"My cock hurting you, honey?""A little." Her pussy flexes around me and I see stars. "Mostly it feels good."Don't come. Don't come. I'm breathing hard against her mouth like a maniac, my hips giving firm mini pumps to stretch her out, get her used to me. "That's a good girl," I whisper in between kisses. "That's my sweet pumpkin."There's a flicker of burgeoning wickedness in her eyes and she moans, her hands trailing down and up my back, spearing into my hair—and God almighty, she begins to rock her hips, looking up at me eagerly, as if seeking approval. "Daddy likes that," I grit out. "Don't stop.""I won't," she says, her breath hitching, our bodies finding a rhythm now.One that makes her nails dig into my back, her eyes losing focus. Fuck yes.I'm getting ready to drop my weight onto her, yank up those legs and thrust until my balls give up the fight, but a pounding starts on the door of the hotel room.Talia and I exchange a dazed look. "Who is that?" she whispers."I don't kn
I sit at the kitchen table shuffling cards, my hands growing more and more deft. Daniel is due to get home in ten minutes and my eyes continually stray to the clock, my heart beating faster and faster the closer his arrival looms, my panties already damp. My boyfriend is never in the door longer than ten seconds before I'm hustled into the bedroom and he's on top of me, his breath rasping in my ear, the bedsprings squeaking. Almost time. Almost.My pulse grows thick, my shuffling movements so clumsy that I finally give up.It's late. Just past midnight. In my old life, I would be asleep in bed, but Vegas life is around the clock. A lot of our life is lived in the nighttime and I'm growing used to it.It has been a week since the incident at the casino and life is...Well it's incredible. I'm so happy I could burst.My stomach is filled with permanent butterflies because I live with a man who is my hero, my biggest fan and my best friend all rolled into one powerful package.Last week,
"Um..." I drop my legs from around Daniel's waist and step out into the hallway. He follows me with a worried expression, glancing over at me several times while he engages the bolts once more. "It's just that...I feel like you're ashamed of me."I've never seen devastation overtake over someone's face so quickly. "You what?" He forgets the door, taking my shoulders in his hands, instead. "Ashamed of you, Talia? How could you think such a thing? I don't want to keep you locked up in this apartment—I'm just trying to make it safe for you to return to the casino—""I know that, Daniel. I know. You're not holding me prisoner. I'm here of my own free will." I reach up and hold on to his wrists, my head tilted all the way back so I can look into his confused face. "But when we go back to the casino, will you proudly call yourself my boyfriend? Or will you only kiss me in the upstairs suite and refuse to hold my hand when people are watching?"He hangs his head. "I'm so much older than you,
I'm a wreck.Physically. Mentally.The fact that I've upset Talia has ripped my insides to shreds. I didn't realize my repentance was affecting her like this. I made her feel like a bad thing. A mistake. When in reality, she is and will always be the greatest joy of my life. My heart, my soul, the object of my never-ending hunger. All for her. Only for her.She is my obsession, and that fact has never been more obvious than it is right now when she swings back and forth beneath the moon, face down, her skirt blowing up every time she moves in that backward arc. Toward me. My dick is sweating in my briefs, throbbing and swelling against my belly. She's singing to herself quietly, as if she doesn't have a care in the world.But she knows exactly what she's doing.Flexing her power over me.She holds all of it in her perfect hand, doesn't she?Christ, yes.From my throat down to my belly, I'm twisted up in knots, hating the fact that I've hurt my angel. Loathing myself for it. But beneat
I wriggle the tip of my tongue against her back entrance for a full ten seconds, making her gasp and writhe her hips. Then I pull away long enough to deliver bites to her left cheek, followed by the right, my teeth sinking in just to the point of her sucking in a breath. "You love when I bring you to the park, don't you, pumpkin?" I slide my thumb down the crack of her ass and slowly tuck it into that sweet pucker. "Just the two of us.""Yes." Her thighs are already shaking violently, this perfect, responsive girl. Doesn't matter what I do, she's always on the verge of coming. God, I'm a lucky man. "I l-love it.""You like playing on the swings."She nods eagerly, though I can only see the back of her head. "Yes.""We play a little differently, though, than everyone else. Don't we?" I sink my thumb in deep and watch moisture seep from her pussy below. It's such a thing of beauty I shoot a string of come into the sand, my abdomen flexing painfully. "You're the only little girl here who
I close my locker and sigh with happiness.It has been one week since I started working as a blackjack dealer—and I've loved every second. Sure, there seems to be an inordinate amount of men flocking to my table, but Daniel is forever standing behind me to keep them in check. The big engagement ring on my finger doesn't hurt, either. Daniel proposed to me in a beautiful restaurant overlooking the Strip yesterday and I almost launched myself across the table in an attempt to say yes and throw my arms around him at the same time.A week ago, I thought I knew happiness, but ever since Daniel and I worked out our issue, that feeling has increased tenfold and now I don't walk. I float.Faye sidles up next to me, stowing a bottle of body spray in her locker, before leaning against it to eyeball me. "Someone is glowing," she says, a reluctant smile playing around the edges of her mouth. We got off to a bad start my first day of waitressing, but ever since I came back, we've started to build
When Talia doesn't emerge from the women's lounge at the time we agreed upon, I know something is wrong right away. She's never late. She knows I worry. And there is fire crackling in my bones that I haven't experienced before. It's not just panic, it's the sense that I've missed something important. I've neglected to cover a base.For one full extra minute, I stare at the door waiting for her to walk through with her bright, optimistic smile and that secret look in her eye. The one she only gives me. It says she's counting the hours until she can be in my arms. Until she can be underneath me. Or kneeling in front of me, as she did earlier today, her innocent mouth sucking my cock so eagerly and reacting as if my come was nectar from the Gods. It was so mind-blowing, I got hard again immediately afterward and stayed stiff as nails until now.Until now when she fails to walk out the door.Finally, the entrance swings open, but someone I don't recognize walks out—a waitress, according t
I don't know who the man is in the video, but I have a good guess.Talia's father.He is the T I forgot to cross. He's the base I didn't cover.And now he's taken my angel away from me. Not only that, he pointed a gun at her. He struck her. Knocked her unconscious. I come very close to crashing my SUV into the parking garage wall at the memory of it. Who could cause harm to such a gentle creature? I don't know. But he's going to fucking pay for it.Two turns later, my tires are squealing onto the strip and I'm hitting the gas in the direction of I-70, knowing that if this motherfucker is bringing Talia back to Nebraska, they will have to travel east on the interstate. He has a twenty-seven-minute head start on me, but he probably isn't driving like a bat out of hell. At least, he better not be with such precious cargo in the back seat. Is she hurt? Is she in pain?I slam the steering wheel with my fist and shout an expletive, my foot laying down on the gas even harder. Once I'm on the