Page 74 of Menace in Vegas

I step back, waiting.

She hesitates, then pulls her shirt off.

I drag my eyes over her body, slow and consuming. "Put your hands on me."

They shake as she places them on my chest.

I lean in. "Scared, baby?"

She doesn’t answer.

I trail my mouth down her throat to her collarbone. "You fight me at every turn. And now? You’re trembling for me."

My fingers skim the waistband of her leggings. Her hips jerk.

“Want something, sweetheart?"

She whimpers.

“Use your words."

She remains silent.

I drop to my knees, kiss down her stomach, and whisper, "Beg me."

Still nothing.

I chuckle. She’s foolish if she thinks I won’t break her down.

I slide her leggings down. Her soaked panties prove everything I need to know.

I pull them down and then blow gently over her skin. She shudders.

“Still think you’re in control?"

She shudders but remains silent.

I place kisses on her thighs. She squirms, clutches my shoulders.

“Want my tongue, baby? Want me to lick you till you fall apart?"

“God, yes," she breathes, then instantly looks like she regrets it.

“Beg,” I command. "Say it."

Her eyes wordlessly plead with me.

She swallows hard, then finally says, "Please, Connor. Lick me."

“Try again."

She growls, then huffs.

But when I place a kiss right beside her pussy, she cracks.

“Please, husband. Lick me."

I grin.

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