The Seduction 3 by Roxy Sloane Page A

over
your face.”
    She stills, whimpering.
Now I’m the one controlling the tempo, sliding inside of her,
rocking back. My balls feel like they’re going to explode, every
slick clench is a fucking miracle.
    “Please,” she begs
me, her knuckles white from gripping the balcony. I can tell it’s
driving her crazy trying to stay cool, to act like I’m not driving
deep inside her right now.
    “Oh God,” she
whispers, shaking. “Vaughn, I’m so close.”
    “I know you are,
baby. Because I get you there, every time.” I rock faster.
    “Yes,” Keely
shudders. “God, yes.”
    “This is what you
want,” I growl, reaching a hand round to tweak her slick clit. She
jolts, clenching around me. “You want every inch of me. You need my
cock like nothing else.”
    “All of you,”
Keely’s breath comes fast. “It’s you, Vaughn. Only you.”
    I withdraw, until just
the tip is nestled in her dripping folds. She sobs in protest, then I
ease back inside her, inch by hard, hot inch. All the way, no fucking
around this time. I impale myself to the hilt in her tight channel
until my balls are crushed up against her, then I grind up.
    Keely goes slack in my
arms.
    I want to get her
there. I need her to feel what she’s doing to me, how she’s the
best fucking thing I’ve ever felt before.
    I hone in on her G-spot
like a nuclear missile, grinding deep, rubbing her from the inside,
over and over, until she breaks, spasming in fucking convulsions
around my cock. The pleasure slams through me, a tidal wave, and I
come, blowing my load deep inside her until her hungry pussy has
milked every drop.
    I hold her tight, and I
never want to let her go.
    Fuck.

14
    KEELY
    I excuse myself to the
bathroom to straighten up, but the minute I lock the cubicle behind
me, I sink back against the wall, overwhelmed.
    Oh my God.
    My heart is racing from
my climax, my body on fire.
    How does he do this to
me?
    Vaughn is right, I am
dirty. Fucking him on the balcony, where anyone could see. Sure, we
were hidden by the barrier, discreetly nestled back in a dark corner
away from the crowd. But anyone could have come exploring, anyone
could have seen.
    Maybe that’s why it
felt so damn good.
    I quickly clean up and
emerge, running cold water over my wrists until my pulse slows. My
reflection stares back at me, flushed and sparkling.
    That was exactly what I
needed.
    So much is riding on
the gala going well. Everyone is watching to see if there’s discord
in the management: if Ashcroft Industries is about to crumble without
the man himself at the wheel. I’ve been so nervous, even chatting
with people downstairs has felt like a huge battle, but now, thanks
to Vaughn and his incredible skills, I feel refreshed and relaxed.
    Ready for war.
    I reapply my makeup and
head back outside. Vaughn said he was going to fetch us some drinks,
so I walk back towards the main stairs. The tribute to Ashcroft
extends up here too: exhibiting old photographs that track the
evolution of the company, capturing the many successes of his life. I
donated some pieces from around the estate, but they found others
too, from old newspaper articles and archives at the office.
    “He was a great man.”
An older guy is browsing the display, leaning heavily on a cane.
    “You knew him?” I
pause.
    The man smiles. “Sure
did. I was one of his first customers, shipping auto parts back in
the day.”
    “That’s amazing.
I’m glad you could be here tonight,” I add.
    “Great guy. Him and
Jack too.” The guy shakes his head. “Tragedy what happened.”
    “Jack?” I freeze.
That was the name on the mystery photograph -- Ashcroft’s old
friend.
    “Great guy,” The
man nods to a photo on the wall. “They founded the company
together. I don’t know what went down, but Jack left a few years
in. Killed himself not long after, terrible business. Great guy,
devoted to his sons.” He gives me a regretful smile. “Time and
fate will get us all one day.”
    The man slowly