Page 10 of Huge Pucking Play

"Garrett!" I cry out, my back arching off the bed. "I'm so close...don't stop!"

He doesn't. Instead, he increases his intensity, curling his fingers to hit that spot inside me that threatens to put me over the edge. The dual stimulation is overwhelming, pleasure coursing through every nerve ending.

My thighs begin to tremble, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Garrett moans against me, the sound vibrating through my core. It's this final sensation that pushes me over the edge.

The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. My body convulses in ecstasy. Garrett doesn't let up, his tongue gently lapping at my sensitive flesh as I come down from my high. Mybody twitches with aftershocks, each touch sending little sparks of pleasure through me. Finally, he presses a soft kiss to my inner thigh and moves back up my body.

"You taste divine," he murmurs, his lips brushing against mine. I can taste myself on his tongue, a heady mixture that makes me moan softly.

We lay there for a while, our limbs intertwined, basking in the afterglow. The room is quiet except for our breathing and the distant hum of the Vegas strip outside.

"You're incredible, you know that?" Garrett says softly, his voice warm with admiration. "Not just the sex, though that's pretty mind-blowing. But you, Cyn. Your spirit, your fire. You're unlike anyone I've ever met."

I feel a blush creeping up my cheeks, unused to such earnest praise. "You're not so bad yourself, Mr. Huge," I tease, trying to lighten the mood.

He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. "I mean it, though. There's something very special about you."

I look up at him, struck by the sincerity in his eyes. "Thank you," I whisper, suddenly feeling vulnerable. "You're pretty special yourself."

As the Vegas night deepens, so does our connection, until sleep finally claims us in its embrace.

My final thought before sleep finally takes me is ‘will what happened in Vegas, stay in Vegas?’

Chapter 4

Cyn

Itake a sip of my latte, the foam tickling my upper lip. Across the table, Sophie leans forward, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Okay, spill," she demands. "I need all the juicy details about your night with the mystery man. You barely told us anything the next day."

I can't help but grin, memories of Vegas flooding back. "It was...unexpected. In the best way."

Sophie claps her hands. "I knew it! But God, Cyn, we were so worried when we couldn't find you."

"I'm sorry about that," I say, remembering how horrible it was. "I still can’t believe I lost my phone."

"We looked for you everywhere in the Excelsior. And for hours. I don’t know how we could have missed each other," Sophie continues. "I thought maybe you'd been kidnapped by Elvis impersonators or something."

I laugh. "Not quite. Though Garrett did serenade me with a bit of 'Viva Las Vegas'."

"He sings too? Damn girl, you hit the jackpot!"

I snort loudly. "No, he doesn’t. I’m completely fucking with you."

"I still can’t believe we found each other the next morning getting coffee," Sophie says, taking a sip of her mocha. “I was so relieved. If that hadn’t happened, you may still be in Vegas, wandering around in those pink slippers.”

The thought makes me howl with laughter. “I can’t believe I walked all over the casino in those things the night before looking for you guys.

Sophie snorts. "You’re just a classy girl."

“And I missed out on so much of the fun! I love bachelorette parties! I wanted to make you wear a veil and force you to drink out of penis straws.”

“Well, instead you had your very own penis straw,” she jokes, raising her eyebrows.

“And, oh my God, girl. It was quite the straw,” I exclaim.

"Ha! No more stalling," Sophie says, reaching across to squeeze my hand. "Tell me everything. And don't skimp on any of the details!"

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