Fight Me, Baby - Vegas Baby

Angelique moaned and scooted forward, wrapping her legs around my waist to bring our centers flush so her pussy cradled my dick. I dived one hand into her hair and gripped it so I could tilt her head and deepen the kiss. The other grabbed a handful of her ass and jerked her forward as I lifted my hips. She broke our kiss and dropped her head back, moaning long and loud. The sound shot straight to my cock, and a little come oozed from the tip.

“Have you ever had a man between your thighs, angel eyes?” I rasped as I glided my lips down the slender column of her throat. I looked up to see Angelique’s face blushed crimson, and she shook her head. “I’m the only man who’s ever going to know that pleasure,” I grunted. Her answer had nearly made me climax, and my dick spurted even more come, making a sticky mess between us. My hands shook as I fought hard to keep from shoving my fat dick into her cherry tight hole and filling her until one of my boys took root.

“Saint?” Angelique’s soft, confused voice pulled me back, and I focused on her to take my mind off my body’s desires. “I feel…what’s happening to me?” she panted.

“Trust me, baby,” I murmured as I rocked my pelvis into her. “Let it happen. Let me make you feel good.” Her turquoise eyes had been swirling with trepidation and lust, but the second she decided to trust me, the fear disappeared, and she gave in to the passion.

Her lids descended, and she dropped her head back, moaning and gyrating her hips, searching for relief. “Fuck, angel eyes,” I groaned. “I love hearing those sexy sounds. Don’t hold back, baby. I want to hear you scream my name.”

Angelique shuddered, and her breaths became fast and choppy, making her tits jiggle. I gave in to one of the needs clawing at me and took my hand from her hair to yank her bikini top down, causing her tits to spill free. “Perfect,” I mumbled before bending my head and sucking one puckered, coral nipple into my mouth. “I’m going to fuck these one day.” Angelique shuddered again, and I let her nipple go with a pop to straighten so I could study her face. “Does that turn you on, angel eyes? Do you like it when I tell you what I want to do to you?”

She swallowed hard, then whispered, “Yes.”

“My girl gets off on dirty talk? Could you be any more fucking perfect?”

Angelique blushed even harder, and I punched my hips forward, then in an upward motion to make sure I rubbed against her clit as I growled, “I can’t wait to sink my tongue inside your tight little pussy, baby. Then I’m going to impale you on my big, fat cock and fuck you so good you won’t be able to sit the next day.” I repeated the motion, and she sucked in a harsh breath.

“Please,” she begged. She’d been gripping my shoulders, but she moved one hand to reach down and take hold of one of the strings that kept her bottoms on. I grabbed her hand and brought it to my mouth, brushing a soft kiss over the back before returning it to my shoulder.

“We’ll get there, angel eyes,” I promised. “But our first time together isn’t going to be a quick fuck in my dressing room. Don’t worry, though. I’m going to make you come and take the edge off.”

I put both hands on her ass and helped her rub against me, pushing her toward completion. She cried out over and over, getting louder the closer she got.

“Good girl, angel eyes. Let me hear what I do to you while you take what you need.”

I went back to loving on her tits while she sped up her pace, and after a few more thrusts, she screamed my name as she broke apart in my arms.

I was absolutely mesmerized by the sight and barely noticed that I came right after her. She was gorgeous in the throes of passion, and this was only from a little dry humping. Imagining what she would look like when she came with my cock buried deep inside her almost destroyed what was left of my control.

While I waited for her to float back down to earth, I held her tenderly in my arms and tried to calm my own racing heart and overwhelming hunger. Eventually, her breathing returned to normal, and she collapsed against my chest.

After a few minutes, I helped her sit up and righted her clothing, before lifting her and setting her on the bench beside me. Then I stood and walked to a table laden with snacks and drinks, but I ignored all of that and snagged my black duffel bag from underneath it. I returned to the bench and set the bag down before rummaging around inside until I found what I was looking for. I withdrew a black T-shirt and shrugged it on, then rooted around some more until I found the spare I kept in there.