Hot Vegas Nights (The Trifecta 1)

I’m like a kid on Christmas, unwrapping the best wrapped present. I unzip her dress slowly, revealing the satin skin underneath. The dress pools to the floor, uncovering the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen. Clara wears a black-lace bra with matching panties, but her black-lace garter belt has me dropping to my knees.

My hands move up her legs. And she trembles at my touch. I unsnap the garter belt, rolling down her stockings, kissing her heated skin as I go.

Clara reaches out holding onto her bedpost for support. I unsnap the other side, kissing all the skin I uncover. I run my hands up and down her legs, letting my palms mold over her calves and thighs.

When I’ve spent enough time worshipping her legs, I hook my thumbs into the sides of her panties, letting them travel down her legs and discard them with the rest of her clothes. I squeeze her ass again before worshipping it with my mouth.

“Ben,” Clara calls out when I open her thighs and lick her pussy from behind.

I take mercy on her, picking her up and putting her on the bed. Her chest heaves from the attention I pay to her body.

“I need you.” She reaches out and pulls me on top of her.

“I wasn’t done. I want to kiss you everywhere.” I undo her bra throwing it over my shoulder. Sucking one nipple into my mouth, Clara bucks against me.

Her hands reach between us undoing my belt, using her heels to pull my pants down. My dick springs out, thankful to her for setting him free. She grabs my shaft, pumping it back and forth.

“I’m not done with you.” I try to move her hand, not wanting to blow right in her hand.

“Ben, I promise you can lick, suck, kiss my body next time, but right now I need you inside me. Now.” She squeezes my cock and I’m done for.

I grab her ankles in one hand, lifting her up so she’s exactly where I need her to be. When I push into her we both cry out.

“Hard, Ben.”

Blood rushes through my ears at Clara’s order. She nods and I’m lost. I pound into her.

My heart beat amps up, doubling the amount of blood pumping through my veins. My body picks up, and I keep slamming into her with everything I’ve got.

God, she feels so damn good.

Clara throws her head back, her tits bouncing with every thrust. “I’m going to come.”

“Come for me, Clara. Let me feel your pussy squeeze my cock.” I let go of her ankles, spreading her legs wide. I lean over and suck on her nipple, moving to her neck to bite it.

Clara screams my name as her orgasm crashes over her. I keep pounding into her getting all the pleasure I can get from her. She collapses on the bed, her breathing labored. I pull out of her. Clara grabs my cock, pumping it in her hand, and coating it with her juices.

I’m so fucking close.

“Keep pumping. That’s right, Clara.” Fuck.

My body jerks a bit as I come all over her hand.

I fall over next to her trying to catch my breath. Clara lays next to me, both of us limp from exhaustion. When I’m able to feel my legs again I go to the bathroom, get a washcloth and help her clean up.

Clara curls up next to me, and I hold her tight.

“So about this licking, sucking, and kissing my whole body,” she says, her eyes closed, but a wide smile playing on her face.

“Yeah.”

“When do you think we can do that?”

I laugh, pulling her tighter to me. “Whenever you want.”

“Good.” Her breathing evens out as she falls asleep. I run my finger up and down her spine before drifting off to sleep with her.

* * *

Clara wakes me up from our little nap by wrapping her mouth around my cock. She swirls her tongue around the tip and I groan out in surprise.

“Clara, what the fuck are you doing?”

“I decided to wake you up.”

“Well, you can wake me up like this any day of the week.”

She climbs on top of me and rides me like the goddess she is. My mind nearly explodes from how good she feels.

She moves, leaning on her elbow. "Your brothers aren't going to think it's weird we're together and I’m going to be working with you?”

I roll over her, pinning her under me. “Ok first, don’t ever mention my brothers when I’m inside you ever again.”

She laughs. “Sorry, but you know what I mean.”

“My brothers want me to be happy, and they'd be pissed if you quit. Clara, I’m falling in love with you. I meant what I said before. You’re it for me.”

She smiles, and I know I've eased her fears. Her voice is playful when she asks, “But how do you know I’m the one?”