Page 120 of Menace in Vegas

She gasps. Her back arches.

“I barely touched you and you’re already this wet?” I smirk. “You’ve been thinking about this the entire drive through Vegas.”

“Maybe,” she taunts, breathless.

“Maybe, huh?” I pull my fingers free, then shove them in her mouth. “Taste yourself.”

She moans, tongue swirling around them, her eyes on mine.

I smack her clit, making her gasp and then moan.

“Now get up here. Sit on my face.”

She hesitates.

“Now.”

She climbs over me, trembling. Hovering. “I don’t…” Her cheeks flame. “I’ve never… I’m too big.”

I glare at her, then smack her ass. “Bullshit.”

She whimpers.

“Don’t hover,” I growl. “Sit. On. My. Fucking. Face.”

She drops down, defiance in her eyes.

I devour her, wiping every ounce of resistance from her.

My tongue is greedy, slipping inside her.

Then my lips lock around her clit, sucking like she’s the only thing keeping me alive.

She grabs the headboard, moaning so loud I know the whole floor hears.

“Connor. Fuck. I’m gonna?—”

I spank her ass. “Come for me.”

She shatters, soaking my face and screaming my name.

I don’t stop.

Not until she’s shaking, twitching, and begging me to let her breathe.

Then I flip her onto her back and slam into her with one brutal thrust.

Her scream is pure sin.

“Take it,” I growl. “Take my cock like the good little wife you are.”

She wraps her legs around me, claws raking down my back.

“Tell me what I wanna hear.”

She digs her nails in harder as I slam into her wetness.

Fuck, she’s soaked. And so fucking tight.

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