Page 9 of Vegas Daddies

Atta girl.

She releases her hands from around my waist and lifts them into the air.

“WOOOO!” Laughter follows, and it has me laughing too. “FREEDOM!”

“Be careful.” Brander watches her carefully.

“She’s okay.” I turn around and raise my voice. “Aren’t you, Alice?”

“Never been better.” Another laugh. She rolls back her head, long eyelashes fluttering closed as she takes it all in. Hair whips behind her. There’s so much of it.

I turn back to the road. A full moon shines bright, illuminating the desert in parts. It’s peaceful and I feel most myself here. There’s so much to take in. The unusually shaped cacti. The undulating mountains on the horizon from Red Rock Canyon, a scorched national park home to some of the most impressive geology formations in the world. Peter and I used to take school trips there when we were kids.

“Feel how fast my heart is beating.”

Alice guides one of my hands from the handles. And presses it to her breast.

As I suspected. Round, firm, and so fucking big.

“Uh, that’s not quite your heart, sweetness.”

“I know. Squeeze it. Please.”

“Alice, I?—”

“Please?”

I’m gonna get us into an accident if we’re not careful. We’ve slowed down a bit, sure, but the wind is still whipping past us,andI’m driving one-handed. Jesus fuck. Her breasts feel incredible in my palm. This isn’t good.

I squeeze.

My dick twitches.

Our eyes lock in the side-view mirror, and hers are almost as sultry as the undernote of her perfume. She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and continues staring. And staring.

Staring.

“Hey,” she calls out to Match on her left. “Will you touch the other? It feels left out.”

“Of course, darling.”

He rides a little closer and I watch him fondle her other breast in the side-view.

“Brander.” She whips to her right, long tresses of blonde hair following her.

“Where do you need me, darling?”

She might have only ever been with one guy, but the girl knows what she wants.

“Here.”

His gloved hand reaches up her dress and between her straddled thighs to?—

“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re so wet for us.”

Her cheeks turn pink. “Is that bad?”

“No,” we all say simultaneously.

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