Sinning in Vegas (Vegas Morellis 2)

I’m not sure if this talk is for him or for me, but as long as he keeps riding me like he is, he can say whatever he wants.

“He’ll know I made you mine last night,” he adds, thrusting deep.

“I’ve always been yours,” I tell him.

He releases my hair and pushes on my back, urging my upper body closer to the mattress, then tilting my ass a little higher. When he slides into me again, I gasp, squeezing the fistful of bedding closest to me. Anchoring one hand on my hip, he slips the other one between my thighs and starts teasing my clit while he fucks me.

“Oh, God,” I murmur, closing my eyes.

“Spread your legs a little wider,” he tells me.

I inch each knee out a little more before he slams into me again. My clit seems more sensitive now as he plays with it. He’s relentless and it’s hard to stay still, but when I start to move, he lets go of his hip anchor and swats me on the ass. Excite

ment jumps in my belly at the unexpected spanking.

“Ass up. It drops, I smack it,” he tells me.

Pleasure moves through my loins in waves just from his words, then combined with his finger inside me and his dick pounding into my pussy, I’m stuck in a controlled pleasure vortex. Trying to obey, but so tempted not to. I like when he spanks me, but I like when he holds onto my hip and fucks me, too. The force of his thrusts makes it impossible to stay in one spot on the bed, so the fabric chafes my nipples as he fucks me. It all feels so good.

My legs begin to shake as his finger against my clit gets to be too much. The shaking causes my ass to drop. His finger abandons my clit and I gasp, my eyes popping open. Before I can object, he smacks my ass again.

“What did I tell you?” he asks.

“Oh, God, I was so close.”

He pulls his dick out of me, grabs a fistful of hair, and uses it to drag me upright against his chest. I gasp as his arm moves around my neck like a bar, locking across my throat. “Only good girls get orgasms.”

My heart stalls and I melt back against him, reaching back to loop my arm around his neck. “I am your good girl.”

“Yeah?” he murmurs.

I nod my head and turn my face, needing a kiss. He bends just enough to claim my lips, then he breaks away and shoves me back down on the bed.

“Last chance. Ass up, pretty girl.”

I plant my hands on the bed and thrust my ass in the air. I want that damn orgasm, but more than that, I want to please him. He grabs my hips and shoves his hard cock back into me, pushing on my back to remind me to lower my upper body. I drop lower, keeping my ass up, and once I hit the magic angle, his dick sliding against my walls feels incredible. Every thrust pushes me higher, then he locks in, fucking me hard and fast. My heart races in my chest. I clutch at the sheets and he mercilessly assaults what must be my G-spot, because my whole vagina explodes and sends pleasure shrapnel shooting all over my body.

“Sin, oh my God,” I cry out, grasping helplessly at the bedding like it can help me.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he tells me. “Hang in there, baby.”

“Oh, God,” I whine.

With a few more thrusts, he groans and pushes deep, emptying himself inside me. There’s almost no strength left in my body, but I use what I have to keep my ass up until he releases my hip and pulls out of me.

Then I collapse on my side, rolling over to look at him. God, he’s beautiful. I don’t know how he’s still standing, but his shirt hangs open so I can see his toned abs. He didn’t even take his pants off, just unzipped and pulled his cock out. Now he’s tucking himself back inside his slacks and zipping up, his eyes on me.

“See, I’m up now,” I murmur.

His lips curve up faintly as he buttons his shirt up. “Good. Now, get your pretty little ass in the kitchen.”

“Still hot,” I tell him. He starts to walk away, so I call after him, “Wait, what about my cuddles?”

“I’ll cuddle the shit out of you later,” he promises. “Right now I have a meeting.”

“Here?” I question, pushing myself up into a sitting position.

“Yep,” he says, already on his way out of the bedroom.