Page 32 of Vegas Daddies

“Shall we take these off you, sweetheart?” Lifesaver asks.

Alice arches her back. Nods.

“Okay.”

Match raises her legs, and Lifesaver drags down the material.

A moan escapes each of our lips simultaneously at the sight of her pussy. I take off from my seat to get a closer look at her.

Lifesaver flicks on an overhead light, improving the view even more. “We’re all obsessed with you,” he says. “And I think I speak for all of us here when I say we’ve never been this horny for somebody before in our entire lives. We might’ve all had too much to drink last night, sweetness, but let me tell you this—we don’t tattoo girls just for the fun of it.”

Alice widens her legs. Strokes a finger up her pussy and with the other, tweaks her nipple. “Then what are you doing? Get inside of me. One of you.Please.” Her eyes land on Lifesaver. “Maybe the oldest should go first.” She brings her legs up to her chest, and the medical light illuminates her pink folds so beautifully that I can’t help but plunge a finger inside of her.

“Alice, darling, you’re so tight.”

She moans. “Do you think you’ll be able to fit?”

Match’s finger joins mine inside of her, and we pump digits in and out of her together.

“Yes.” Lifesaver guides her hand south. “Feel how wet you are for us.”

“Let me see how hard you all are for me.”

“Soon,” Lifesaver promises. “First, I want to check your heart rate.”

My balls feel like they’re about to explode.

I’m gonna wind up on the floor passed out soon if we wait any longer.

Lifesaver walks over a table in the corner and wires a stethoscope around his hands. Returning to the table, he screws the two buds into his ears and places the chest piece just above Alice’s breast.

She winces. “It’s cold.” Her chest lifts even more.

“One hundred and forty. Jesus, Alice. That’s high.” He rips the earpieces from his ears and tosses the contraction aside onto a table. “I wonder how much we can raise it to.” He returns between her legs and shuffles her closer so her ass rests on the edge of the table. “Turn around. Let’s have a look at Brander’s work.” He flips her. Smooths his thumb over her left ass cheek to where our names are stamped. “Impressive. You have a steady hand, even when intoxicated.”

Her skin is so hot. Feels like silk. Caressing her makes my cock strain hard against my pants. It’s painful almost, but the wait is worth it. It’s like every cell inside of me is dancing.

Anticipation isn’t a feeling I’ve felt for so long. There’s the thrill of returning home after a Vegas or club night out with a woman to release some much-needed testosterone, but this feels like adifferent kind of adrenaline. No woman has ever looked at me the way Alice has. Ever.

Most humans know already what images will carousel around their head minutes before their death. Lifesaver’s will be graduation, the day he made it as a doctor, and I know because he already told me himself. Match’s will probably be initiation day, when he officially earned his badge as a Venom Vulture, because it seems like he’d been counting on it for so long.

Mine will be Alice’s green eyes. I know it. Her glittery eyes move my soul every time I look into them, which is why I didn’t hesitate to accept her drunk proposal and to tattoo my name on her ass cheek. Granted, both were nonconsensual disasters, so for that I owe the woman sunshine and meadows and all the good things the world has to offer.

But I owe her those things anyway, just for her beingher.

The looks aren’t quick two-second glances. They’re not half-assed smiles laced with pity. They’re long, lingering looks that suggest we’re one and the same. Like she’s seeing my face for what it is, and thinks something other than it being a broken mess. What she thinks of me yet, I’m unsure.

But gut instinct never lies.

And my gut has never felt so at ease than it has for the last twenty-four hours.

“Let’s get you turned back around, sweetheart. Are you ready? You’d like me first?” Lifesaver asks.

She nods, breathless. Hips buckling up. Match and I part her legs, locking a foot on each of our shoulders. Lifesaver unbuckles his pants and thrusts into her nice and slow.

“Fuck,” he gasps. “You’re nice and tight.”

Her brows crumple as she concentrates on accommodating his size.

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