Thrown Down (Made in Jersey #2)(37)

Already, the high, inner section of her thighs was beginning to spasm, but Vaughn must have felt the tremors, because he pinned her limbs onto the bed. “Y-yes,” she cried out through clenched teeth. “Yes, you can have me.”

She clapped a hand over her mouth to stop from screaming when Vaughn’s tongue began to flick against her clit relentlessly, making it swell above the deep, resonating buzz of lust. “Love everything about this *. My too-tight second home,” he said, laying a hot, tongue kiss over her sensitive nub, before rising above River and planting a hand on the mattress. A gruff breath heaved past Vaughn’s lips as he thrust into her, his foul curse coloring the air. “And you…you’re my first home, Riv. Always have been,” he said shakily. “But I’m about to demolish you.”

Reunion. Her mind and body synched for the first time in years. She gasped for air and felt her lungs fill to a capacity she’d forgotten them capable of. The evidence of their irrevocable attraction pulsed between her legs, stretching flesh that remembered him, craved him. Thrills raced up her middle, starting at the point he ended and River began, although that line blurred and vanished when Vaughn dragged her hips to the bed’s edge. She expected their first time in four years to be fast and hard, but Vaughn’s heated expression told her he had other plans.

When Vaughn knelt on the floor, he took River with him, holding her against the mattress drop-off until only the tip of his huge erection remained inside her. And then he let go, allowing River to slip down and impale herself with a close-mouthed scream.

Vaughn’s head fell back, sensual mouth opening on a long, vile fuuuuck. “I could have done so much more with all those hours together, Riv. I think about how I missed out on taking you in so many different positions. God, all the ways I could have banged you if I’d just had some patience.” His hips ground in an up and back pattern beneath her, creating a sweet sizzle in her clit as his body massaged her at the deepest possible point. “It was all about getting inside you, wearing you out, slapping my balls up against that schoolgirl ass. I still want to, don’t I? I’d like to flip you over and get my nut, but I’m a man now. And you’re going to be treated like a woman on my watch. Say my name if you understand me.”

“Vaughn,” she breathed, widening her thighs and attempting to ride him, but big hands on her backside kept her seated and still. “Vaughn. Vaughn.”

“That’s the only name you’ll ever say on the way to an orgasm.”

River’s nod was frantic, her teeth beginning to chatter, courtesy of the desire grabbing hold of her nervous system, of every part of her. With that silent agreement, Vaughn surged up, positioning her bottom just beneath the edge of the mattress, hooking his arms beneath her knees. Then he began to drill into her slowly. A nasty, yet unhurried entering of her body. A torturous slide out. The mind-blowing journey back to her stopping point. The hot press of his balls against the crease of her backside. “Oh…faster, please,” River sobbed. “Too long. It’s been too long.”

“What did I say about that begging? It’s my goddamn turn,” Vaughn reminded her hoarsely, craning his neck to suck a pebbled nipple between his lips. And when he spoke again, his gaze was fastened between her spread legs. “Can I have this * for myself again? Please, River? Give it back to your buck for safe keeping.”

A shudder drove through her like a hundred mile an hour wind. The word yes bounced up and down on her tongue, but it wouldn’t come out. Some shred of self-preservation begged her not to make the almighty decision when her body was on fire. And it was. She was engulfed by a blaze that had never really gone out, but had been renewed even hotter than before.

It was clear from the inferno reflecting back in Vaughn’s eyes that he didn’t appreciate her hesitation. The pace of his thrusts grew more biting, more insistent, his flesh entering her with hard slaps. “My baby doll needs more persuading, does she?” He added a twist of his hips to the sensuous pattern in which he drove into River’s body. There was a stiff set to his jaw, but those brown eyes were pleading and desperate, calling to the organ in her chest. “Please, oh God, please. I can’t live on memories anymore.” He fell forward, planting his sweat-dappled face against her neck. “I’ve hated my cock. I’ve abused it, because it wasn’t making you come. I’ve been so rough with it, holding off until a single thought of you could make me bust in my pants. It’s been my enemy.” His rush of breath slithered through her hair. “Because it wasn’t here where it was supposed to be, satisfying these dirty little needs I created in you. I did, didn’t I? Made a good girl dirty?”

“Yes,” she wailed up at the ceiling. During Vaughn’s speech, the pumps of his hips had lost their rhythm, but River’s pulse still accommodated the erratic beats, matching it, made for it. “You made me dirty.”

His answering growl was accompanied by the last vestige of his control slipping. River felt the snap, felt the impact of restraint being lost. He began thrusting into her so hard the upper half of her body bowed back, hands fisting in her own hair. She could feel the rebounding of her breasts with every pounding of Vaughn’s body, and that sexual hyperawareness was heaven, earth, and everything in between. Especially when Vaughn’s teeth raked down the center of her body, from her cleavage, downward.