Dead Man's Hand (Vegas Underground 7)

I pull out a condom and free my erection.

“Because of the nightmares?” she rasps.

The breath goes out of me at the mention of them. “Yeah—no—I don’t know, baby. Because you’re you. I’m not going to let anybody hurt you.”

I slap her ass and hold, giving the plump cheek a jiggle. “Not even me.”

I rub the head of my sheathed cock over her swollen entrance, and the flesh parts immediately to take me in. Like it’s where I fucking belong.

The moment I’m in, I know I picked the wrong place for this. My glass table top will not withstand the pounding I want to give this girl. I slide in and out slowly, my eyes rolling back in my head with the glory of how good she feels. I grip her hips and give her a few short thrusts then a few slow full glides again.

“Angel, you want me to fuck you hard?”

“Yes.” I love how there’s no hesitation in her answer. She may be unsure of me in other ways, but my dominant kink doesn’t scare her a bit.

In fact, I’d have to say Marissa’s a bit of a freak in the sack, too.

“Then I’m gonna have to get you off this table or I’ll crack it in two.” I thrust in deep and pull her hips back with mine, helping her straighten. I rotate our bodies away from the table. “On your knees, bella.” I pull out before she drops to her knees, but immediately follow her to the floor, thrusting in again the moment she’s down.

And then it’s just the bliss of slamming in and out. Holding her hips firmly in place while I slap my loins against her ass, get in deep to satisfy the building need.

No telling how long I’m at it—my mind slipped away in the pleasure of it, but then it returns, and I realize I crave more.

I pull out. “On your back, doll. I want to see your face when I make you come.”

Ever obedient, she instantly drops and wriggles onto her back before me, her knees bent open in an invitation.

“That’s it, bella.”

That’s when I see she’s shaved bare. Last time she was neatly trimmed. “Oh, angel. I stroke my thumb over the smooth skin. “Did you do this for me?”

She meets my gaze and holds it, nodding slowly.

Ave Maria.

She may not have worn the skirt, but she still was thinking about pleasing me. About giving herself to me. The shot of pleasure that runs through me nearly makes me come right there.

I spear her with my pulsing erection, slamming in and up hard.

She gasps and wraps her legs around my back.

“Baby, that definitely deserves a reward.” I proceed to fuck her to high heaven. Every thrust gets me deeper, gets her wilder. She lets out panicked little cries, yanks my hips in with her ankles crossed behind my back. Digs her nails into my shoulders.

I love seeing her so lost, so crazed for the release.

It actually makes me hold out longer, my own pleasure so tied up in watching hers unfold. I shift my weight to one arm and use the other hand to roll and tweak one nipple. When I pinch it and hold, she comes with a scream.

“Gio! Oh my God! What are you doing to me?” Her hips buck frantically against mine as her pussy milks my cock.

I hold off a few more thrusts, and then I come too, shoving in deep and staying there for the release.

I drop my head into the crook of her shoulder, my breath combining with hers as we pant and recover. I suck her earlobe into my mouth, swirl my tongue around the delicate pink shell.

She squirms and giggles.

“Che belleza,” I murmur against her skin. “I love watching you crash over the other side.”

Her pussy squeezes, making my cock twitch inside her. “I’ve never had sex like this,” she admits, which I’d already guessed.

“Me neither,” I tell her. It’s true. I’ve fucked a lot of girls. More than I’d ever care to count, and I’ve done it in every way imaginable, but it’s all different with her. It feels new and exciting and so much better.

I brush her hair back from her face and trail my lips across hers in a loose, investigatory kiss. “You do something to me, Marissa. Something good.”

“You make me feel…”

“What?” I prompt when she doesn’t finish.

“I don’t know. So much. Like everything’s magnified—the good, the bad. All of it.”

I ease out of her. “What’s the bad, angel?” It’s like one of those car crashes where you know what’s coming but can’t stop from asking.

She shakes her head. “No, it’s not bad. Just my anxieties. I’m out of my depth with you, Gio. And it scares me.”

I’m flayed open by her honesty. It makes me want to give her everything. My heart on a stick. My money. My life.