The Seduction 2 (9 page)

For the first time, I’m the one making the
first move. Tonight, I need to lose myself in him.

And this time, I won’t hold back.

17

VAUGHN

The doorbell drags me away from my computer
screen. Fuck. I slam my laptop shut with a crash and sweep the
printouts into a drawer. I’ve spent long enough on this twisted
trip down memory lane. I need to get it out of my head before I
lose my fucking mind.

“What?” I demand, yanking the door open.

It’s her.

Keely fucking Fawes. The woman I’ve been
trying my best to push away, and she’s here in front of me. Looking
like she wants to rip all her clothes off and spread wide right
there on my doorstep. Biting her juicy lip in a way that makes me
need to drag her inside and fuck that ripe mouth until she can’t
take it anymore.

“What do you want?” I demand, my cock
already stiff just at the sight of her. I swore I wouldn’t get any
deeper, but fuck, a man can only take so much.

She blinks, frozen for a moment. Then those
wet lips form in a single word.

“You.”

Lust crashes through me. “Don’t test me,
sweetheart,” I force the words through gritted teeth. “If you know
what’s good for you, you’ll get the fuck out of here, and never
look back.”

She shakes her head. “I want you,” she says
again, the sweetest fucking sound in the world. “I don’t care what
you’re hiding, or what it is you want. I just need you. All of
you.”

Fuck yeah.

With a growl, I step out onto the deck and
shove her up against the wall before she can say another word. I
claim her mouth with a hard kiss as I yank up her skirt and drive
my fingers deep inside her wet pussy.

So fucking wet for me.

“It’s a good thing you’re already dripping,”
I growl, flexing my fingers, making her moan. “Because you know,
I’m going to tear you apart.”

She shudders, her mouth dropping wide open.
It’s just begging to be filled, so I yank my hand out and push my
fingers into her mouth, forcing her to taste her own juices. She
licks eagerly, sounding another desperate moan.

Fuck yeah, you want me baby. You need my
cock so much, you can barely stand.

I grab her hips and spin her around, bending
her over the railing. Her body tenses with shock. We’re outside,
only a thin screen of trees dividing us from the street and in full
view of any lucky neighbors watching across the canyon, but I don’t
give a damn. She’s going to come screaming right here, right
now.

I’ve waited long enough.

I grab a condom from my back pocket and
unzip my jeans, holding her down with one hand. My cock is hard and
hungry, leaping as I slide on the rubber. I hike up her skirt, yank
those panties down and land a sharp slap across her ass.

She shrieks, jolting against the balcony
railing as I spank her again. This time, the cry turns to a breathy
moan. She thrusts her ass back towards me, gripping hold of the
metal to brace herself.

More? Fuck, I’ll give you more.

I fist her hair in my hand and yank, pulling
her head back so her body is arched and ready. “You fucking love
it, don’t you?” I demand, raining another hard slap against that
peach of an ass. “You love it when I make you hurt. You want to be
sore and used by me. You want my cock so deep you’ll be aching for
days.”

“Yes,” Keely whimpers, moaning. She writhes
against me, rubbing her ass against my cock. “I want it all.”

I reach around and grab her juicy breasts,
pinching at her tight nipples. She cries out again, and fuck, if my
cock doesn’t swell another inch just to hear the desperation in her
voice.

“Beg, dammit,” I order her, struggling to
keep control. I’ve never been so close to the edge, like if I sink
inside her wet flesh, I’ll be lost forever. She’s not the one in
charge here. I am. I have to be.

“Please,” she cries, her voice echoing into
the night. “Please, Vaughn, I need you. Fill me up. Please, fuck
me.”

With a roar, I shove her body down flat over
the railing and slam inside her in a single thrust, impaling her
lush body on nine hard inches of hungry cock.

Fuck.

She’s so goddamn tight, I think I’m going to
lose my mind. Keely lets out a whimper of pain. That’s right, baby.
That’s what a real man feels like, tearing you up inside.

I thrust deeper, forcing her tight cunt
wider than it’s ever been stretched before. Goddamn, that feels so
fucking good.

But Keely is still resisting me. She can’t
cope with my thick invasion, she’s only used to limp little dicks,
not this monster of a cock. “Wait,” she gasps, Vaughn.”

