Page 142 of Menace in Vegas

I slide inside her with one deep, claiming thrust.

She moans, wrapping around me like she was made to take every inch.

Her nails claw my skin, her mouth catching mine as I pound into her—fast, frenzied, no space between us.

“God,” she gasps, biting my neck. “Come with me, husband.”

Her words push me to the edge, but I hold on.

A real man makes his woman finish first. Always.

Her body clenches around me, and I know she’s close.

Sweat mixes with droplets of water as I slam into her, the headboard banging against the wall.

She shatters, screaming my name.

I thrust deeper and release inside her, gritting her name through my teeth. “Fuck. Mine.”

We collapse, tangled in each other, soaked and breathless.

“You wreck me,” I whisper against her temple.

“Good,” she mumbles with a tired smile. Spent. Fully owned.

We stay locked together, skin to skin, bodies still buzzing.

“You still breathing, baby?” I ask, brushing my lips against her hair.

“Barely,” she sighs, cheek pressed to my chest.

“Good,” I grin. “Because it’s time for round two.”

Her eyes snap open, but I’m already lifting her off the bed.

I carry her to the floor-to-ceiling window and press her ass against the glass. Vegas sprawls beneath us like a glittering witness.

I slide back inside her, and her moan punches the air from my lungs.

“Fuck. You’re soaked for me.”

She bites my shoulder, gasping. “Always for you, husband.”

I lose my mind.

I pound into her, her moans echoing off the glass as she claws at my skin, trying to hold on.

“Look at me,” I demand, locking my eyes on hers. “Watch me claim you.”

Her wide eyes meet mine, burning with the same desire I feel.

She’s utterly raw and perfect.

I yank my dick out of her then spin her around.

She gasps, looking at me over her shoulder.

“Better hold on, baby.”

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