Submitting in Vegas (Vegas Morellis 3)

“Take it all, don’t complain,” he snaps.

I do my best to relax my throat, to make it easier for him to slide in and out of the narrow channel. He’s too big, my throat too unaccustomed to this. He pushes deeper than he was a moment ago, still not all the way. I try to pull back, but all I can do is bang his hand against the wall—he has me pinned too effectively.

When I bang his hand, he pulls his hips back to give me a break.

I place a steadying hand on the floor, sucking in a breath.

“Take your shirt off,” he commands.

I reach for the hem of my tank top and yank it over my head, tossing it aside.

“Look up at me.”

I do. His brown eyes are hot with interest, and that renews my enthusiasm. Tentatively wrapping my fingers around him and pumping, I duck my head and run the flat of my tongue along the underside of his dick.

“Mm, yes,” he says, approvingly. “You like licking my cock, Virginia?”

“Yes,” I say, before licking him base to tip again.

21

Rafe

Virginia looks up at me as her lips stretch to take my cock into her mouth again. What she lacks in experience she makes up for in enthusiasm, plunging forward and taking as much of me into her throat as she can. So sweet, so eager to please, so full of my cock.

Her throat rebels and tries to expel my dick. She leans back to suck in another breath, but I’m ready to move on. Grabbing her arm and hauling her up off the floor, I leave my cock out and drag her down the hall. Since her apartment is roughly 4 square feet, we get to her bedroom pretty quickly.

I shove open the door, pushing her in ahead of me. Her bed is messy as hell, just like it was last night. She must not make her bed. Now that she’s sober and aware of the mess, she climbs on and tries to straighten the pillows, but I don’t have time for that. I climb on the bed behind her, yanking her pajama pants down. She’s already on her hands and knees. I don’t even fully undress her, just shove her panties down until I can get to her pussy and shove myself inside her.

She hisses as I slide inside her. Probably still sore from last night, but she bears down and takes it.

“Oh, God,” she murmurs, dropping to her forearms on the bed.

“Lower,” I tell her.

She gasps as I move my cock inside her, but lowers her upper body closer to the bed, keeping her ass up.

“Perfect,” I tell her, smacking her on the ass like I did last night. I pull back and drive my cock

inside her tight pussy again. Virginia’s low groan is gratifying. I was mad at her last night, but today I’ll make up for it. Today I’ll let her come—at least twice, even if it’s a quickie.

Fuck, thinking of last night makes me even harder. I slam inside her, wondering if I should give her a safe word. I’m not even supposed to be fucking her anymore, so she shouldn’t need one, but her telling me her pussy is off the menu for me makes me want it even fucking more.

“You like that, Virginia?” I ask, slamming my cock into her.

“Yes, God, yes,” she says, between moans. “Take my pussy. Fuck me harder, Rafe.”

Now she’s speaking my language. “That’s right. That’s what this pussy is here for, isn’t it? For me to pound my fucking cock into.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she murmurs, writhing against the bed. “Rafe. Oh, God, you feel so good inside me.”

“Are you sore from last night?”

“Yes. But it doesn’t matter,” she adds quickly, lest I mistake that for her wanting me to take it easy on her.

She’s everything I like in a good fuck—tight, responsive, eager to do whatever I want. From the sounds of her moaning, the sight of her writhing, you’d think my cock slamming inside of her is the single greatest experience of her life. It’s hot as hell when they’re that into it. There is nothing sexier than a woman who loves to be fucked. I would have honestly never pegged Virginia as being one of them, but that just makes me like it more.

Maybe it’s because it’s me, and she has a thing for me. Not like most women have a thing for me—not because of my looks or my money, but because she likes me, the whole fucked up package. She goes out of her way to please me, to take care of my needs. That has never included her pussy before, but I’ve specifically never broached that line with her. Maybe that’s why I can fuck her so mercilessly right now and know she’s into it. I don’t worry she’ll change her mind, that it’ll be too much and she’ll need me to stop. I know she wants what I’m giving her. I know when she cries out every time I drive myself deep into her already sore pussy, she means it.