The Little Black Dress (Love in Las Vegas)

“If this is what you need, I’ll give it to you,” he says, “but you have to tell me if you don’t like it or want me to stop.” I nod, and he tightens his grip on my hair. “Use words, Sophie. Tell me you understand.”

“I understand,” I say quickly.

A second later, a stinging pain rips across my ass just before a loud crack fills the air around me. A breath hisses out of me at the pain, which quickly morphs into pleasure as Jared’s tongue soothes the spot. His hand releases my hair, and I feel his finger spread me open. Then his mouth is on me, sucking at my flesh and licking at the fresh wave of moisture seeping from my throbbing core.

I’m right on the precipice, but before I fall over the edge into oblivion, Jared stops. My groan of protest is cut off by the sound of ripping paper, and I tense up with anticipation, knowing he’s rolling on a condom. A second later, his big hands grip my hips, yanking me backward as his cock drives inside me.

I’m so keyed up, all it takes is that one thrust to set me off. I scream as my orgasm rips through me. Jared grunts as my inner walls lock down, squeezing him. A rush of moisture releases from deep inside me, making him groan as he pulls out to the tip and rams back in.

Again, and again he drives into me, picking up speed until I feel a second orgasm building up. My body rocks back against him as wild, unfiltered words spill from my lips.

“You feel so fucking good. Your pussy is so wet and tight, gripping and squeezing my cock. I want you to come again, Red. Show my cock how much your sweet cunt likes it.”

I’ve always hated the “C” word, but the second Jared says it in that deep, gravelly voice, my body explodes again. I shout his name, and he growls mine back at me as he thrusts one last time and freezes, his fingers gripping my hips almost painfully as he comes.

His lips press against my spine before he gently moves away from me. I collapse onto the bed as he disappears into the bathroom. When he comes back out, the condom is gone, and he’s holding a damp washcloth. I smile as he gently cleanses me, then presses a tender kiss to my inner thigh.

After tossing the washcloth into a hamper, he pulls back the covers and tucks us into bed. He holds me in his arms as I rest my head on his chest. We don’t speak, and the sound of his steady heartbeat quickly lulls me to sleep.

The last thing I remember before the darkness washes over me was the sound of his soft, whispered words.

“Goodnight, Sophie.”