a little against the intrusion, but he remained insistent. “Breathe, damn you,” he cursed, allowing her time to make a shallow gasp. “Now, again. Take me. Take all of me.”
Just when she thought she’d gained some control, Vaughan snatched it back.
Dizzy from lack of air, Bella meekly complied, letting him drive the full length of his cock into her throat, swallowing and breathing when he said, though her sharp fingernails curled into his thighs, marking him with half-moon shaped bruises.
“Good,” Vaughan encouraged, as they slowly found a rhythm that didn’t leave her choking. “You’re right, Bella. You can be very persuasive. This is how Lucerne takes me. He’s still not quite mastered the art. You’re doing rather well.”
The compliment made her beam and work a little harder. She took him repeatedly, drank him down, while her body trembled with the strain of keeping pace with his thrusts.
“That’s right. Just like that. Just a little more.”
Vaughan heaved beneath her, rapidly approaching climax. The pungent taste of his seed tingled on her tongue. It dawned on her then, that he had no intention of stopping. Rather he intended to come in her mouth, leaving her aroused and desperate.
She could envision it so clearly, even as she continued to satisfy him. He’d simply peel back the covers and walk away. Leave her to the paltry satisfaction she could gain from rubbing her own clitoris.
Bella dug her fingernails more sharply into the tender part of his inner thigh, finally breaking the cycle and causing him to withdraw.
“What!” he growled, reaching for her again, as she rested on all fours panting. Moisture covered her lips and chin.
“You were going to walk away.”
Despite the arousal still driving the roll of his hips, Vaughan’s lips peeled back into a callous smile. “Says who?”
Bella planted a palm firmly upon his chest and drove him down hard into the mattress. “When are you going to learn that this isn’t all about you, and that I’m not just going to let you take?” She’d had her fill of that. She’d heard the stories the married women told too, of how they were constantly left wanting and unfulfilled.
Vaughan stroked a hand between her pussy lips. “You’re wet because you like what I do. If you wanted prissy lovemaking you wouldn’t have grabbed hold of my cock. Accept it, Bella. You like it rough, and you like that you’re left wanting.”
“No. I like being satisfied. Lucerne does that.”
Vaughan pulled her close so their noses were pushed together and they were looking straight into one another’s eyes at close quarters. “I like fucking Lucerne, but I’ve no wish to be him. And you’re wrong if you think he’s all you need. Now, I want to come in your mouth, and you’re going to oblige me, aren’t you Bella.”
“I can’t see any reason why I would.”
Vaughan flipped her onto her back, and pinned her down. “Let me see if I can’t persuade you a little.” His cock replaced his fingers against her clit. Bella muffled a cry, but there was no masking the pleasure she felt. He stroked back and forth in her wetness, not penetrating her, just teasing, until she was lost in lust and frantic to have him deeper. “Shall we make a deal?” he crowed into her ear.
“No.” She knew better than to believe he’d adhere to a pact, or even propose one without it being greatly to his advantage.
“Come now, Bella, what’s so bad about me spilling a little seed in your mouth? You’re not a prude. I’ll even let you spit it out afterwards if you’ve no taste for it.”
“Do women do that?” She’d always swallowed before.
Vaughan’s smirk suggested not if they knew what was best.
“Bella,” he coaxed again, dipping his head down towards her so that he could brush his soft lips against hers in a teasing kiss. “Don’t make me get insistent about this. Let’s not make it a fight.” He sucked gently at her lip, before bestowing more