King of Diamonds (Vegas Underground 1)

She’s going to let me.

Again.

It’s written all over her face.

I move right in for the kill. Wrap my fist in the back of her soft hair and tug her head back for a kiss at the same time I meld my body to hers.

She opens for it. Her lips move against mine, and I swear to Christ, she pushes her pelvis out to meet me.

“Baby. You’re too beautiful.” I mouth fuck her harder, with more insistence. I back her against the bathroom counter and lift her soft ass up on it. “You gonna part those legs for me again, sweetheart? I’m already addicted to your pussy.”

She opens her knees, arches her breasts up to me.

I growl and push the cups of her bra down to play with her nipples. “I slept all fucking night. From the time you left until 6 o’clock this morning.”

She probably has no idea what I’m talking about—how would she know I haven’t slept in months?

But she smiles—like she’s genuinely happy to hear it. “I know.” She actually looks smug. It’s so adorable I try to kiss the lips right off her face.

I bring the pad of my thumb between her legs and stroke the tiny swatch of satin separating me from heaven. “How’s your sweet little pussy today? Still sore?”

She sucks her lower lip between her teeth, which makes my thickened cock go rigid. “Yeah.”

“You gonna let me in there again, anyway?”

She doesn’t answer, so I lean down and flick my tongue over her nipple. “Need some convincing first?”

She weaves her fingers into my hair. “Yeah.”

Challenge accepted. I still can’t get the sound of her sweet little yes, pleases out of my head from yesterday. I can’t wait to make her beg me for satisfaction again.

I continue a light, slow stroking over her panties while I suck and pinch her right nipple. It’s pebbled up—has been since I walked in. “Bambi, you have the best set of tits in Nevada. Probably the only real set, too.”

“Corey’s are real.”

“Corey’s aren’t half as hot as these.” I don’t want my girl comparing herself to her cousin. Maybe she doesn’t—I don’t really know. But Corey has an exotic beauty that might make some girls envious. It doesn’t do anything for me. Sondra is my new and only template for the perfect female. Smart, sexy, freakishly sweet. A little naughty. Way too nice.

The need to possess her overwhelms me. I want to flip her around and bang her hard from behind, but I dial it back. I have big plans that involve her begging and pleading my name.

I move to her left nipple. Her panties grow damp under my thumb. I slip it inside and tap her clit.

Her teeth snap shut and she throws her head back. “You like that?”

She rocks her pelvis forward.

“Hmm?”

“Uh huh.”

“You need my tongue between those legs?”

“Um…” She’s pulling my mouth back to her nipple.

“I think you do. Spread wider, Sondra. And pull your panties to the side so I can taste you.”

Her knees snap open and she pulls the panties away.

I swear to Christ I never thought I’d find myself on my knees for any girl. Now twice in two days I’ve contorted my body to get at this magic pussy. I’d do fucking anything just to have another taste. I throw a folded towel on the floor and drop down, pulling her pussy right up against my mouth.

Two licks and she’s moaning, tearing at my hair. Her pussy gets wet, wet, wet, and it’s not just from my tongue. I tap her clit while I make my tongue stiff and penetrate her with it. Then I lick all along her slit, tracing the inner lips. When I finally suction my mouth over her clit, she screams.

“Please, Nico!” She clamps her thighs around my ears.

“That’s it.”

I can’t wait any longer. I rise and pull her off the counter, spin her around to face the mirror. “Push that ass out for me, little girl.”

She obeys.

I yank her panties down and off and nudge her feet wider. I can’t get the condom on fast enough. “Pinch your nipples,” I command as I roll it over my length.

I get to watch her face in the mirror when I enter her—the way her mouth softens and jaw drops open. The flutter of her lashes as her eyes roll heavenward. I fill her slowly, feeding inch after inch into her tight channel.

She whimpers and arches her back more.

“Does it hurt?”

“No.” It still sounds like a whimper. “I just want it so badly.”

Ah, fuck. She shouldn’t have said that. Because now I can’t hold back—not even for a second. I grip her hips and start fucking her like there’s no tomorrow. I’m careful to protect the front of her pelvis from banging against the marble countertop, which means I gotta hold her hips away. It’s not enough. I can’t smack in hard enough, can’t get deep enough.