Vegas Revenge Wedding (Nevada Bad Boys 2)

It had been a couple of years since he had called me for a job, but it was usually him putting the brakes on me when I wanted to get what was owed through violence. I figured that was why he stopped calling, but it seemed like there might be more going on than that. I didn’t push the issue or contact him, even though money had been tight once I went from having steady work to doing odd jobs just to make enough money to drink and tip the strippers. If Walter Grant’s tactics had changed, he might have a place for me in his organization again. I might even be able to buy a little time for Monica’s father, even if it wasn’t my problem. The longer he stayed safe, the longer I could keep Monica’s sweet pussy wrapped around my cock on a regular basis—that was definitely a priority after having a taste.

“YOU LEFT ME...” MONICA walked into the kitchen and started pouring a cup of coffee several hours after she had finally fallen asleep.

“We can go back to bed if you’re ready to stay awake for a little bit.” I grinned and squeezed her ass when she walked by me.

“Dad will be waking up soon.” She pushed my hand away.

“Yeah, well, we can feed him more pain pills.” I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her into my lap before she could get too far away.

“Do you solve all your problems by drugging people?” She narrowed her eyes at me. “That is what you did to me isn’t it? There’s no way I would have went that crazy without something more than alcohol.”

“Sorry it wasn’t the wedding of your dreams.” I grinned and pulled her closer for a kiss.

Monica’s lips sent electricity through me, igniting the same spark I felt when I had her in my arms for the first time. She kissed me with the same passion coating my lips and our tongues swirled together. My cock started to get hard in my pants and I unbuttoned them quickly. Monica hips shifted against me as I pushed my zipper down and pulled my cock out of my boxers. My hands moved underneath the gown she had put on and I found that she wasn’t wearing any panties. I pushed her leg across my lap until she was straddling me and her pussy was flush against my cock. Our lips continued to twist in the seal of our kiss as I slowly started to enter her, feeling the same tight paradise that had made me explode a few hours earlier. She was finally forced to pull away from our kiss just to gasp for air when I entered her. Her head rolled back against her shoulder and she latched onto me as she started to descend on my cock. Once I was fully inside of her she moved against me, lifting up in the chair and slowly sliding down my shaft again.

“We shouldn’t do this—my father could wake up at any minute.” Her body was saying yes, even if she was fighting against the pleasure she craved.

“You would have worn panties if you didn’t want to get fucked.” I squeezed her hips and forced her to lift up again and descend on my cock.

“Just be quiet...” She bit her lip to suppress a moan.

“I’ll be as loud as I want to be.” I pulled her gown up sli

ghtly and slapped her ass which echoed through the kitchen.

“No!” She grimaced and gritted her teeth at me. “Don’t do that.”

“You liked it.” I slapped her ass a little harder.

“Yeah...” She moaned and started to move against me faster.

Her idea of a quiet fuck wasn’t going to be realized, because the faster she moved against me, the more the chair started to slide on the floor. Her body jerked up and down on my cock and I could feel the excitement growing within her. She might have been a virgin when I took her to bed the first time, but the sexual hyena lingering below the surface was definitely learning to love what she had never had before. She rode my cock like her life depended on it, holding onto the back of my neck as she bounced in my lap, but every time the chair moved or the house creaked, she paused. It was an amazing feeling but she wasn’t going to make me cum that way.

When I finally couldn’t take anymore, I lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the table. I needed to take control and I didn’t care if the house came crashing down around us—I was going to get the release I craved. I hammered her pussy, making the table shake with every single thrust.

“Oh god!” Her face tensed up and her concern about the noise faded as she started spiraling towards bliss.

I drove my cock deep inside her pussy until I could feel it throbbing. She was so tight that it still took a lot of effort just to keep pounding her, but each thrust made it a little easier. I felt her body start to tighten in my arms and she was close to an orgasm. I knew feeling her pussy spasming with pleasure would send me over the edge. I had to fight against it just to keep making her cum when we were in bed. I started to keep my cock centered on her g-spot until I finally felt the first spasm start. I fucked her orgasm as hard as I could, grunting as every clench made my balls tingle. They tightened and I knew I was about to explode. The cum surged through my shaft and then started to rush into her like a volcanic eruption of pleasure. I kept hammering her as my seed was released, driving my cock deep each time another surge of cum started to spew from my glans. I slowed my pace, keep the motion going until her orgasm was over and every drop was drained out of my balls.

“What is all that noise?” I heard her father’s voice from the other room.

“Shit!” She hopped off the table and pulled her gown down to her knees.

“What? He’ll just see a husband and wife enjoying the pleasures of marriage.” I shrugged and grinned.

“Put that away!” She pointed at my cock and I reluctantly stuffed my dick back into my pants, zipping up as he walked into the kitchen.

“Sorry, Daddy. We were just cleaning up.” She grabbed a towel and put it over the spot we had left on the table.

“Right...” He walked to the coffee pot and ignored us. “You’re still here?”

“I was just leaving.” I looked over at Mr. Adamson. “How are your ribs?”

“They fucking hurt.” He grunted and sipped his coffee.

“Take some more pain pills.” I winked at Monica who gave me a death glare. “They’ll help.”

“Yeah.” He walked over and sat down at the table—thankfully on the opposite side of where we had just fucked.