What Happens in Vegas

I closed my eyes, inhaling slowly, deeply. I was absolutely intoxicated by her. I just wanted to stand there, drinking her in. Basking in her gorgeousness, as the knot in my pants tightened…

In the process, I forgot all about my hands. I let them drop.

“Bah!” she spat, whipping to look over her shoulder. “Just as I thought: a pussy. All talk, and no—”

My hands shot to her ankles as she tried to crawl away. I yanked her back from the other side of the bed, as easily as if she weighed nothing.

“Oh!’”

I worked my buckle, my belt, my zipper — my hands moving with a mind all their own. My boxers went down as well. It all happened so fast.

Seconds later we were skin to skin. I was pressing hard against her silken channel. Sliding my thick, heavy erection between those warm, shapely thighs.

“This,” I growled, leaning low over her back. I nudged the bulbous head against her thong-covered mound. “You wanted this?”

I saw her respiration change, her breathing go shallow. Something inside her had broken.

“Yes.”

The shift was almost immediate. Her legs began quivering. She arched her back.

“Tell me again.”

“YES.”

My fingers slid downward, applying rough pressure as I cupped her sex. She was spectacularly wet. Soaked through, to be more accurate.

With a flick of my thumb I pried her panties aside, exposing her. Laying her bare.

She gasped at the feel of my thick, swollen crown. I stopped for a moment, keeping it poised tantalizingly at her warm, glistening entrance.

“The headboard…” she somehow managed to squeak. For some reason she inched forward again on the linens. Her fingers curled into talons, trying to claw her way across the shimmering ocean of satin. “Do me up against—”

The fingers of my right hand sifted their way into her hair. I rolled the knuckles and pulled hard, arching her back with a moan.

“Now who’s running away?”

I felt her relent, her body relax and surrender. With a groan of submission, she turned and buried her cheek against the comforter. Face down, ass up, she looked like the statue of some perverted, porcelain goddess.

“Do it then,” she moaned, breathlessly.

“Do what?” I growled into her ear.

She swallowed bitterly, like she was taking medicine. Then she answered.

“FUCK ME.”

I rose up and crashed down, sinking gloriously into her. Plunging all the way into her depths, as my brain overloaded with pleasure.

God…

Damn.

Her lips were pursed, open just enough to let out a sharp hiss of air. In the semi-darkness, I saw her brows come together. Her expression could’ve been pain, or sheer ecstasy, or anywhere in between.

“Ohhhhh…”

She moaned, and I got my answer. She reached back for me with both arms. Ten sharp fingernails dug deep into the flesh of my ass, breaking the skin. Pulling me into her.