Page 13 of Vegas Heat

I’m not sure what animal noises come out of my mouth, but growls and moans seem to burst forth out of me the likes of which I’ve never heard before. When the spasms start to slow, this heady sense of euphoria takes over for a few precious beats, a blissful sort of paradise I would live in forever if I could.

But these things aren’t meant to last forever, and even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t.

Because Cooper straightens, and then he unbuckles his belt. He flicks the button of his jeans and lowers his zipper.

Since I want a front row seat to this show, I sit up. Wooziness overtakes me, but I fight through it. I’m not about to miss a single second of this.

He yanks his black shirt over his head and tosses it to the side.

Oh. My. God.

I’ve never seen an actual six-pack in person before.

Wait…is that six? Or eight?

It’s unreal.

I think for the briefest second he’s wearing one of those t-shirts with a picture of hot abs on it…but nope, it’s real. I know because I can’t help when I reach out and touch them. I run my fingertips along every cut ridge, and my mouth waters.

He pulls his jeans down along with black boxer briefs, exposing a thick erection pointed straight up at the ceiling.

My mouth waters again.

I have never had a male form in front of me that I’ve wanted to taste so badly in my entire life. The ache between my legs is back in full force even though he just satisfied it, but I have a feeling that with someone like him, I’llalwayswant more. It’llneverbe enough.

It’s animal and primal and not meant to last. I push away the sadness that seems to blanket me at the thought, and I reach forward, taking his cock in my hand. He hisses when I fist him and pump my hand up and down, the tip of his cock glistening with his arousal. I scoot forward to the edge of the bed and take him in my mouth.

He grips my hair with a throaty growl, and I already know that sound will be the soundtrack of my dreams for the foreseeable future.

I take him all the way to the back of my throat, and he groans. “Fuck, Gabby,” he mutters. “Your mouth is magic.” He pusheshis hips toward me then pulls them back, his head tipped back in pleasure and his neck corded as he fucks my mouth.

It’s hot.

Like…reallyhot.

Hot enough that I have the sudden urge to let my fingers drift down to touch myself, and I can’t say that’s something I’ve ever done in the middle of the action. I always let the guy take over.

Just another thing that feels different with Cooper. I can just be myself, I guess, even in the heat of the moment. Something about him allows me to just let go, to take what I need.

I glance up, and our eyes connect. He’s watching me as I suck him down.

“You’re so gorgeous taking me all the way like that,” he mutters. “Do you like how my cock tastes?”

I moan my affirmation to that question. God, yes, I fuckinglovehow it tastes.

He shoves into my mouth again, and I swallow as he hits the back of my throat. “Good girl,” he murmurs, and I rub the circles over my clit with one hand a little faster as I fist the base of his cock with my other hand at his sexy words of praise.

He moans through his pleasure, and then he pulls back abruptly. His eyes are ferocious when they meet mine.

I let go of his cock, and he pulls my hand away from where I’m touching myself. “That orgasm belongs to my cock,” he says, his voice raspy with a needy desperation that I feel, too.

I’m not sure I’ve ever heard anything hotter in my entire life.

He’s possessing me, possessing my pleasure. He wants to give it to me, and I want to take it, and I don’t know how I’ll walk away from this hotel room after knowing this guy all of a few hours with just the memories. I don’t think I can do it.

Maybe that’s my age showing. My naivety.

It’s just one night, I remind myself.Just enjoy it. Get out of your own head.

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