The Seduction 4 (4 page)

It’s torment. It’s
agony. It’s un-fucking-believable.

She finds her rhythm,
grinding faster, pressing her clit against me as her pussy swallows
my cock deeper. The haze takes me over. Goddamn, this girl is a
miracle. I’ve never been so close to climax for so fucking long,
and every movement, every tiny bounce just winds me tighter, until I
think I’m going to implode with nuclear force.

Keely slows now. She’s
moaning, crying out with every thrust, but her body can’t keep it
up. The sensation is too much. She falls forwards against my chest,
exhausted but still too far from the edge.

“Vaughn,” she
whimpers, trembling against me.

Please
.
Her eyes beg me.

Fuck yeah, baby. “You
want me to take you there?” I growl, pistoning my hips up to thrust
inside her.

“Yes!” Keely
screams at the impact.

“You want my cock
slamming deep, don’t you baby?” I grab her hips, shoving her body
down hard to meet my next thrust. “So deep, you can’t get there
on your own.”

I pound up into her,
punctuating every promise. “You need me to take you all the way.
You need every fucking inch of me, pounding that pussy until you
can’t even breathe. You need me right here, baby. Right fucking
here.”

With a roar, I slam up
into her, harder and deeper than ever. I find her G-spot, that bundle
of magic, and her whole body jerks up. She screams. Screams, and
keeps on screaming. Every thrust, every deep piston, grinding into
her, taking it all.

“You think it’s
just my cock,” I tell her, “Just nine inches of hard flesh, but
it’s not. It’s all of me.” Gripping her wrists, I suddenly flip
her onto the floor and roll. I shove her legs up high around her ears
and plunge hard into her trembling pussy, deeper than ever.

Fuck. Goddammit that’s
good. So good. So fucking right. Here above her, holding her down.
Her body spread beneath me, right where she belongs. I let out
another roar, fucking her hard and fast.

Keely’s eyes roll
back. She’s coming, coming, but still she sobs for more.

“You need all of me,
baby.” I clench my jaw, fighting not to lose myself in the
friction, fuck, the way her body splits open for me, squeezes me just
right. “Every fucking part. The hands that hold you down while you
beg for more. The mouth that whispers all those dirty hot words you
love. The fingers that slide exactly where you want them, the
deepest, forbidden place.”

I roll us again so
she’s on top, but this time, she’s crushed against my chest, her
body folded double, her gorgeous curve of an ass jutting out above
where her pussy is impaled on my dick. I can’t thrust so deep, but
I don’t need to, not when I ease apart those sweet globes and sink
my finger into the tight flesh, all the way up to my knuckle.

She breaks again,
screaming as I thrust my dick up inside her. Her body convulses
around me, and I’m close to losing it, to coming like I’ve never
fucking come before, but I hold it back, sinking deeper into that
tight, forbidden ring of nerves, pulsing my finger inside.

Keely shatters hard,
screaming louder, yelling my name over and over as I feel her body
clench and shudder desperately around my stiff cock. On and on, the
waves crash through her, and I ride it out inside her, still
thrusting, milking every fucking crest of her climax until she’s
sobbing and I can’t stop it anymore. I can’t hold this monster
climax back. Pleasure grips through my body in a fucking tsunami, and
I explode, unleashing a torrent of hot cum inside her with a
desperate yell as I’m gripped by the most fucking intense climax of
my goddamn life.

KEELY

I drag myself upright,
drunk on pleasure. Vaughn is splayed flat out, his perfect body spent
and gasping.

I feel a surge of
pride. I did that. I taught him what it’s like to need someone so
much you think you’ll die without them.

Maybe now he knows how
I’ve felt like since he’s been gone.

I walk to the bathroom
on unsteady legs, and step into the shower. Of all the things I love
in this elegant triplex apartment, this bathroom is one of the best:
duck egg blue marble and soft gold, mirrors and huge windows. The
multi-jets massage my aching limbs with warm water. My fog of desire
is already melting, leaving me energized and full of focus as I
quickly rinse off under the stream.

I’m back.

