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CLAIRE

V aughn drove like a bat out of hell from the restaurant, reaching speeds through the city I was very uncomfortable trying to match in my Kia Picanto. I suppose I should take some responsibility for his erratic behavior. I wasn’t exactly subtle with my wants for the rest of the evening.

I don’t even know where it came from. Him guiding me to the throbbing muscle in his pants or me insisting on taking our party elsewhere. One minute, I was a flustered mess, doing everything in my power to stand on my own two feet, and the next, I felt transformed. Reawakened from that nervous little thing into overly eager neediness only Vaughn Valentine can satisfy.

He's resting against his car’s trunk when I pull into the parking spot next to him. By the time I’ve killed the engine, he’s waiting outside my door, ready to pull it open. And oh, how it flies when the locks disengage. For a second, I’m worried that Vaughn smashed my door into his Porsche, but if he did, it doesn’t seem to faze him.

“My lady,” he says, extending a hand to me. I take it, and he pulls me out of my car.

His attempts at playing the charming, devilish gentleman are adorable, but they’re slipping into his own incessant desires.

He guides me through the parking lot and front lobby of his apartment building with long, determined strides. Like we’re on a mission and can’t slow down. No, that would be very bad. The fate of the world hangs on our shoulders. We’re the only two people left who can accomplish this task.

The more I think about it, giggling fiercely at my internal game, the more I realize how accurate it is. Not saving the world. His cock sure seems magical, but that’s a job for someone else. But we sure are the only two who can deliver insurmountable pleasure to the other.

We reach the elevator, and Vaughn’s hands lock onto my hips. He pulls me into his muscular body, squeezing me tightly, with deep rumbles emitting from his chest.

“I’m gonna kiss you now,” he says.

Such a strange phrase to hear from Vaughn, and it knocks me off balance. Vaughn catches me with one hand on the small of my back and dips me sideways as our lips meet for the first time. It erupts into an earth-rattling makeout session, with our tongues slipping and sliding between our mouths as he steals one breath after the next from me.

“Better than I imagined it would be.” Vaughn breaks our kiss as the elevator comes to a stop. The doors open, and two people on the sixteenth floor get on. However, he doesn’t shy away like I expect him to. Sure, he stopped kissing me, but he doesn’t break his touch, holding me close. Bodies rubbing together. His girth pressing against my tummy as a constant reminder of what’s to come.

The two people, older than us, probably in their fifties, focus their attention on the doors when the elevator starts to move again. A few hours ago, I’d have been too nervous and uncomfortable to stay in Vaughn’s arms like this with others around. Now? I don’t care anymore. This is his show. He’s in full control. Body, mind, and spirit, I’m his.

“Have a good night, fellas,” Vaughn says to the pair as the elevator dings on the top floor of the building. He breaks away from me to walk into the hall, but as soon as we’re out of their line of sight, he latches onto me again. He pulls me into another explosive embrace.

We stumble our way down the hall to his apartment. Our hands move freely over one another’s bodies, and our minds sync in lust-fueled harmony.

Vaughn slams my back against his apartment door, and I throw my arms over his shoulders to steady myself against him. He rifles through his pockets for his keys with one hand while the other grabs at my ass, feeling and squeezing every inch it can touch. But as Vaughn opens the door, I realize that he wasn’t just trying to cop a feel. I stumble backward, nearly toppling over as the hardwood swings away behind me, but Vaughn’s there to catch me before I fall.

He walks me in, never breaking our kiss, and kicks the door shut.

Now, the real fun can start.

Vaughn moves with tactical precision from the entryway and through his house, never having to lift his head to see where he’s going. With every step, it seems, we shed a new layer of clothing. My heels and his shoes scattered in the entry hall. His jacket thrown over the living room sofa, and my top discarded on the dining room table. His shirt and pants, a pooled mess in his bedroom door, and my skirt not much farther away from them.

Then it’s just me and him, standing in our underwear, as he finally pulls away while his tongue runs over his lips.

“Christ, woman. You’re something else, you know that?” It’s followed by deep, husky breaths.

“Something good, I hope.” I take a few steps back. It’s partly to remove my bra in a slow, sultry way. Teasing him with a strip show we missed out on with the flurry of tearing our clothes off. The rest is for me to see the body that’s tormented my mind from the very second I met him.

And I’m not disappointed. Not one bit. Vaughn really is rock-hard all the way down. Every inch of him is lean and cut. Big arms, six-pack abs, and thighs that could crush a watermelon.

That’s not even talking about the most important one, stretching the front of his boxers ahead of him.

Vaughn’s eyes are glued to my chest as I unclasp my bra strap. His mouth drops a little when my tits bounce free from their confines, and one of his hands moves over the twitching muscle inside his boxer shorts.

“Like what you see?” I bite my bottom lip and try to control my racing heartbeat.

He doesn’t speak, or maybe he can’t, opting to respond with a nod.

I walk back to him, taking slow, methodical steps while hooking my thumbs into my panty’s waistband. I sink them, inch by inch, until I’m close enough to touch him, letting them fall to the floor completely.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” Vaughn says, gently gliding his hand up and down his length.

