Vegas Virgin (Nevada Bad Boys 1)

“I’m so close!” I put my hands on his hips and felt a moan rolling out of my throat.

He drove his cock into my g-spot every time he went deep inside me and there was no way that I could hold back. My body was flooded lust lust, desire, and emotions that made my head spin. His dick throbbed even harder and I felt it begin to pulsate. His thrusts changed from a steady rhythm to an erratic pounding that got even more pleasurable. My mouth opened and a squeal rose up in my throat as he started to keep his cock buried as he made quick thrusts deep in my pussy. The orgasm began to course through my veins. My pussy spasmed and I felt the the motions causing his cock to quiver. The cum surged through his shaft, and then I felt the first explosion. It was different from the condom, and feeling him erupt inside of me caused another orgasm to start immediately. I rolled forward on the bed, holding him deep inside me as he unloaded his seed and my pussy spasmed even harder. His muscles finally started to relax and the tension faded away once he was spent. He pulled his cock to the entrance of my pussy and then slowly withdrew the last few inches before dropping down next to me on the bed.

“Please tell me you aren’t going to leave this time.” I snuggled close to his chest. “I just want you to hold me for the entire night.”

“There is nothing in the world that could pry me away from you tonight.” He kissed the side of my head and wrapped his arms around me.

Epilogue: Peoria

I t wasn’t easy. The months I spent away from Vincent, even with the constant phone calls and text messages were torture. We returned to Las Vegas for the trial and I was the only one that went. Fiona’s parents proved to be more protective than mine and they flat out refused to let her put her life in jeopardy by testifying against a Mob boss. Vincent met us at the airport and my parents were still apprehensive, but they didn’t say anything. He was the one who put his arm around me when I walked out of the courtroom and once I finished telling my story for the jury, he took my hand w

hen I was seated next to him. I felt stronger than ever before once I was done. The jury didn’t take long to deliberate and when they returned, I knew Lawson King would never see the outside of a prison again as long as he lived. I wanted to celebrate the end of the turmoil and the drama. Vincent offered to take us all out for dinner and after a few glances of concern, my parents finally agreed to go.

“So, what have you been up to since we saw you last, Vincent?” My father sipped a beer and looked across the table at the man holding my hand.

“I told you what he’s doing—he’s working.” I narrowed my eyes at my father.

“It’s okay, Peoria.” Vincent squeezed my hand and looked across the table at my father. “I know you two probably don’t like me. I get that. Nobody expects their daughter to run away to Las Vegas and end up with a guy like me.”

“At least you’re honest.” My father sighed and looked at my mother.

“Stop it.” My mother nudged him with her elbow.

“I love your daughter.” Vincent’s words caught me off guard—he had never said he loved me, even when we talked on the phone.

“I know you do.” My father sighed and looked at my mother. “He has the same look in his eyes that I had when I realized you would be my wife.”

“Now that you mention it...” Vincent reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet box. “I was going to ask your permission before I opened this box, but...”

“Yes!” I nodded quickly.

“You haven’t even seen the ring yet!” My mother tilted her head. “At least give him a little suspense.”

“Peoria...” Vincent stood up, walked around the table and slid down to one knee. “Will you help me become the man I want to be?”

“Give her your blessing, you old fool.” My mother nudged my father again.

“Fine.” He shook his head. “I know that look—you’d move heaven and earth.”

“I’d go to hell and back.” Vincent nodded and opened the box, revealing a beautiful engagement ring.

“You already did.” I smiled so wide it felt like my lips were touching my ears. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

After a few more drinks, and a quiet talk with my father at the bar, Vincent returned to the table. We said goodbye to my parents and Vincent took me to his favorite spot in Vegas overlooking the city. We made love under the stars, just like we did the first time we met. We made love again when we got back to the hotel room and I was able to sleep in his arms. I felt happier than I had ever been in my life. I belonged with Vincent. He was the only man for me. He was my first and my last—my salvation and my eternity. My hand traced the engagement ring on my finger and then moved to the necklace hanging against my chest. As beautiful as they were, what I cared about was beside me. I stretched out and put my arms around him as he pulled me close against his chest.

This is all I need.

We were married a few months later, and Fiona’s parents actually let her come to Las Vegas for the ceremony. It was one of the few times I had seen her since her parents had clamped down on every aspect of her freedom, but she stood at my side when I said my vows. It was a strange twist of fate to have her parents being the ones that refused to let her out of their sight while mine had finally released their vice grip on my life.

I didn’t tell anyone in attendance except for the man standing across from me that I was already pregnant with our first child—what I hoped would be the first of many. He lifted my veil after the ceremony was complete and I kissed my husband for the first time. An Elvis impersonator started singing as we walked down the aisle and I held Vincent’s hand tight. We were officially starting our life together, and I was happier than I had ever been.

The End

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