Page 76 of Menace in Vegas

She pulls back slowly, deliberately licking the tip before releasing me with a soft pop. Her lips are swollen, her eyes smug.

“Ride me," I growl.

Her brow arches, but I see the flicker of heat in her eyes.

I lay on the bed beside her. She doesn’t argue, just moves to straddle me.

Lining me up with her soaked entrance, she sinks down slowly, gasping as I fill her.

No condom.

No hesitation.

And I don’t say a damn word.

If it were anyone else, I’d never take the risk.

But this is Allie.

She’s everything.

“Fuck, yes," I hiss, gripping her hips.

She starts slow, getting used to the stretch. Her hands brace on my chest as she rocks her hips.

She speeds up, then rolls her hips in a circle after sinking as low as she can go. "Oh my God… what is that?"

I smirk. "Found a spot you like, sweetheart?"

Her eyes widen. "Fuuuck. Right there."

She slams her hips down on me, her tits bouncing with every movement.

“Fuck, yeah, baby. Use my cock."

That spurs her on.

She rides me harder, chasing her own release, moaning like she doesn’t care who hears.

My hands dig into her waist. I can’t take my eyes off her—wild and gorgeous and completely undone on top of me.

“Jesus, Connor. I’m in love with your cock."

My grin is instant. It’s not an “I love you,” but I’ll take it.

She moves faster, her body flushed and gleaming with sweat.

“Come inside me," she pants. "I want to feel it."

She definitely knows we aren’t using condoms.

I grunt, thrusting up to meet her. "Fuck. You sure?"

“Yes. I want it."

I lose it, my resistance crumbling.

I can’t be gentle. Not with the way my blood thrashes in my ears. My pulse pounds against my neck.

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