The part that’s been
missing since that terrible night at the gala has clicked back into
place now. I’ve been reeling, trying to find something solid to
hold onto in the midst of all the secrets and danger. I should have
known it would be him, all along. Something about Vaughn always makes
me feel better, stronger, braver. Like he’s the man who makes me
the best version of myself.

I wrap a towel around
me and step back into the living room. Vaughn is dressed, buttoning
his shirt.

“What happens now?”
His voice is even, eyes watching me curiously. He’s back to his old
self again, looking devastatingly handsome, but something has changed
between us.

We’re equals in this
now. Both of us scared to trust. Both of us needing each other more
than we can stand.

It’s all on the
table, and there’s only one way forward.

Together.

“Now I have meetings
all afternoon,” I tell him.

“I’m coming with
you.” A look of fierce protectiveness flashes across his face. “I’m
not letting you out of my sight now, not for one minute.”

I shake my head. “No.
I have people keeping me safe. I need you elsewhere.”

Vaughn frowns. “What
do you mean?”

“I need you on the
outside, finding out everything we can about Ashcroft and Brent, what
happened with your father, everything.” I walk over to him and rest
my palms on his chest. “We have to figure out what happened, and
who’s trying to hurt me now. Maybe they’re not connected, but
everything about this company just brings up more questions. I need
answers. We both do.”

Vaughn scowls, but he
nods. “I’ll keep digging,” he says. “I haven’t found
anything yet, but if you can get me the passwords to the archives,
security clearance to look at the old records...”

“I heard someone say
they keep all the old documents in a storage facility out in Queens,”
I remember. “They were finding things for the gala, old photos.
I’ll make a call and get you access.”

I turn away, but Vaughn
reaches out to grab my arm. “Be careful,” he tells me, his voice
low with intensity. “You can’t trust a single person in that
place. Anyone could have pushed you.”

“You think I don’t
know that?” My chest twists, just thinking that someone hates me so
much that they’re capable of causing me harm. “I’ve been over
it a hundred times, trying to figure out who it was. Brent, Carter,
Isabelle, even Cam.”

Vaughn’s face
changes. “What about me?” he asks. “Did you ever think it was
me?”

I stare at him. “What?
No. Not for a second.”

Relief crashes over
him. “How could you be so sure?” he asks, sounding hollow. “You
just found out I’d been lying to you all along, that I wanted
revenge for my father. I should have been top of your list.”

I shake my head firmly.
“Even when you broke my heart in two, I knew you would never lay a
hand on me like that. I may not have known much about you, but I know
that for sure.”

“Thank you,” Vaughn
murmurs. He brings my hand up and presses it against his chest. Over
his heart. “I promise, Keely, I won’t let you down again. You can
trust me now.”

I look into his dark
eyes, and I believe him. I know he won’t ever betray me again.

“And you can trust
me,” I whisper. “You let me in now, Vaughn. Don’t ever shut me
out again. The only way this is going to work is if we do it
together. Total honesty. I can’t take it if you pull away again.”

He chuckles softly.
“Never going to happen, baby.” Vaughn leans down and kisses me on
the lips. A searing promise of a kiss. “You’re stuck with me now.
We’re going to figure this bullshit with Ashcroft Industries out.
And I’m going to fuck you hard every night while we do it,” he
adds, with a wicked glint in his eye. “You don’t even know the
things I’ve been dreaming up for that body. I’m going to make you
come screaming for every second we were apart. Every part, every inch
of you.

“
Everywhere
.”

VAUGHN

We spend the next days
trying to unravel Ashcroft’s fucked-up past -- and figure out a way
to shut down the new threat of a takeover. I spend hours out in the
old archive facility, digging through records and papers, and my
nights claiming Keely’s body again. Branding every inch of her
tender flesh with my tongue, my hands.

My ravenous cock.

It’s different
between us now. I’ve always gotten bored of a girl’s cunt after a
few hard go-arounds: abused it mercilessly, then moved onto the next.
But I want Keely more every day. My lust only growing. My appetite
for her unsatisfied, no matter how much I gorge on her dripping pussy
or blow my load into her hungry, eager mouth.

