Vegas, Baby - Volume 3

After I’d left a series of love bites around her tits, and her nipples were red and as hard as diamonds from my mouth, I pulled back to look at her beautiful face. Damn. Anna was always gorgeous, but seeing her skin flushed pink and her tits spilling out of her bra and bouncing with her heaving breaths just made her more so. Her green eyes were dark and cloudy with passion, and I knew there was only one thing that would surpass her beauty in that state. At that moment, I would have sold my soul to the devil to see her come.

I tangled a hand into the thick locks of her hair that were hanging over her shoulder. Clenching my fingers, I wrapped the silky strands around my fist and pulled her head forward. Then I sealed my mouth over hers while my other hand unfastened her pants and slipped in to find its way between her legs.

The tips of my fingers pressed into her center through the fabric of her underwear. It was already damp, but when I pushed it between her folds, the panties became so saturated that my fingers were also soaked. I groaned and rubbed up and down, making sure her panties abraded her clit. Anna severed our kiss and dropped her head back. “Yes,” she hissed as her hips moved, searching for relief.

Her tits were at eye level, and my mouth was already watering for another taste. I wrapped my lips around one tip just as I pulled her underwear to the side and plunged a finger into Anna’s hot, wet hole. She cried out, and I groaned as her pussy squeezed my digit. I released her nipple with a pop and looked down at my hand. “You’re so fucking tight, baby,” I rasped as I retreated and began to work two fingers in this time. It was a struggle, and it caused a thought to wriggle into my mind. “Anna, sweetheart.” I kept my tone soft, hoping to get my answer without clearing away the fog of lust surrounding her. “Are you a virgin?”

Anna stilled suddenly, and I inwardly cursed myself for not waiting to ask the question until I’d made her come. Her eyes met mine, and even through her passion flushed skin, I saw the deep blush that bloomed on the apples of her cheeks. Finally, after what seemed like hours, she nodded.

Smiling tenderly, I gave her a soft, languid kiss, trying to convey how happy her revelation made me. My fingers went back to working her pussy, and I was finally able to penetrate her with two of them. It wasn’t long before she was lost in ecstasy once again. Drawing back from her, I took in every detail of her face and body as she spiraled toward the peak.

Eventually, she began riding my fingers, taking what she wanted as I ground the heel of my hand against her clit. Her eyes were closed, and her face was tilted up to the ceiling, extending her long, graceful neck. Her back arched, pushing up her heavy globes, and her nails dug into my shoulders as she held on for dear life. The cries that were falling from her lips became louder and more desperate. “Julian. Oh, yes! Yes! More. Yes!”

I leaned in and bit one nipple, then the other before whispering, “Come, sweetheart. Let me see you fall apart.”

Her body went rigid for a second, then a scream ripped from her throat as she shattered. Holy shit. I’d never seen anything more incredible in my entire life than the sight of Anna coming. Nothing would ever compare to this.

I worked her with my fingers until her shudders started to subside and her hips stopped rocking against me. She slumped forward onto my chest as though she didn’t have the energy to hold herself up. Reluctantly, I pulled my hand from between her legs and licked my glistening fingers clean. “Fuck,” I groaned. “You taste delicious. I can’t wait to drink straight from the source.” I rubbed slow circles on her back and buried my face in her hair. “I have a feeling I’m going to become addicted.”

Anna slowly lifted herself from my chest, and my eyes narrowed at the frown marring her beautiful face. That was not the expression I wanted to see right after I’d given her a mind-blowing orgasm. With a speed that surprised me, considering how lethargic she’d seemed only a moment ago, she scrambled off my lap. She was up on her feet before I could get my hands on her to bring her back where she belonged. That wouldn’t do since I wasn’t anywhere near done with her.

“Come back here,” I growled as I held out my hand.

She ignored me and quickly righted her bra before yanking her shirt closed. “Crap,” she muttered when she realized it was ruined. I watched her silently while she looked all around, trying to find the little pearl buttons. I wasn’t sure what she thought she was going to do with them even if she found them all. It wasn’t like she could just stick them back on. I mentally patted myself on the back for being so eager that she was now stuck here without a shirt. My eyes dropped to her pants as she zipped them up, and I studied them thoughtfully. Hmm...I needed to ruin those next. The idea of Anna being left with nothing to wear but her underwear—or being naked since I’d find a way to make those useless too—had me grinning wickedly.