Submitting in Vegas (Vegas Morellis 3)

Virginia doesn’t have a fake bone in her body, and that’s why I shouldn’t be fucking her right now. I should not be fucking up the single healthy relationship I have with a woman, and shoving my cock inside her several times after telling her we needed to cool things off is going to do just that.

I can’t stop, though. I know I should, I just don’t want to.

Instead of stopping, I pull my cock out of her and roll her over. She falls onto her back easily. Her face is flushed as she smiles up at me. I drag off her pajama bottoms and panties, tossing them on the floor behind me so she’s only wearing her bright red bra. I should take that off her too, but I like the way it looks when her tits bounce, and I’m about to get a whole lot more bounce out of her once I start fucking her again.

First, I straddle her. Then I grab her, yanking her against me and slanting my mouth over hers. Her eyes close as I take her mouth. Her soft lips open wider as my tongue sweeps in to deepen the kiss. Her fingers slide through my hair, the other arm wrapped around my neck to keep me close. I slide my hand up her thigh, feeling her gasp against my mouth as my fingers inch higher. She loves when I touch her.

Her fingers move down my neck, her nails lightly grazing the sensitive skin there. Chills spread everywhere. I let go of her neck and break the kiss, shoving her back down on the mattress. “Spread your legs.”

Her legs open for me, then a sigh slips out of her as I use two fingers to rub her pussy.

“Rafe.” Her voice is light and dreamy, and guilt spears me. As I’m stroking her and working on her orgasm, I’m fucking myself. After all the bullshit yesterday, even after I fucked her the way I did last night, she had just told me we were good, she had just let me out of this, and instead of graciously accepting the free pass and getting back to my life, I pushed her up against the wall and started fucking her face.

“Rafe,” she cries again, arching up off the bed.

With a low growl, I lower my body so I’m on top of her, so I can kiss her again. “I love your pussy, Virginia. It’s like it was built just for me.”

Her fingernails lightly score my neck again. Fuck, she needs to stop doing that.

Partially because I want to get her off fast, partially because I don’t want her and her damn nails driving me crazy, I move down her body, part her thighs, and kiss the tender flesh of her pussy.

“You better get me off this time, or I’ll crush your head with my thighs,” she threatens, reaching above her and grabbing a fistful of pillow.

I can’t help chuckling as I wrap an arm around her smooth thigh to anchor her. “Don’t you worry, sweetheart. You kept my cum inside you all night, didn’t you?”

She nods her head obediently.

“Then today you get rewarded.” She sighs with pleasure as I spread her open and push my tongue inside, tasting her sweet pussy again. The low moan that follows is music to my ears. I go straight for the most sensitive spot, and her whole body jerks as my tongue grazes her clit. She sighs, trying to move her hips. I hold her down more firmly and ravage her pussy with my mouth.

“Rafe! Oh, God. Oh, please.”

I tongue her sensitive clit until she’s crying out, begging senselessly. I suck, nibble, kiss, and use my tongue to drive her over the edge until she comes apart, a strangled sound of pleasure exploding for her throat as I continue to lick her.

She starts to squirm away, but I don’t let her. I grab her legs, twist her sideways, and push my cock inside her again. She groans, grabbing desperately for the bedding. I keep my thrusts steady, lifting her hips a little higher, then I switch paces. I drive my cock inside her until I hear her gasp shift, until I’m hitting where it counts. Then I attack, driving into her pussy like I want to split her in half. She cries out, scarcely able to breathe. She begs senselessly for what I’m already giving her.

“Rafe, I’m going to—Rafe, oh, God, don’t stop, please,” she begs, her tits bouncing, her eyes closed as she reaches for a second crest of pleasure. It hits, and it hits hard. I feel her pussy squeeze my dick and I let go, coming inside her while she cries out, hands fisted in the bed sheets. I thrust deep, groaning, then with a couple final pumps, I’m empty.

Collapsing on the bed next to her, I snake an arm under her and pull her back against me. She rolls over in my arms so she can curl up facing my chest, wrapping her arm around me and snuggling close.

Well, this was not the plan.

Virginia is well-satisfied now, and that makes her more affectionate. She kisses my neck, kisses along my jawline, pulls herself close and kisses me on the lips. I smile and kiss her back, caressing her face with my free hand.

“Thank you,” she says.

Chuckling, I tell her, “You don’t have to thank me for that.”

“Just shut up and accept my gratitude.”

“Bossy,” I tell her.

“Mm hmm,” she murmurs, nuzzling her face against my neck, then nibbling the way I nibble on her.

Yep, definitely not the fucking plan.

Now we’re gonna have to talk again, but I don’t want to deal with that right now. Holding her in my arms like this, it’s hard to remember why we can’t just be together. These past few days with Virginia have been great. I haven’t felt so much as a passing stab of interest in going out with anyone else.

That’s the problem, though. I like her, but it doesn’t make me trust a potential relationship with her. Even taking my reluctance to trust out of the equation, there are too many variables I can’t predict, and I damn sure can’t control. Sure, I could bite the bullet and commit to her, but what would happen if I did? Would I settle into it, or would I fuck it up?