Then he does just that. Vaughn fills me up to the brim with hot cum. My dick twitches a bit, coming more after I thought I was all dry.
“Fuck,” he breathes out. “Fucking hell, you’re my favorite thing ever.”
“You look hot covered with my cum.” I reach out to stroke it and make him gag on it, but he does that thing again.
The stupid thing that makes me want to spontaneously combust. He’s not supposed to make me feel this way.
I know he’s sort of just experimenting and will up and leave like he did four years ago.
But I can’t help but watch with bated breath as he grabs my hand, turns it over, and presses a soft kiss to the center of my palm, releasing a sated hum against my skin.
My heart expands and explodes in a thousand fireworks.
I’ve never been one for small gestures of affection. I’ve never loved anyone in that way, and it doesn’t come naturally to me. But Vaughn—raised in a family where love seems to be naturally expressed—wears it with ease. Even when he walls himself off, affection is still second nature to him.
And now, I’m thinking of all the little kisses he gave Danika, and my heart fucking plummets from its high.
My solution? I need to do something Danika would’ve never done.
Own him.
Possess him.
Keephim.
I lunge up. “Baby, I need to?—”
“Fuck again. I know.” He chuckles as he falls on top of me, still buried inside me. “Give me a minute, yeah?”
“A whole minute?”
“Five, actually.” He strokes my hair and sighs in my neck. “Then you can come inside me.”
“Nope.” I grab him by the back of the neck and flip us over so I’m straddling him. “I’m in a hurry.”
His laughter echoes in my ear as I slam my lips to his, drinking his laughs, his joy, swallowing him fucking whole.
I guess it’s not normal to want to be all over him any chance I get.
But I’m scared that if I stop touching him, he’ll disappear.
Again.
28
VAUGHN
This was a bad idea.
Theworstidea ever.
I only suggested we go out to distract Yulian because the damn guy wouldn’t stop fucking me.
It doesn’t matter how many times we go, he’ll be ready in minutes flat, demanding one more round.
And I’m sore and, frankly, tired. I haven’t slept much since the flight, and the marathonic sex isn’t helping in allowing me to recover.
Even when I tried to swim in the indoor pool, Yulian barged in—literally cannonballing, drenching the place. Then he was all over me, teasing, touching, trying to seduce me. Not that I have a ton of self-control around him, but at least I’ve got more than he does.
