Sinning in Vegas (Vegas Morellis 2)

“Oh, of course,” he murmurs lightly, before showcasing that perfection. Gathering my hair in his fist, he uses it to drag my head to the side. “You wanted a taste then, didn’t you, pretty girl? You liked being at my mercy. You wanted me to use this sweet little mouth.”

Oh, God, his words. I arch against him, closing my eyes and nodding my head. I’m not even altogether clear on what I’m agreeing to. He’s filling my mind with his gravelly tone, his rough touch, his body pressing into mine.

He keeps a hold of my hair, but his body lifts off mine and then he’s moving until he’s on his knees beside me, stroking his cock with his free hand.

“Tell me you want it.”

“I want it,” I tell him, need clear in my tone. “I need it. Please.”

“You want to taste it?”

My gaze darts to his. “You said I couldn’t.”

He smiles, liking that I’m respecting his orders even when he isn’t. “You can have a little taste, just none of my cum. I’m saving all that. Think you can follow that rule?”

I nod eagerly, leaning my head toward him and opening my mouth.

“You’re so good at sucking cock, aren’t you?” he asks evenly, stroking himself, then guiding it to my mouth. I open wide and stick out my tongue like I’m trying to catch rain. It reminds me of our first time in the shower when he came on my body. Fuck, that was hot. I close my eyes, thinking of it now as he rests his heavy cock against my tongue. Now that he’s moved his hands, I bring one of mine up to stroke him, to hold him while I run my tongue along the underside and use my lips to leave kisses along his whole length.

When I get to the soft tip, I moan, looking up at him prettily, wordlessly begging for just a little bit. I want him in my mouth. I want to suck him, and then I want him in my throat, but he told me no. I hold his cock and move my head, swiping my tongue around the sides of the tip, but carefully avoiding the indent where I already see a drop of pre-cum. It’s almost painful, having to deny myself when I see it right there. Just one swift move of my tongue and I could taste him—he wouldn’t be able to stop me in time.

Then he’d punish me. I want him to punish me. I should be a brat and disobey.

As if he can sense the direction of my thoughts, he tugs my head and takes his cock away.

“No, that was barely a taste,” I object.

“I see that look in your eye,” he tells me. “You wanted to break my only rule.”

“I’m too hungry for you,” I inform him. “It’s a mean rule.”

Ignoring me, he moves between my legs, lifts them high, and leans down to kiss my pussy again. Arousal flutters in my core and as ridiculous as it is, I almost hope he’ll eat me again. He licks, sucks, and enjoys all the tastes he wants, but I’m not allowed. Big jerkface.

Looking up at me as he slides two fingers deep inside me, he tells me, “Last chance to come to your senses.”

“And suck your cock even though you told me no?” I ask, since that’s the only thing I’m ready to change my mind about.

His lips curve up faintly. “And stop me from claiming this for myself.”

I shake my head. “Nope. You can keep us here for the next year and I won’t change my mind about that.”

Withdrawing his fingers from my core, he grasps his cock and nudges the head between my lips. I clutch the bed sheets, preparing for impact, but he doesn’t move any deeper just yet. He rubs the bare head of his cock against my clit, undoubtedly smearing that first drop of pre-cum inside of me. The thought gets me hot and needy. I want every drop of him inside me. I want him to fuck me, claim me, mark me. I shudder with pleasure as he does it again, at the feel of his smooth skin as he teases my sensitive clit. I look down, wanting to watch. Wanting to see him disappear inside me.

“Fuck me, Sin,” I whisper.

I watch as he fits his cock lower and I feel him at my entrance. I tense up for a second, then remind myself to relax. It only looks like it doesn’t fit; I know it will. He pushes forward a few inches, watching my face as I watch him join us together. Then he shoves forward slowly, until he’s buried all the way to the hilt. I gasp, feeling so fucking full. And I am full—full of Sin. I reach for him and he leans in close. I grab his face and yank him in for a kiss.

“You’re finally inside me,” I murmur against his lips.

His voice is low and rough with need. “I need to move, baby.”

I steal one more kiss, then break away, nodding my head. He pulls his hips back, the aching fullness ebbing, leaving me feeling nearly empty until he thrusts forward and buries himself inside me again. This feels so perfect. He does it a third time and it still stings. I’m so aroused I thought it would be easy passage, but he’s thick and his bare cock doesn’t slide in as easily without a condom. I feel my skin stretching to accommodate him each time he pushes inside me. I need to hold onto him.

I’m greedy for his mouth, so I coax him close again and pepper the corners with kisses, nibbling on his bottom lip. His gaze falls to my breasts, jiggling rapidly with the force of his thrusts. He palms one with his rough hand, running his thumb across the hard nipple.

“All of this belongs to me now. Say it.”

“I belong to you, Sin. Every inch. All of this is yours, only yours.”