Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 147734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. So does your cock. It’s throbbing so much.”
“Can’t…help it.”
“I’m gonna come.”
“Not yet. You’ll only come when I’m buried deep inside you, Yulian.”
“Oh, fuck. Loving the dirty talk. Will you rearrange my insides, baby?”
“I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll never think of anyone but me.” He squeezes my crown, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
Forget about my need to fuck him. I’ll let this motherfucker do anything to me. I’ll even offer him my ass.
Everything is on the table if it’s Vaughn. He can ask me to jump, and I’ll be asking how high.
He can fuck me up in all senses of the word, and I’d still come back for more.
It’s an obsession.
A damnation.
Call it a calamity.
Vaughn releases our cocks, and I huff out a noise of objection.
“Why did you stop?”
“I’m not fucking you for the first time on the floor.”
And then this guy, leaner than me by every measure, wraps a hand around my waist and just lifts me.
Me—all bulk and muscle.
He throws me onto the bed like I weigh nothing, settles between my legs, and rummages through my side drawer. A moment later, he pulls out a handful of condoms and arches a brow.
I lift a hand in surrender. “I’m safe and negative. I always fuck with a condom on.”
He studies them for a bit, marveling at the variety. “Which one do you want me to use?”
I shake my head. “No condom. I want to feel your skin on mine.”
His lips part, a few condoms falling from his grip onto the bed.
“Unless you don’t trust I’m clean—”
“Shut up, Yulian.” He throws the condoms aside and rifles through the drawer again until he produces a tube of lube.
I just watch him hovering over me, mesmerized, kind of developing a fucking crush in the midst of the prospect of being fucked for the first time.
Probably should be having a sexual crisis about that part—you know, me losing my ass virginity tonight.
Maybe I should fight it.
Try to gaslight myself into thinking I don’t want this.
But then again, I’d let Vaughn do whatever the fuck he wants with my body.
That’s me, a Vaughn pleaser instead of a people pleaser.
Cy would call me pathetic, but Cy is an idiot with zero emotional intelligence, and he definitely hasn’t had this type of toxic connection with Vaughn.
The one guy I thought I’d never have.
But I do.
When Vaughn looks at me, I grin, wide.
He frowns. “Don’t smile like that in front of other people.”
“You’re that possessive of me, baby?”
“Shut up.” He squeezes a generous amount of lube on his hand, shifts back on his knees, and carefully rubs it over my hole.
The cold gel instantly heats when coupled with his touch. I open my legs wider, giving him more access.
“Tell me if I hurt you.” His voice is barely holding on to some semblance of normalcy, his cock hot and heavy between us.
“You won’t,” I whisper, my own desire rushing through.
Vaughn exhales a sharp breath as he eases his middle finger into me.
My body yields without hesitation.
I thought letting someone touch me this way would feel strange, uncomfortable, even—but it’s as natural, as dizzying, as that first kiss on his lips.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” His eyes shine as he thrusts slowly. “Does it feel good?”
“Mmm. Anything you do feels good.”
“You say that to others, Yulian?” His voice darkens as he adds another finger and allows me to adjust. “You let them see this look on your face?”
What look?
I don’t get to ask that because he’s moving again, thrusting in a slow rhythm at first, then driving into me. I’m clamping around his fingers as blotches of pleasure tighten my abs.
My spine jerks upright as desire I’ve never experienced before spreads through me, and my cock gets so hard, it’s painful.
With shaky hands, I squirt lube in my palm and jerk Vaughn’s gorgeous cock from base to tip.
His chest muscles bunch and tighten as he pushes further into my hand.
“You’re clenching around my fingers.”
“You like it?”
“Like it?” He moans deep in his throat. “I’m barely holding on to my sanity here, Yuli.”
He picks up his pace again, scissoring his fingers in me, working and stretching me so good.
My heart thunders in my ears with every thrust, every choked breath he releases.
Fuck, I never would have thought being finger-fucked would elicit chills down my spine. My toes curl, a shudder rushing through my bloodstream.
“You’re taking my fingers so well.” He drops a soft, trembling kiss to my bicep, hugging me close. “Can’t wait to have my cock inside you, Volchonok. I think I’ll come at the thought.”
“Do it,” I breathe out.
“Not yet. I need to prep you properly—”
“Just do it.” I push back and meet his gaze as I guide his cock between my legs. “Fuck me, Vaughn. Ruin me.”
He bites the corner of his lip, sucking it inside. “I don’t want to hurt you.”