Cold Hearted Bachelor

Like if I say no he may just combust into a pile of ashes.

“Yes.”

He slides my jeans and panties down my legs and I step out of them. He pulls me forward, kissing my stomach as his hands dig into the flesh of my ass.

He stares at me as he slides a finger over my wetness. “You’re so ready for me. That turns me on so much knowing that I make you so goddamn wet.”

“You do.” God, he makes me so, so wet.

He lets go of me to unzip his jeans and move them down his legs. His cock springs free, and wow.

I lick my lips.

He pumps his fist around it. “The way you stare at my cock could make me come in a heartbeat.” He strokes his hand up and down it.

I feel like dropping to my knees, worshipping his dick between my lips. I actually don’t know what to do, and I just stand here, until Vaughn reaches for me and brings me down on his lap.

“If you don’t want me, Paisley, tell me right now.”

“I want you,” I breathe out.

He reaches down to pull a condom out of his jeans pocket and he stops before opening it. “I never in a million years thought I’d ever be this lucky.”

His words. They do something to me. It almost feels like it should be me saying these things to him. Because I’m the one who’s fantasized about this, not the other way around.

He glides the condom down his length after ripping the packet open with his teeth.

I toss off my shirt and he hisses underneath his breath.

“Damn, you’re so fucking pretty.”

Sixteen

Vaughn

* * *

There’s only a few things I’ve ever really wanted in my life with no hesitations, no uncertainty. Having Paisley naked before me is top of the list.

When she started massaging my shoulders, I had a hard time keeping my shit together. But the minute she pressed her soft lips against my skin, I was a goner.

And even now, with the light of the moon pouring in through the windows I can’t take my eyes off her. I can’t think about anything but this undeniable need coursing through my body. I love the way she’s looking at me.

Like she is right now. Like I’m the sexiest man she’s ever seen. And I hope she sees that I’m looking at her the exact same way.

Because Paisley Watts is hands down the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I’m not just saying that because I hope I get lucky, or because I’m hard as a fucking rock. I say it because it’s the god’s honest truth.

I fist my cock, lining it up with Paisley’s pussy and push the tip in. She moves against me, bringing her body down. She’s so tight, that we go slow until I’m fully seated inside her.

And we just stare at each other, neither of us moving for fear this might not be real.

“I don’t want to blink because I’m afraid I’ll wake up.”

She leans her forehead against mine. “Who would have ever thought Vaughn James was such a romantic.”

I crack a smile. “Only for you. Only ever for you.”

She rocks her body, and I trail kisses along her neck. “I like the romantic side of Vaughn.”

God, I fucking kiss her. Because her mouth is just too irresistible to pass up. I keep kissing her as she rocks back and forth along my thick cock. And she feels so damn good, like our bodies together are pushing and pulsing together.

I breathe her in. “Paisley, I’ve never been this hard for anyone in my entire life.”

And I’m not lying as I keep pushing up into her, digging my fingers into her ass.

She moans out long and low, “Vaughn, I’m so close.”

I push up into her again, ready to explode myself, but I hold on a bit longer, wanting to make sure she gets off first.

And maybe a second time before I even think about being done with her.

She’s so responsive to my touch, I lean in and take her nipple into my mouth, loving the taste of her. I swipe my tongue back and forth as she crumbles.

“I’m coming. Don’t stop.” She pulls my face to hers, crashing her lips to mine.

She rides out the waves of her orgasm breathing me in. It’s a major fucking turn on.

My orgasm barrels along right behind her. I tug her close, my arms wrapped around her because I can’t let go of her just yet.

After a minute or two, I release her, and head into the bathroom to clean up.

When I step out, Paisley’s already getting dressed. “Don’t.” I don’t want to see her covered up. “Please. Let’s just lay together in my room.” I smile. “I just want to hold you.”

I want to be certain she doesn’t regret anything about what just happened here, because I fucking don’t.