“Yes… close… please,” I gasp, hands everywhere, tumbling toward release. “Come for me, baby,” he growls, gripping my ass in one huge hand and tipping my hips into his. And I’m there. Falling over the edge. Coming around Vaughn’s hard thrusts. Crying out his name as pleasure and relief fist within me, gripping and releasing in wave after wave, until I fall limp and Vaughn goes tense above me. Another thrust and he holds himself deep inside, pulsing hot as he follows me over.
