Page 197 of Menace in Vegas

“Gram, Peyton, and Daltyn went to check her bungalow. We have the place to ourselves.”

My breath catches.

He leans closer, his voice low and rough. “It’s a beautiful night for the hot tub, don’t you think?”

I grin. “Only if we’re naked.”

He growls. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

* * *

“Connor,I don’t think that’s a good—ohhh.”

My hips lift in the water as his head disappears between my thighs. He resurfaces with a wicked grin. “Hang on tight, baby.”

His hands grip my ass, lifting me in the warm water. His mouth seals over my clit.

“Connor.” My breath stutters.

He moans, sliding two fingers inside me. “Relax, wife. Let me erase the pain. Let me remind you who you belong to.”

His tongue flicks over my clit again and again, his fingers pumping deep inside me.

My hands grip the edge of the tub, body trembling.

I’m shaking. Coming apart beneath his expert touch.

He pauses just long enough to flip me over and shove my arms on the ledge. Then his hand smacks my ass.

I jolt and moan.

He spreads me wide, dragging his tongue down the center of me and inside my pussy. His hands rub over my ass.

“Don’t move,” he commands.

Another smack and I jolt, biting my tongue so hard I taste blood.

“Use your words.”

“N-No.”

Smack.

“Louder.”

“NO!”I cry out.

Smack.

“Did I say you could yell?”

“No,” I whimper.

He slides three fingers inside me, curling them just right. My eyes roll back.

I’m trying to stay still. Trying not to move. But fuck, it’s hard when it feels this damn good.

Another smack.

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