’re drenched,” he notes with a rasp.

“I guess that happens when you’re around, and I know any moment you will demand I get on my knees to suck you off.”

Something about this man breaks open the doors inside me, making me let go of all inhibitions. The attraction between us feels like luck, because this simmering need to go wild is unbearable to most.

Vaughn curses under his breath. “You’re a mind reader, which is why you know a spanking is going to come to you next round when you’re lying over my lap with my hand tangled in your hair.” Then he’s slithering down my body, ready to prove a point.

He roughly pulls the lace to the side right before his tongue flicks against my clit, and his finger finds my entrance. My entire body writhes under him as I moan in response.

Vaughn isn’t going to treat me like a delicate flower, and I’m completely here for that. Heat sends a wave through my body, desperate for him to continue.

“You taste so fucking good. Now, let me make you come,” he urges before his tongue returns to my bundle of nerves that will unravel me. I don’t even question why we’re moving so fast; I guess our attraction is the type that combusts.

He adds another finger inside of me, and I swear I’m getting dizzy with overpowering lust.

I hum in approval, enjoying every second until I vibrate against his mouth, and he grips my hips down to keep me stable. He even interlaces our fingers against the mattress to steady me, or rather, be possessive. Either way, I’m not complaining. Give the man a reward for allowing me a few seconds to recover.

But we are a blazing flame, and he flips me over to my stomach and tilts my hips up. The moment the tip of his cock explores my pussy to coat his length before he circles around my entrance, I’m desperate for a new orgasm. When he fills me up with his cock I must appear as a woman wantoned by neediness.

His first thrust feels far too good, pleasure that I’m not quite sure I could have ever fathomed. We’re on a wild train due to our eagerness.

We’re fast, primal, and raw with one another.

It’s only when he curses to himself that I’m broken from my cloud of ecstasy.

His breath is already heavy. “Condom, Isla. We completely forgot. I’m safe but…”

I have a strong instinct of trust with him, and I’m not logical right now. “I’m on the pill. Safe. Now don’t stop.” I string words together in a sentence.

His crusade to thrust into me with abandon continues. “Isla, I’m going to fuck you so deep that you’ll discover new spots that make you want to scream and come all over my cock.”

Him inside of me with no condom. Bare and hard. It only ups the ante between us, and my moan is as loud as the wind outside.

* * *

Lying in bed,I catch the protein bar that Vaughn just threw at me. “Really?” I’m entertained.

He smirks to himself. “Gotta keep us strong for the night ahead… but really, I forgot I had one in my bag.”

It causes me to smile as the lights flicker because the storm is going to hit us in the next hour. The outer bands are already overhead.

Vaughn throws his phone onto the chair. “We will miss the eye but looks like we might get the right side of the storm.” He joins me back on the bed.

“I’m not worried.”