A complete fucking goner in his hands.
“I’m so close, baby.” I groan. “Yes…yes…just like that. I’m going to fill your throat with my cum.”
“Mmm,” he growls around my cock, moving faster, harder, with the same violent force that always sparks whenever we collide.
And then I break. I burst inside his mouth, and he takes it all—sucking, licking, pulling my soul out through every spurt, draining me like he’s exorcising the last of my soul.
“Fuck, baby, mmmfuck! Take my cum.”
Vaughn doesn’t need to be told that. He sucks me enthusiastically, his throat working with every swallow, even as a trail of cum trickles down his chin and onto his throat.
My cock twitches at the view even as my balls empty and I sag against the bed, the haze of the orgasm forming a blurry sheen over my eyes.
Vaughn’s still sucking my deflating cock, slower this time, licking, almost kissing it, really, and I realize I’m stroking his hair, both of us…sort of stuck in a surreal experience.
He hesitantly pulls away, almost as if he doesn’t want to but feels like he has to, forcing my hands to fall from his head.
“I’m the only one who gets to taste this.” He licks my crown one last time as if he can’t help it, and I just grin.
“Define the only one.”
“Yulian,” he growls in warning, and that voice does shit to me.
Like twitching my spent cock that obviously doesn’t seem to get enough.
Let’s just say I’m the greediest motherfucker to have ever been greedy.
He crawls on top of me, one hand gripping my hair, the other around my throat, and I release a hum because his nipples are brushing mine, and I can die happy now.
On second thought, not yet.
“Why the fuck do you keep antagonizing me? Hmm?” His hard cock is so heavy against my thighs, and I can barely focus on his words. “Why do you love driving me insane?”
Because it means he cares.
I smile instead of admitting that. “Gotta keep you working for it, baby. I’m not easy.”
He lifts a brow. “No?”
“Well…yes. But not anymore. I swear on my dick’s honor.”
He huffs out a chuckle, releasing my throat, but only after he drops a kiss to the slope of my collarbone.
This makes the fourth time he’s done that—those random kisses when I least expect them. First, on my arm while I was fucking him. Then my shoulder when he came inside me against the bathroom wall. Then on my back in the bath. And now this.
Yes, I counted. Take it up with the obsession police and ask for some form of moderation in my erratic behavior while you’re at it.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
A moan slips out of me—not just from the way he declared it, but from the press of his cock against my thigh, swelling my balls with pressure.
He reaches over me toward the nightstand, snatching the lube and spilling it into his palm.
“Already stocked the place with lube, Mishka?”
“First thing I asked to be added to the house post cleaning,” he says coolly, like he truly thought about it.
I laugh as I grab his head with both hands. “You can be so damn cute.”
