Page 49 of Vegas Daddies

“Will you both stay?” she asks.

“Lifesaver is on the night shift,” Match says.

“I know,” she says, “but he’s busy and I don’t want to sleep in here alone.”

I turn to Match and we nod in agreement.

“If that’s what you want,” I say.

“Yeah. It is.” She sits up, back against the headrest, and drags her shirt up past her torso, revealing a stretch of toned, tanned stomach. Then her?—

“Alice, darling.” I raise my hand to stop her. “What are you doing?”

“I’ve been in these clothes for ages, and I’m so hot.”

“Then let’s get you a gown to sleep in.” Match advances to the door.

“Do you not like seeing me in my bra and panties?” She continues to raise the hem further up over her breasts, revealing a glittery red bra with an embroideredVictoria’s Secretlogo on each strap.

“We do, sweetness,” Match says. “But I don’t think now is a good?—”

“Because my daddy was here earlier?” She rolls her eyes. “It’s thrown you off, hasn’t it? Please don’t let it. He’s not gonna find out, trust me. With work and the campaign, he’s too busy. There’s no space left in his brain to think of anything else, and his friendship with Lifesaver…Law, is too strong for him to question anything.”

I grit my teeth. That doesn’t mean we should take advantage. But as soon as Alice removes her shirt and tosses it aside, the thought of entering a world of sin doesn’t sting as bad.

The devil welcomes people into hell with open arms.

She lies back against the headrest pouting her puffy red lips like she’s waiting for one of us to kiss her.

We haven’t done that yet, but my tongue craves hers.

Desperately.

Her increased breathing can be seen from the quick rising and falling of her breasts. The red lace bra holds them perfectly.

But air does even better.

And suddenly it’s a race.

Who can get there first—Match or me?

Match, of course.

He tugs the material down, not even bothering to undo the clasp, and her full, round breasts spring out, nipples once again hard and pink and waiting for our mouths.

My cock twitches.

I snake a hand around the nape of her neck and gently connect my mouth to hers. She moans into the kiss, gradually sloping further down until she’s on her back receiving kisses from me and nipple action from Match.

The cherry taste of her lips removes me from the present moment. From space and time. The world isn’t a sphere spinning around the sun anymore, with glaciers and mountainsand oceans and deserts. Alice’s mouth is the world, and I desire nothing more than to spin around her orbit forever.

A moan escapes her lips.

She breaks the kiss to inhale a gasp of air.

“Oh my…god,” she says. “You both feel so good. Here—” She reaches for her pants. “Somebody take these off before I rip them.”

Match does the honors, sliding down her matching blue pants. A red, glittery thong appears and blesses my eyes even fucking more. I slide it to the side to mop up some of her juices. Then, making sure she’s watching, I take my finger into my mouth.

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