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Staying in Vegas (Vegas Morellis 1)

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He doesn’t. I can’t breathe properly, the pleasurable tension inside me coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke of his tongue.

And then it hits, and it hits hard. I need to grab onto something, some anchor, but I can’t. My hands clench as his tongue triggers fireworks exploding everywhere in my body, in my mind. I don’t just moan his name, I scream it. I scream it twice, and then a third time. Pleasure still racks me. Dragging the flat of his tongue across my sensitive pussy, he gives it one last kiss before withdrawing.

“Oh, my god,” I murmur, breathlessly. “Oh, my god.” I pull at the cuffs, even though I’m weak. That orgasm was incredible, and I’m so grateful, I want to swallow him whole. I don’t know if he’s ready again, but I need to find out. “Please get these off me.”

Sin has to climb over to the bedside table to get the key, and when he does, I see that he is, in fact, hard again. Oh, thank God. He frees my left hand first since it’s tied to his side of the bed, then he straddles me to unlock the second one. As soon as I’m free, I bring my hands up to grab that incredible ass of his and urge him higher.

He cocks an eyebrow, but knee crawls higher up my body. Relief pours through me like the pleasure did a moment ago when his hard cock nudges my breast. I grab it and stroke him, then bring my head up to lick the smooth tip. I look up at Sin’s face when I hear him sigh with pleasure. I want more of that. I want to look up at him like this while I get him off.

“Fuck my face,” I tell him.

His eyes open wide and he looks down at me. “Yeah?”

I nod.

“You done this before?”

I don’t know if he’s asking because he wants to do something to me Rafe hasn’t, or because he’s not sure I’ll be able to handle it. “No, not yet.”

Appearing faintly amused, he runs his big, scarred hand across my jawline in an expression of teasing tenderness. “Your mouth will be too full of my cock to use your safe word.”

He’s teasing me, but he’s also not. He’s warning me that this isn’t the same as sucking his dick—I won’t be able to stop him, even if I want to. Wariness grabs me, but I ignore it. When he takes my power, it turns me on. I know what I want. “That’s okay.”

I guess one warning is all I get, because now he shifts his weight above me, his muscular thighs on either side of my head. My heart kicks up several speeds and I take a deep breath. His dark gaze holds mine as he guides me, one hand grasping his cock, the other pressing on my chin until I open my mouth for him.

“You want me, Laurel?”

Everything within me softens. I’m so glad he freed my wrists, because I can reach my hand up to cradle his face in my hand. “Yes, I do.”

So he gives it to me.

It’s easy at first. He starts off tender, not going all the way, just letting me suck on him to get started. I’m comfortable with that. I love the feel of him in my mouth. It’s intoxicating that he has all the control, and I please him as he allows. He nudges a little more of his cock into my mouth and I run my tongue along the underside. He seems to like that. Without warning, he tilts his hips and pushes deeper. I relax my throat muscles so I can take him when he pushes all the way to the back again. He stays like that for a moment, giving me time to adjust to him lodged all the way inside me.

I wrap one hand around his thigh and brace the other on his side. Since he sees I can breathe and I’m not panicking, I guess, he starts moving his hips. I thought this would be more similar to going down on him, but it only takes a minute before I realize how wrong I was.

This is nothing like going down on him. There is far more to this—his complete power over me is more prevalent than the dick in my throat. He did warn me I wouldn’t be able to stop him if I let

him take me this way, but as he picks up the pace, that becomes clearer. This is more aggressive, an act of domination even if it was my idea. The act itself is not physically comfortable, but I love looking up at him like this, watching him use my mouth for his pleasure. Every time he forces his cock down my throat, my arousal ratchets up.

Sin keeps an eye on me, but it’s when his head falls back and his eyes drift shut that I fly highest. I want him to let loose. I want him to own my mouth, to pound his cock inside it, to do whatever he wants to do to it. To me. I want him to fuck me so badly, but I know even if he might have before, he won’t now. Not tonight. He’s had my mouth twice, so it’s unlikely my pussy will get a turn.

He pushes too hard, too deep and I gag. He pulls out, his gaze attentive. “You all right?”

I suck in a breath, nodding my head.

“Scratch me if you can’t breathe, okay? I can’t go too hard on you because you’re pregnant; we have to do this carefully. No breath play when you’re pregnant. It’s not safe. Understand?”

I nod that I understand, but he narrows his eyes like he doesn’t quite trust me. I’m the one taking a cock down my throat, and he’s the one who isn’t sure he can trust me.

He eases his cock back into my mouth, playing in the shallow end at first. I have no complaints. I love sucking on him, and it’s even hotter looking up at him like this. Both of the other times I’ve sucked him, he has been on his back on the bed. Next time I take his cock, I want to kneel for him. Then I can still look up at him like this, but I won’t be quite as helpless if it gets too intense.

He lets me suck him for a while before he pushes himself deep again.

“You like my cock in your throat, Laurel?”

I’m presently too full of said cock to sufficiently nod, but the hunger in my eyes must be an adequate answer because he smiles. God, his smile.

“That’s right; you’re a good girl, aren’t you?” He pulls out of my throat, grabbing my hand and guiding it to his cock. “Lick. Not too sloppy. I don’t like too sloppy.”



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