The Little Black Dress (Love in Las Vegas)

31. Let’s Keep Things Professional

Sophie

Flames erupt in Jared’s dark eyes, ramping my own desire back up to a rolling blaze. I’m still trembling from that explosive orgasm he gave me, and the shuddering intensifies as he steps back and pulls his boxers down in one smooth motion. Straightening, he grips his cock and strokes it lightly, his gaze burning across my skin.

He bends over suddenly, leaving my line of sight. I push myself upright and see him rifling through his pants. He straightens, a shiny, foil-wrapped condom in his hand. I lean forward to pluck it from his fingers and beckon him toward me. Gripping the condom wrapper in my teeth, I rip it open as my free hand reaches out to grip his hard length.

A shiver of anticipation rolls through me as I squeeze it lightly. It’s long and thick, hard as stone, and dripping with need. Leaning forward, I lick the tip clean and revel in Jared’s hiss of approval. Releasing him, I pluck the condom from the foil and slowly roll it onto his cock.

“How do you want me, sir?” I ask, leaning into the submissive role he seems to want me to play.

We both know it’s not my true nature, but playing the part excites me almost as much as it does him. Gripping my upper arms lightly, he pulls me to my feet and kisses me, hard. It’s over as soon as it’s begun, and he pulls back to look into my eyes.

“Turn around and bend over. Brace your elbows on the mattress and lift that pretty ass up into the air.”

His deep, rumbly, authoritative tone makes me quake inside. My need spikes as I obey him, spinning around and assuming the position he demanded. His breath hisses through his teeth as I widen my stance a bit, opening myself up to him.

A hand grazes up my inner thigh, two fingers pushing through my folds to roll over my clit before sliding up to push inside me. A groan rumbles in my throat as I push back, driving them deeper.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, Sophie,” he murmurs, his voice guttural and filled with need.

“Yes,” I groan.

“Tell me what you want, Red.”

“I…want your…cock,” I manage to say between panting breaths. “Please, Jared. Sir.”

“Good girl,” he growls, and his fingers disappear.

Before I can complain, his hands grip my hips and his cock teases my entrance. I try to push back against him, to drive him deeper, but he holds me still with a grumbled expletive. Leaning over my back, he presses a kiss to my spine.

“I’m not going to be able to go slow, Sophie. I thought I could, but I want you too fucking badly.”

“Fuck me, Jared,” pops out of my mouth as I start to shiver, my desire overriding any embarrassment those words may normally evoke. “Fuck me hard and fast. I need it.”

His weight disappears from my back, and I shout as he drives into me, bottoming out in one sharp thrust. He freezes, the sound of our harsh breaths filling the air around us as we adjust to the feel of each other.

I’ve never felt so full, so complete. My inner walls flutter and squeeze around him, and he sucks in a sharp breath before pulling out and slamming into me, again. I don’t scream this time. Instead, a long, low groan of pleasure vibrates through my whole body.

Again, and again, he drives into me, his low growls harmonizing with my higher-pitched moans as pressure starts to build in my core. I’d be filled with wonder at how fast my orgasm builds––especially after already coming once––but there’s no room for wonder inside me as my pleasure grows to a fever pitch.

As if Jared senses how close I am, he once again bends low over my back. His right hand releases my hip to slide around me, dipping between my legs to find my clit. Rubbing it lightly, he increases the tempo of his thrusts.

“Come for me, Sophie,” he orders, his voice low and gravelly.

His fingers pinch my clit, and I scream his name as my orgasm rockets through me. Jared grunts, slamming into me one last time and freezing before his body shudders and collapses against my back. Our panting breaths are the only sound that breaks the silence for a long while, then Jared lifts his weight from me and straightens.

I groan as his cock slides free, and he chuckles.

“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

I nod sleepily, exhaustion hitting me like a ton of bricks as his footsteps fade toward the bathroom. A few moments later, he’s back, gently wiping a warm, wet cloth between my legs. I moan with approval, the soft cleansing a balm to my tender lady bits.

The world tilts and spins, then I’m cradled in his arms, and he’s tucking me into bed. I want to ask him to stay, but I’m already dozing off as he pulls the sheet up over my naked body. I smile sleepily as the bed dips beside me, a big, warm body shifting us until my back is pressed against a hard chest.

An arm curls over my waist, holding me tightly as soft lips press against my shoulder. I sigh on a long, sated exhale, then everything goes black.

* * *