I clamp a hand over her mouth and slam into
her again, grinding deeper inside until I’m buried to the hilt. I
rock my hips so my cock rubs high against her walls, finding the
knot of nerves most women don’t even know exists.

Meet your G-spot, baby. Now my dick is going
to give you a VIP tour.

Keely goes slack with shock. Then she
groans, arching back against me. “Oh my god!”

Damn right, that feels good.

I pull out, then slam into her again,
feeling every clench of her pussy around me like a fucking vice. A
shudder rocks through her body. She gasps for air.

“I can’t believe...” She tries to string the
words together. “You’re so deep.”

I’m not here for fucking small-talk, so I
thrust, sending her body slamming forwards with every stroke. Deep.
Deeper. Fuck. She climaxes with a scream, contracting violently
around my cock, her juices rushing hot and wet.

You like that, baby? I’m not done with you
yet.

Keely is still sobbing with pleasure, broken
in my arms, but I don’t wait. I don’t go slow. I fuck her rough
just like I promised. Thrusting deep into that juicy pussy, yanking
her hair back, slapping her ass bright red. Soon, she’s screaming
again, grinding back onto my cock, her tits bouncing hard,
desperate for more.

I growl against her, my balls tightening.
Fuck. This is an epic climax looming, a goddamn tornado, and every
plunge into her clenching cunt sends a new crash of power slamming
through my body. I’m going to lose it. I’m going to fucking lose my
mind.

“Vaughn!” Keely slams her ass back into me
with each new pounding. She chants my name over and over, taking me
deeper, grinding against my cock. Dear God, I never thought she
could be this good. I’ve fucked a thousand women, but never like
her. She’s slick and dripping, so fucking tight, so fucking
good.

The haze begins to take me over, tension
tight in my balls, shuddering the way up my shaft. “Yes!” she
screams, desperate for every inch of me. “Oh God, Vaughn, I’m
coming, I’m coming!”

She breaks, clenching in epic spasms around
my dick, fucking squeezing it to death. The pressure is a goddamn
miracle. I come with a roar, crashing over the edge of sanity,
unleashing a hot torrent of cum inside her, the clench of her
orgasm milking me dry as the world implodes to nothing.

Fuck. Fuck!

I grip her sobbing body tight in my arms,
until finally the tidal wave ebbs away. I pull out, tossing the
condom over the balcony. My heart is racing like a jackhammer. I
can’t believe how fucking good that was.

Keely moves against me, coming back to life.
Right now is when I’m usually done with a woman. I got what I came
for, shot my load.

End of story.

Instead, I find myself lifting her up and
carrying her inside the house. I walk all the way to the bedroom
and set her down in the middle of my bed. I strip my jeans off, and
turn to undress her, peeling her blouse and skirt from her damp
body as she looks up at me in a daze.

Her face is flushed, her pupils dilated. She
looks beautiful. Well-fucked, just the way she’s supposed to
be.

I feel something clench in my chest. I fight
it, hard. A part of me hoped that fucking her would break her hold
over me, like once my cock had claimed its satisfaction, she’d be
nothing but a wet, used pussy to me like the rest of them: ridden
hard and put away wet.

But looking into those big brown eyes, my
cock stiffens all over again. I still want her, in every position,
every way. I want her tied down to my bedposts, I want her choking
on my cock. I want to claim her virgin asshole, and show that pussy
a million ways to come.

I’m in deep now, and there’s no going
back.

18

KEELY

Oh. My. God.

I lay reeling on Vaughn’s bed as he finishes
peeling my clothes off. My head is spinning, my body aches with a
deep, sweet pleasure like nothing I’ve ever known.

That was the most amazing, mind-blowing, raw
animal sex of my life.

“What changed your mind?”

Vaughn’s voice comes, pulling me out of the
afterglow. I lift my head, that’s all I can manage. He’s at the
foot of the bed, looking down at me with a hungry stare. To my
disbelief, I can see his cock already getting hard.

Again?

I’m sore and aching, I’ve never been taken
so roughly in my life. But still, the thought of him burying
himself inside me sends a new wave of desire rippling through my
body.

“You’ve been pushing me away for weeks,”
Vaughn teases. He grips my ankles, yanking my thighs apart and
smirking at the view. “Why did you show up here tonight? Couldn’t
live without my dick a single minute more?”

