So I do. I take him as deep I can, for as long as I can, until saliva is pooling up around my tongue and spilling past my lips. But I’m not thinking about the blowjob I’m giving. My attention is one hundred percent on that look on his face.
He is beautiful. His hair is unruly and messy. His beard. His eyes. His body. And those dragons. Everything about him says untamable.
But it’s a lie.
At least with me.
Vicious Vaughn wants me to tame him.
This is both thrilling and scary. Because I want to be wild with him. I want to go feral with him. And then I just stop thinking. My mind gets wiped because his hips begin to move and this is what I wanted.
Him. In control. With me on my knees and his dick in my mouth.
I reach down between my legs and begin to play with my clit again. My other hand grips his hard, muscular thigh as he pumps his hips forward and back with enough force to make me gag a little.
But even that turns me on.
And him too. Because his eyes close for a moment and he moans. Then I feel him tense and I know he’s close. I reach up, grab his shaft, and bob my head back and forth. He hisses in air, then holds it.
And there it is.
His release squirts across my tongue and pools in the back of my mouth.
Then he pulls out and finishes up on my tits. I spit his come out into my hand and wrap it around his shaft. One last jerk-off before he’s done.
But he’s not done. He kneels down, pushes me backwards, and then his mouth covers my pussy. Sucking on me and licking me until I’m writhing from the sensation.
My back bucks up and then I come too. Right in his mouth, just the way he did for me.
CHAPTER NINETEEN - VIC
I spend my entire Saturday with no Daisy and no Vivi and I suddenly don’t understand my life before last week. How did I ever live without them?
Daisy ended up working three shifts because I had an overflowing schedule of regulars I didn’t want to turn away. I didn’t even leave the shop until three AM. Daisy needed to be up at four-thirty for her Sunday breakfast shift so I just went home and crashed.
Vivi didn’t call on Saturday but I got a group text from Veronica with an update. Apparently, all the inner-circle kids spent the weekend over on the farm and now Daisy and I have been added to Ronnie’s contact list called Carpool Bitches.
My fuckin’ sister is nuts.
So I am smiling big when Daisy climbs into my truck after her Sunday morning shift. The moment she closes the door, she leans across the bench seat and kisses me, breathless.
Me too. She takes my breath away.
“I made so much money this weekend.” She buckles herself in while I pull out and head north towards Bellvue. And then she starts talking fast and excited. Like she’s got to fill me in on a million things that have happened in the one day we’ve been apart.
It really does feel like I missed a million things.
I don’t want to be apart from her. I want to spend every minute with her.
She’s still talking when we pull up to the farm gate thirty minutes later. I barely say anything, but I don’t even mind. I just want to hear all the words coming out of her mouth.
Her attention on me wanders when the gate opens, and then she’s leaning forward, craning her neck, trying to get a glimpse of Vivian.
I know Daisy has missed Vivi terribly this week. And a more selfish mother would’ve said no to a whole week away from home. But I know that Daisy is always thinking about what’s best for Vivian, and this farm is way better than a pre-paid babysitter.
I park the truck and the moment we open our doors, there is a squeal from across the farm. Daisy and I both look towards the barns to find a pack of princesses racing towards us wearing long-sleeved baseball shirts with pastel-colored tutus that for some reason also come with knee pads, and cowboy boots, and various types of helmets.
Vivi crashes into Daisy, hugging her tight and talking excitedly. The same way Daisy was talking to me on the way up here. The rest of them tackle me, trying to take me down.
Then the screen door is slamming and Spencer is calling off his little minions. “OK, OK, OK. Take pity on Uncle Vic, girls. He’s an old man now.”
They all say, “Awwwww!” But one whispers, “Sissy,” and I know it comes from the Little Mermaid. She’s so fucking bossy.
It’s not just all my nieces here though. Ford’s two kids are here, Five and Kate. Ronin’s two kids are here, Sparrow and Starling. And hell, even Sasha’s kids are here, Lauren and… the fresh one, who is a boy.