What Happens In Vegas.... Lauren Dane

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      The reality she’d been with so many others should have been enough to quell the tension gathering too fast at the base of my spine and the heat building in my groin, but apparently not even that was enough to thwart Carinna’s stunning mouth performance.

      My hips thrust toward her lips of their volition. My heart beat madly. I curled my fingers tighter in her long, thick curls. It was damned tempting to let her finish the job, to fill up her lovely mouth and throat with my seed, but that wasn’t the point of our being in this garage.

      I used my hold on her hair to tug her mouth free of my cock. “Enough!”

      Passion and trust glazed her smoky eyes as they met mine. Earning her unconditional trust was one half of the reason she was in the position she was in, but not the whole reason. I had to see the rest of that reason through, so I pushed her head back down again, unable to meet her eyes without driving into her pussy immediately. “Don’t look at me unless I tell you to.”

      This time she gave in to my order without comment. I rewarded her gladly. Moving back behind her, I placed a hand at her belly to brace her, and bent her forward, so that her ass was raised high in the air and her face hovering centimeters from the carpet slide.

      I brought my fingers back to her ankles, started the slow, sensual upward journey once more. This time when I reached her junction, I didn’t move back down to her ankles. This time I bent my head, gripped one thigh and demanded, “Fuck my tongue, Carinna! I want to feel your tight asshole contracting around it. I want you to love it as much as you love feeling my tongue eating at your pussy.”

       As much as you love me.

      Before I could give voice to the dangerous thought, I licked up and around her puckered hole and then shoved my tongue just inside. Her asshole opened and closed around me, waiting, wanting. She whimpered as if to ask for more. I pushed my tongue farther inside. She reared back without hesitation, gliding the length of my tongue, slowly at first and then faster and faster as her lubrication grew. Like everything else I’d done so far, tonguing her asshole was clearly a major turn-on for Carinna. Her breathing came in fits and starts and her abdominal muscles tensed beneath my hand, a foreshadowing of her impending orgasm.

      Too bad for her it wasn’t time to come. Not just yet.

      I pulled my tongue from her ass and sank it into her pussy, licking at her rich cream with slow strokes meant to keep her on the edge. Strokes that had me on the edge, as well.

      Realizing how likely it was I would come before she either gave in and begged for relief or let her emotions free, I layered my words with conceit. “I love the taste of your pussy so much, I could go on eating you for days. And you’d let me, Carinna, because I’m a master with my tongue.”

      She heaved out a huge sigh. “What you are is an arrogant bastard and if you don’t stick your cock in me soon, I promise I’ll never forgive you. Fuck me already, Jack. Please!”

      I stilled my licking with a massive sigh of my own. Thank God. Finally words. Finally begging.

      Grabbing her around the waist, I lifted her off the carpet, hauled her back over to the coupe and reclined her once more on the hood, sunny-side up.

      “You wouldn’t want me any other way,” I vowed and finally gave her what she’d been wanting for so long now.

      What we’d both been wanting for too damned long, I knew with the first push of my cock inside her dripping sex. All it took was that one shove to have her pussy muscles clamping down around me. To have her crying out, “Holy Jesus, Jack! I love it when you’re a bastard. Love it!”

      And all it took was hearing her confession to have orgasm seizing me hard, making me come in the throes of carnal sensation so acute my vision swam and I nearly gave in to my own words of love. Only not just about her attitude, but the whole entire packaged deal.

      Chapter Five

       Jack

      Carinna hadn’t confessed to loving me as I’d hoped by pushing her to the edge last night, but she had used the L word several times. For that reason, I wasn’t surprised when she rolled from my arms to the side of the bed and started soundlessly across my room.

      I rose up on an elbow, enjoying the erotic sway of her ass and the memory of the appealing red left behind from my spankings, before asking, “Sneaking out?”

      She stiffened on a gasp. Then went soft again to toss over her shoulder, “Going to the bathroom.”

      Maybe she had been. Maybe she hadn’t. Unfortunately I didn’t have time to lie around and find out. The tournament play started early today and, since my and Carinna’s future was riding on it, I wasn’t about to show up late.

      I was pulling on my pants when she came out of the bathroom, wearing the T-shirt I’d had on last night. I’d never seen Carinna in my clothes. It was endearing in a way that had me wanting to shout my love for her even more than I had wanted to do so last night, after granting us both the right to come.

      Thank God for the stricken look on her face or I would have probably done so and ruined any chance I had with her.

      She frowned as I pulled on a shirt. “What are you doing?”

      “Getting dressed. I have to be somewhere by nine, and it’s already half past eight.”

      “Oh. I should check in on my grandma, anyway. Make sure we’re still on for bingo tomorrow.”

      From her deflated tone, she really had been on her way to take a leak when I’d woken up. Probably had planned to crawl back into bed and make good on last night’s threat, by turning those handcuffs and God only knew what else on me.

      Damn, how I wanted to let that happen. Tomorrow, if I was lucky. And many, many days after that, if I was even luckier.

      I went to my dresser and pulled out a pair of socks. “I’m planning on taking the guys lunch at the firehouse today. Just pizza, but there’ll be plenty to go around. You should stop by. I know they’d love to see you.” I crossed to the bed and sat on the end of it. “Vernelli keeps asking when I’m going to bring the hot chick with the big tits back around,” I added jokingly.

      “He’s cute. Any idea what kind of hose he’s packing?”

      I was thankful to be looking down, tugging on a sock. If I hadn’t been, Carinna would have seen the rage on my face.

      Had my attempts at surfacing her emotions last night been completely lost on her? Or how the fuck could she still be thinking about screwing some other guy, and seconds after she’d been thinking about screwing me, no less?

      “I don’t make it a point to check out other men’s hoses,” I said as calmly as possible. “Besides, he’s half your age.”

      She snorted out a laugh and whacked me on the shoulder. “Thanks for the compliment, dickhead. Always nice to know when my tits and ass have sagged so much I could pass for a fifty-year-old.”

      I shouldn’t have touched her when I was about to head out the door, but the idea she might be serious about СКАЧАТЬ