He traces his hands up my thighs, and
strokes up, across my clit. I gasp at the pained pleasure. “Too
soon.” I try to stop him, but he moves my hand aside.

“Your body can handle it,” he tells me with
a dark grin. “You don’t know it yet, but you can come a dozen times
over, and still be ready for more.”

I fall back on the bed. He strokes again,
softer, sliding his fingers around my slick nub until I’m writhing.
“So, talk to me,” he insists.

It takes a moment to remember he asked me a
question. “Vaughn,” I whimper. “I don’t... I can’t think when you
do that.”

“Try harder.”

I take a deep breath, trying desperately to
keep it together while he strokes my clit in a dizzying rhythm. “I
found out something,” I manage to say. “Something that made me
realize, I didn’t want to wait.”

He slides two fingers inside me, and I yelp,
arching up against his hand.

“What was it?”

I gasp for air. Vaughn crawls over my body,
lowering his mouth to suck on a nipple. I squeak at the sharp
pleasure, bucking against his mouth. “Answer me,” he demands,
amusement in his eyes. “Remember the rules. You give me everything
I want, or I punish you.”

I moan. God, I love it when he punishes
me.

As if reading my mind, he takes one tight
bud between his teeth and nips hard. Ouch! I shriek. “And I promise
you, baby, it won’t be so fun as the last time.”

He nips my nipple again, and I cry out at
the delicious pain. “OK, OK, I’m sorry, I’ll tell you
everything.”

He sits back, letting me get my head
together. His fingers are still stroking between my thighs, sending
ripples of pleasure through my body, but he goes slow, waiting for
my answer.

I gulp for air, and try to function. “You
know that client of mine, Ashcroft?” I ask.

Vaughn’s hand stills. “What about him?” he
asks, in a low voice.

“Well, I didn’t tell you, but when he died,
he left everything to me.” I pause, seeing his jaw clench. I know,
he doesn’t want this getting personal. He’s made it clear he’s not
interested in talking, but he asked -- and for some reason, I find
I want to confide in him.

I’ve carried all this alone since it
happened. Justine doesn’t get it, but I remember, Vaughn lost his
father too. Maybe he can understand how this news has turned my
life upside down.

I take a breath and continue. “We didn’t
know why he put me in the will, but they had a DNA test done. It
turns out, he’s my father. Ashcroft was my dad.”

Vaughn releases me. He gets to his feet,
turning away from me. I feel a lurch of regret.

“Why are you telling me this?” Vaughn
demands. He turns back, and I can see, there’s a weird tension in
his eyes. “What’s this about?”

“Nothing,” I reply, confused. I reach for
the blanket, trying to cover myself up. “You asked what happened,
and I’m telling you. Finding out about Ashcroft, it changed
everything. I realized, I didn’t want to let you slip out of my
life the way he did. I never knew my real father, it made me think,
what else I didn’t want to miss out on when I had the chance.”

Vaughn’s expression relaxes, just a
little.

“You didn’t know you were his kid?” he
demands.

I shake my head. “Never. It turns out, my
mom had a relationship with him before she even met my dad. They
broke up right around the time she got pregnant. I guess he never
wanted me around.”

I look down, feeling the sting of rejection
for the first time. I didn’t have time to think about this part:
how Ashcroft could pretend like I didn’t exist for over twenty
years.

I’m surprised when Vaughn moves to sit
beside me on the bed. “Hey, it’s OK,” he tells me, placing a gentle
hand on my arm. “You’re better off this way. Some people just go
through life wreaking havoc and destruction. They don’t care about
the mess they leave behind.”

I look into his eyes, and wonder if he’s
talking about his father. A suicide like that, it must have
destroyed him as a young boy.

“So Ashcroft left you everything?” Vaughn
exhales.

I nod, self-conscious. “I still don’t
understand it, but yes. The company, estate, it’s all mine.”

“What are you going to do?”

I give a helpless shrug. “I don’t know. The
company headquarters are in New York. I guess I should go out
there, figure out how everything works. And I should meet his
adopted kids again, face to face. Maybe I can make them see, I’m
not trying to take anything away from them. But... I’m scared,” I
admit. “This is so big, I don’t know how I’m going to deal with it
all on my own.”