I smile but don’t speak, giving his boxers the same treatment as my panty’s. He moves his hand away while I pull them down, and with a growling moan, his head shoots straight up to the ceiling.

His cock springs free, and before I manage to get them off completely, the tip brushes against my belly. My eyes widen at the sight of the massive cock, standing upright and eager.

“Can I touch it, Daddy?” Oh, crap. Where the hell did that come from?

“Daddy?” Vaughn’s lips curl in a smirk. “That’s so fucking hot.”

Vaughn grabs my hand by the wrist and starts moving me toward his cock. Oh fuck, it’s actually happening. We’re going to do this. I can’t tell if I want to jump for joy or if I’m about to faint from my unsteady, rapid breathing.

“Well, it’s your fault.” I turn my nose up at him. “Because you’re so fucking hot.”

A deep growl rumbles out of his chest, but it quickly turns into a feverish moan as my fingertips graze his veiny erection.

“You’re going to split me in half,” I mutter, feeling it in full for the first time tonight. Thick enough that my hand can barely close when I try to wrap around it, and lengthy to the point I can’t see a world in which the whole thing will fit inside me.

“Daddy will be gentle,” he groans as I start to stroke him.

“Promise?”

Vaughn hoists me into the air and throws me onto the bed. He follows closely, and as soon as I stop bouncing, his mouth hits my clean-shaven legs.

“You’re incredible,” he mutters, starting to pepper kisses against my shin. Each one higher than the last, making his way upward. “Beautiful. Funny. Smart.” My body stiffens into a knot as he passes my knee and strikes sensitive thigh meat. “You’re the whole fucking package, baby girl.”

“Your package,” I whimper at the sensation of his cool breath tickling my damp inner thighs.

“That’s right. Mine. All mine.” He runs the flat pad of his tongue over the wet spot, getting his first taste of me. My legs close in around his head, pinning him in place. God, if this is how I’m reacting to him licking my leg, there’s no way I’ll be able to handle his mouth against my pussy.

“Fucking delicious,” he mutters, going for another lick. Again and again while his head continues moving on its course.

I throw my hands downward, clawing at handfuls of his hair. Deep in the throes of desire, I can’t stop myself from tugging and guiding him closer to my core.

Not that Vaughn needs anymore of an invitation. He looks up at me before he moves to his final destination. Fiery determination burns in his golden eyes, blending incredibly with his own desperation.

His tongue slips out of his lips, and the point strikes against my intimacy. I howl out at the soft, prodding muscle’s touch. He follows with another sharp lashing, but with the third, his mouth engulfs my clit, and my body starts to spasm uncontrollably.

Noises erupt from both of us. Vaughn’s primal in nature, focused on his task of thrusting pleasure into me. Mine, a mixed bag of whimpers, moans, and unnatural noises that no human should ever make. It’s a good thing he’s in a corner apartment. The poor neighbors would be traumatized hearing me.

While his mouth continues to work my sensitive bud, Vaughn hooks an arm under my knee and lets his fingers drift closer. It slithers across my skin, taking its time to reach my hole. A low grunt escapes him as it finds the silky, soaked spot between my legs.

Vaughn mutters something, but between his tongue lapping at me and my own heartbeat in my ears, I can’t make out the words. Not that it matters; I couldn’t answer him if I wanted to, being pushed closer and closer to the edge of release.

His other hand shoots up my body, grabbing my breast in a perfect cup as his thumb grazes my pussy lips. I choke out a noise, and taking that as a cue to go harder, Vaughn rams the digit inside me. A spasm of delight courses through every muscle in me, and I jolt forward, unable to control myself with it all becoming too much to handle.

“Don’t stop, Daddy,” I sputter. “Right there. You’re gonna make me come.”

Vaughn thrusts his thumb in and out while his tongue bashes haphazardly across my clit. My grip tightens in his hair as a tremendous moan echoes through his room.

As I come down from the high of an earth-shattering orgasm, Vaughn slithers his way up my body, trailing kisses against my skin until he comes face to face with me. His cheeks, chin, and lips are still glistening with my liquids, and a deep urge compels me to lean forward and lick myself off him. Vaughn groans when my tongue glides over his lips, but before I can get any further, he slots a hand behind my head and pins me there.

“That was to prove how serious I am,” he says, pecking me on the lips. “You’re mine, Claire. All mine. And I don’t like to share.” His cock flexes with his words, and the tip brushes against my pussy.

I groan as the tip settles into place against my entrance as if magnetized in place. Knowing what it wants and where it wants to go.

“All yours, Daddy. No one else’s,” I whimper.

A wicked grin flashes across Vaughn’s face. He pecks me again, a few times in quick succession. “Good girl.” And with those two little words, Vaughn jostles his hips, and his head breaks through my barrier.

He grumbles and groans while it moves deeper, and his face shows the signs of pure bliss from my tightness squeezing tightly around him.

His first push is slow. Giving us both time to adjust to one another’s bodies and the intense sensations they bring. I can’t speak for Vaughn, but for me, it’s being filled to the brim while excruciating pleasure pulses over every single nerve.

