Sin City Auction (Nevada Bad Boys 4)

“Oh god, that feels really good.” My eyes got wide as I felt his hungry tongue plunge inside me.

He tightened his tongue and flexed the tip while it was inside me. I had never felt anything so amazing before in my life. I thought it was the best thing I would ever feel until he slid his tongue up to my clitoris and began to circle it. His fingers pushed the hood back and he attacked the bundle of nerves with furious flicks of his tongue. I imagined that the feeling was similar to what he felt when I was using my mouth to pleasure him.

“Please don’t stop!” I ran my fingers along his scalp and down to his muscular shoulders while my hips began to grind against him.

There was a pressure building inside of me that was more intense than I ever imagined. I wasn’t just going to cum, I was going to explode. His tongue danced from my clitoris to the source of my wetness and back again. It was so fast that the feelings merged together into one enormous sensation of pleasure. I felt like I was strapped to rocket and headed straight for the stars. My body convulsed and tightened.

“I’m gonna cum.” I rolled forward and my mouth opened with a moan that vibrated deep inside me.

The pressure built until I thought it was going to crush me, but then there was a rapturous reaction. Everything released in one fluid motion and I fell back against the couch. My body shook, my limps went weak, and the beginning of my orgasm sent electricity through my veins. He kept his tongue working, moving against my clitoris while I felt the release that I craved. It kept going for so long that I could barely breathe by the time it finally started to subside. He lifted up and looked up at me with a smile.

“Those final seconds? That’s what you took from me when you opened your mouth before I was done.” He leaned back and kissed my knee.

“Then I deserved a lot more than the spanking I got.” I let out a long sigh.

“You’ll pay me back.” He pushed his finger into my pussy until it was pressing against my hymen. “I’m going to destroy every shred of your innocence.”

My head spun with the afterglow of my orgasm. I didn’t care that I was going to lose my virginity to him. He could have anything he wanted. My body was lost in a dream and there was no way out of it. I finally understood why lust made people do stupid things. After I had a taste of him, I wanted more. My sexual desire had been ignited with one flick of his tongue and it burned like an inferno before he finally smothered the flames. Even after the fire was quelled with my orgasm, the embers burned hotter than they ever had before.

9

Ruckus

I could tell Madison needed a break. She was practically limp on the couch. She would have given her pussy to me if I demanded it, but I wanted to recharge a little bit and let her recover. She was a virgin and the orgasm I gave her was likely the first real one she had ever experienced. I wanted to take her deeper into the depths of filthy lust when I fucked her. I wanted her to beg for the destruction I had planned for her innocence. I let my fingers trace her flesh for a few minutes before standing up and walking to the mini-bar.

“Do you want something to drink? Another tequila shot, perhaps?” I chuckled and opened the fridge.

“I could go for a Red Bull, or anything with a little caffeine in it. I’ve never felt this drained before.” She sat up and tucked her heels against her thighs so that her ass wasn’t flat against the couch.

“Yeah, there’s a few of those in here. Want me to mix it with some vodka?” I started pouring a glass of whiskey for myself.

“I’ve never tried that before. Is it good? Tequila definitely isn’t for me.” She pushed her tongue against her lips and made a gagging sound.

“Yeah, you won’t even taste the vodka.” I poured Red Bull and vodka into a glass and brought it over to her.

“Oh yeah, this is good.” She smiled when she sipped it.

“I’ll turn you into an alcoholic before this weekend is over.” I chuckled and took a gulp of whiskey from my glass.

“Yeah, don’t joke about that.” She shook her head back and forth. “My dad is a disastrous drunk.”

“So was mine.” I shrugged and lifted my glass in a toast. “God rest his soul.”

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Mine is the reason I’m here with you right now. My grandparents left me plenty of money for college and he gambled it all away.” She sipped her drink again. “He’s a fucking bastard.”

“Funny.” I smiled and took another drink. “Gambling got you here, and you wouldn’t be here if I didn’t put money in a slot machine.”

“I’d be somewhere…” She leaned forward and put her glass on the coffee table. “Even if I wasn’t here.”

“You should have seen the guy that bought the girl before you. He was at least eighty and I saw him clutching a handful of Viagra.” I tilted my head and shrugged. “You could have been his date for the weekend.”

“Okay, maybe I did get lucky.” She shuddered slightly and nodded.

Damn, she’s fucking gorgeous.

I could have stared at her all night if I didn’t have a lot more planned for her sweet, innocent body. She wasn’t the kind of girl that someone like me got to fuck. She wasn’t even the type of girl to end up in a bad boy’s bed groaning about her mistakes with a hangover. If life hadn’t derailed her, she would have ended up marrying someone that wore a suit to work. It would have been boring, but she would have never known the world had more to offer. There was a good chance that would still become her fate, but she wouldn’t be able to sleep peacefully after a five minute boring pump and dump, even if she loved the guy. She was going to find out how it really felt to get fucked. She was going to know what it was like to be cum-drunk, exhausted, and still craving more.