Page 12 of High Roller

I take a moment to inhale a deep breath before I dive back into her now drenched pussy. I lick, nibble, and suck on her clit, doing my best not to explode at the first touch of her tongue on my mouth.

She takes me by surprise when she immediately takes my length to the back of her throat. I’m not massive, but I’m not small either, and what I lack in length, I make up for in girth. I know I’m blocking her airway the way she’s taking me in, but she’s breathing through her nose like a champ. She’s no stranger to taking a cock in her mouth.

“Are you going to be a good little wore and swallow all of my cum?” I grunt out when I come up for air.

She bobs her head up and down on my dick and I grunt as I try to hold back my release.

She cups my balls in her free hand, and I nip her clit with my teeth as I drag my nails down her back.

“Scratch me,” she demands. “I want my prick of a husband to see the marks of another man.”

She’s definitely a woman scorned, and I’m all too happy to oblige her request.

I press my nails harder, making sure not to make her bleed as I drag them down her back, raising angry red welts in their path.

She tosses her head back, seeming to revel in the pain, so I do it again as I suck her clit into my mouth. Her lips take my cock again, and this time she sucks harder and bobs up and down at just the right tempo that I’m nearing the edge.

“I’m not coming in that pretty throat until you give me a second orgasm my little spitfire,” I remind her.

“We’ll see about that,” she says as she pops off my dick with a loud, wet popping sound.

Her challenge makes me twitch in her hand, and she gives a satisfied wiggle of her hips against my face.

I slide my hands between our bodies and find her nipples, pinching until she whimpers.

“Are you going to come like a good little whore?” I ask as I keep the pressure over her cries for me to let go.

“Yes, yes, I’ll come,” she gasps, “Please.”

I release her tender nipples and return to lavishing pleasure on her already pulsing cunt. She’s only a minute or two away from giving me what I want.

She sucks me deep again, seeming to enjoy having me deep in her throat. A lot of women enjoy sucking cock, but Lili seems to have made it an art form. I don’t know how much longer I can last.

She stills, my cock locked between her lips as her pussy spasms, and she moans around me through her orgasm. I suck her clit hard as she comes, and she bobs her head up and down a few more times before I explode in her throat. She swallows all of me, and I’m spent by the time she sits up straight and tries to roll off of me.

If she hadn’t just drained me senseless, I would keep her here and wring every last orgasm from her perfect little body that I can and then I would leave.

Instead, my brain is scrambled and I can’t move, so I let her snuggle against my chest and we both fall asleep.

Lili

Brightsunlighthitsmyface, and I blink against it as I stretch in the king-sized bed. Last night is a fucking blur. I’m sore, but I also feel lighter than I have since I found out my no-good husband is cheating on me.

I think I must have spent thirty thousand dollars last night, and I should be ashamed of myself, but I’m not. Instead, I’m exhilarated.

Meeting the sexy pit boss and accepting his invitation to get a room is so outside of my character. I’ve been groomed to be the perfect wife to a powerful man. I host fundraisers and luncheons, I sit on the board of a dozen charities, and I make sure I always look perfect in photos. If I smile too much, I’m criticized for being flighty. If I don’t smile enough, they call me a bitch. It’s an exhausting life, really. The divorce is going to be messy and embarrassing, and I probably won’t be able to show my face anywhere in Las Vegas for months after it’s over.

I’ve contemplated moving to California or New York, but I’ve been a part of the Las Vegas community my entire life. I can’t imagine leaving.

And when I came upstairs with Victor, he gave me an experience I’ll never forget. Where is he? After we finished, he held me while I fell asleep, and I very much expected him to be here when I woke up. Somehow, it’s going to devastate me more than being cheated on if he snuck out in the middle of the night.

I glance at the clock and gasp. Fuck. I’m going to be late for brunch with my mother-in-law. Even if I am divorcing her son, she’s powerful in this town, and I can’t stand her up. We’ve become friends over the years, and I want to keep that friendship for as long as I can. Part of me hopes she’ll cut her son off and give me the mantle she’s been planning to pass to him when she retires, but I’m not holding my breath. The bond between mother and son can be difficult to break. Especially one like theirs. It’s disturbing how close they are sometimes.

I roll out of bed and scan the room for my clothes.

As I’m picking up my underwear, the door beeps, signaling that someone has swiped their card.

Victor steps in, looking as pissed off as he looked when I saw him in the casino last night. Something tells me that’s his usual expression.

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