I hook my arms around his shoulders as he drives every inch of himself inside of me. Well, that answers my question. He can fit. It’s just very, very tight.

Every subsequent thrust, movement, and sound shows Vaughn’s inability to stay in control over whatever animal is taking control of him. His moans are replaced by savage growls, his hands move to my waist, latching on to steady himself, and his eyes burn with the fiery glow of a man on a mission.

Before I even realize what’s happening, Vaughn’s plowing into me with hard, vicious thrusts. I dig my nails into his back and claw my way back to his shoulder. I stop on them, holding on for dear life as he pumps an orgasm out of me. My legs stiffen around his sides, and my eyes roll to the back of my head, but cresting over that mountain of bliss drives Vaughn forward in another burst of frantic movements between my legs.

“Ah, fuck.” His voice booms above my head. “I’m gonna come.”

“Yes, Daddy, do it. Come inside my tight little hole,” I sob. “Give it to me. Fill me up?—”

The feeling of Vaughn’s cock flexing against my walls shuts me up. He buries his face between my breasts, kissing and licking my hot, sweaty skin as he does what I ask and releases every drop from his balls. He thrusts into me a few more times for good measure, or maybe it’s because he can’t pull himself away.

“You’re so fucking amazing, baby,” Vaughn groans.

He crumbles on top of me, cups my cheek in his hand, and starts to kiss me passionately. He keeps me there until his body gives out on him, and he collapses in full, with his head finding its place atop my bosom.

Panting, spent, and floating in pure bliss, I can’t speak. All I can manage is lifting my hand to his head and stroking the places where I must have ripped hair from.

Oh, fuck.

Maybe I was wrong.

After experiencing it firsthand, maybe Vaughn could save the world with his magic cock.

I wake the next morning to twelve messages from Mom asking where I am with increased panic, up until the last at around midnight.

Mom: Okay. I think I’ve figured it out. You better wear protection.

My face sets ablaze reading those words. Am I the only one who took so freaking long to realize what was going to happen between Vaughn and me? But maybe that’s not what’s leaving me in a mess. After all, protection was the last of our concerns last night.

And something tells me it won’t become a part of our bedroom fun.

From the en-suite bathroom, I hear the shower running. I rush out of bed and into the bathroom, seeing my man glistening beneath the water in his lean, muscled glory.

“Well, good morning, sleepy head. Hope I didn’t wake you,” he says, scooting over and gesturing that I can join if I want.

No, scratch that.

I will join.

I strip out of his shirt and spring into the shower next to him.

“You didn’t,” I say, shivering as the water strikes my naked body. “But I kinda hoped you would have.”

“Is that right?” Vaughn steps closer, giving me a deep kiss before he shows me where the soap, shampoo, and conditioner are.

“It is. Because now we don’t have any time for some more fun before work,” I tease.

“I’m not known for my punctuality.” Vaughn’s hand travels around my body while he speaks. “And no one’s going to miss us for an hour or two.”

“On my second day?” I roll my eyes at him. Had it been my second month, I’d have indulged him without a second thought.

“You make a good point. Better get a move on then. The quicker we get this day over with, the quicker we can come straight back to this bed.” He gives me a gentle tap on the ass, and I instantly regret my decision to decline.

After our shower, we have a cup of coffee and a slice of toast with jam for breakfast. Vaughn scans through a newspaper, and I reply to my mom and let her know I’m safe. Then it’s off, back into the rat race of working for a corporate powerhouse.

Vaughn walks me, hand in hand, to my car when we get outside. Well, he’s walking. I’m skipping from one cloud to the next. But staring at his face, I notice it go from the dashing smile he hasn’t been able to shake since the shower to far more stern for my liking.

“I think you’ve got a flat,” he says. Looking over to my car, I see the same thing he does. The right-hand side is limp and low to the ground, while the left looks normal.

“Damn it,” I say under my breath. I still have to go home, brush my teeth, and change out of the clothes I wore yesterday.

“Never fear, not while I’m here.” Vaughn releases my hand and slides it across my back, pulling me into a hug. “I’ll drop you off at your place and take you in myself.”

“Are you sure? It’s a lot to ask.”

“I’d be delighted.” He smirks. “Me and your mom can look at your baby pictures over a cup of?—”

He falls silent as we round the side of my car and see what caused the flat. Two long gashes in each tire, made by a steak knife still sticking out the front one. What makes my heart jump and my body tense painfully is the insignia at the bottom of the blade’s handle.

It’s the steak house we were in last night.

“What the fuck?” Vaughn snarls. It’s the wrong time to think it, but he’s so hot when angry. So much so that he melts away my fears and turns them into a little puddle of lust trickling down my thighs.

Jesus Christ, Claire. This isn’t the time!

He’s seething. Heavy breaths raise and sink his chest in rapid succession.

“Don’t let this bother you. We’ll get to the bottom of it and make them pay.” I know he probably means to literally pay for the damages, but what I won’t give to see him go full monster on the bastard trying to terrorize me.

I slide my hand back into his and interlock our fingers, squeezing tightly into his side.

My protector.

Ready to burn this whole world down if it means I’ll be safe.

Vaughn Valentine couldn’t be any more perfect if he tried.