Vegas, Baby - Volume 3

I thought I was ready, too...until he started to stick his dick inside me, and it felt as though he’d never fit. “You weren’t kidding when you called it big.”

“Compared to you, every part of me is huge,” he groaned as he worked the tip all the way in. “But I’ll make it up to you, angel eyes.”

“Make what up to me?” I asked just as he pulled back a tiny bit before powering into me, his cock tearing through the proof of my virginity with one powerful thrust. The sharp bite of pain had tears gathering in my eyes, and he lowered his head to kiss them away when they slid down my cheeks.

“Shh, baby,” he whispered against my ear, cradling my head in his palms. “Give it a minute, and you’ll feel better.”

How this big brute of a man could be so darn sweet to me, I’d never know. But I was grateful because I wasn’t used to being treated with care. I did as he asked, breathing through the pain as I stared into his dark eyes. A couple of minutes later, the sting faded and only a feeling of fullness remained. I wiggled my hips to see what happened, and the new angle drove Saint deeper inside me. His hands drifted down my body to grip my hips. “Don’t move until you’re sure you’re ready. Your tight pussy feels too damn good wrapped around my cock. I’m barely holding on to my control here, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“The pain is gone,” I reassured him, running my palms down his back to dig my nails into his butt cheeks. “And I want more.”

“Then more is what you’ll get.” Heat flared in his eyes as his hips drew back until only the tip of his cock was lodged inside me. “So much of me that you’ll still be able to feel where I’ve been inside you tomorrow.”

I had no doubt he’d fulfill his promise when he drove back inside me over and over again. His eyes never left mine as he continued to move, his chest heaving with exertion and sweat dripping down his face. He slid his palm up my belly to cup one of my breasts, his thumb toying with my nipple.

“Yes. Michael, yes!” I moaned and writhed beneath him, my nails digging into his skin as I held on while he powered in and out of me.

He gave my pebbled nipple a final tweak before his hand slid lower. His fingers hovered over my pulsing clit. “I can feel how close you are to coming again with your pussy clenching around my dick so hard. Give it to me, Angelique.”

He switched up his long strokes for short ones, circling his hips until he hit me in a spot that made my eyes cross. I gasped, my legs tightening around his hips. “Right there, huh?” Saint grunted as he thrust against me again. I threw my head back, and his mouth crashed against my damp skin. His teeth scraped against my throat while he drove into me. Then he pinched my clit between his forefinger and thumb. White-hot pleasure ripped through my body, making my toes curl. Having him inside me as I came made the incredible orgasms he’d given me earlier pale in comparison. My entire body tensed as I shuddered. I’d never felt anything like it before, this never-ending bliss as he continued to thrust in and out until he finally anchored himself deep inside and followed me over the edge. Hot streams of his come filled me to overflowing as I collapsed against the pillows.

Cuddled between his soft mattress and hard body, I felt boneless and was so relaxed that I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up again about thirty minutes later, Saint wasn’t in bed with me. A feeling of abandonment crept over me—something I was used to—but it was different this time. Not just because I’d given Saint my virginity but also that I hadn’t expected him to walk away from me so easily after everything he’d been saying.

Pushing my disappointment deep down inside, I rolled off the mattress and pulled on the shirt I’d worn to bed last night and padded into Saint’s ridiculously large closet to grab a pair of his boxers. After rolling them at my waist, I headed for the bathroom to brush my teeth and clean up a little. Once that was done, I went off to search for Saint.

I found him in the kitchen, stirring something in a saucepan on the stove. He was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and nothing else, looking just as sexy as he had in the ring last night. I jerked my head up so I wouldn’t visibly drool as I asked, “Could you give me a ride back to the stadium?”