She’s changed. The
nervous, cock-shy girl I met at the start of this all has been
replaced by a confident woman. She still blushes to hear me talk
dirty, but there’s a new power to her now. She’ll call me up in
the middle of the day and tell me how she’s rubbing her clit,
imagining my mouth on her, driving me crazy so that when she walks
through the door at night, I don’t wait a minute before throwing
her down on her hands and knees and fucking that wet slit until she
screams.

And at work, she’s
finding her feet. Determined to save the company. I have to admire
her for it. Any other girl would have taken the money Brent offered
and run, but Keely cares about saving jobs, protecting her father’s
legacy.

A legacy I had wrong,
all along. One I’m doing my best to help her save, despite the
years I spent cursing his name.

There’s movement
across the street. I snap to attention, picking up my phone and
casually aiming the camera through the restaurant window. I got sick
of the dusty boxes in storage, so I’ve been tailing Brent for a
couple of days now. Why dig through the past when I can get news
straight from the ass’s mouth?

He emerges from the
building. He’s got company. Carter, trailing behind him like a
slimy lapdog, and another guy, older. I recognize him: they’ve met
for lunch twice this week, and now here he is again.

SNAP.

* * *

“It’s the takeover,
it has to be,” I tell Keely when she steals away from work to meet
me at the apartment. I show her the photos I’ve taken. “It’s
the only thing Brent cares about right now. The vote’s coming up.
He wouldn’t waste his time on someone who isn’t involved.”

“You’re right,”
Keely says, leaning closer. She slides her arms around my waist from
behind. “Maybe he’s a shareholder, and Brent is trying to swing
his vote?”

“No, I checked. This
is an outsider. Maybe he’s from the company, Excaliber Finance. You
said the corporation is a front, that you don’t know who’s in
charge.”

“How can we find out
for sure? We’re running out of time.” Keely slides her hands over
my chest, and bites down lightly on my shoulder.

Blood rushes to my
cock.

“Easy tiger,” I
warn her, smiling.

She giggles against me.
“I missed you. All this sneaking around...”

“It’s safer this
way.” I turn to face her, sliding my hands to grip her peach of an
ass. She’s in one of her classy work outfits, all silk blouse and
tight pencil skirt, the kind I just want to rip right off her.
“Whoever’s trying to hurt you, we don’t want them to know you
have an ally now. Hopefully, they’ll fuck up and reveal
themselves.”

“But it’s so hard
without you.” Keely trails her hands lower, stroking over my
rapidly-stiffening dick. She bites her lip, a teasing glint in her
eyes. “I know I should be focused on the company right now, but I
keep wishing you could walk right in my office and fuck me over my
desk.”

Dammit.

I shove her skirt
higher and grip her thighs, lifting her up. Keely wraps her legs
around my waist, her hands already moving down between us to unbuckle
my belt and release my straining cock from its cotton prison.

“Sorry, baby, no
desk,” I growl, carrying her across the room. “You’ll just have
to settle for the wall.”

I shove her hard
against it. Keely gasps. “It’ll do.” She grins, guiding me to
her wet entrance. I piston hard, slamming inside her in a single
stroke. She cries out in shock, jerking back against the wall.

I fuck her deep again.
Keely wraps herself around me, gyrating down on my cock.

Fuck.

She’s so warm, so
wet. So tight. I slam into her, loving every scream. I drive deeper,
harder, until her body is clenching wildly around me.

“I’m close!” she
gasps, tits bouncing under their filmy blouse. Fuck it. I rip her
shirt open, baring those mounds of sweet flesh, all bound up in
virginal white lace.

“You’re playing the
innocent, huh sweetheart?” I grin, slowing my strokes. Now I’m
angling up, grinding against her clit. Keely bounces harder, using
her thighs to lift herself up and down, impaling herself on my whole
engorged shaft.

“I knew you’d like
it,” she says, panting for breath. “You love it when I look all
sweet, and fuck you like your little whore.”

I groan, so fucking
turned on to hear her talk like that. I swear I grow another inch
inside of her.

“I fantasized about
you all through an accounts meeting,” Keely adds, thrusting her
breasts against me. I close my mouth around one sweet nipple, sucking
through the lace then nipping down so hard she yelps. “I got wet,
imaging you just like this. Your cock deep inside me, so hard and
thick, filling me up.”