Page 7 of Sin City

I lick my lips. “Yes.” I turn to obey his request. Though tonight, I’m his in any way he wants me.

Taking in his apartment…no, penthouse. Holy shit this place is beautiful with a modern style throughout. The glass windows are floor to ceiling, and you can see all of the Vegas Strip and out into the desert from how high we are. His place is decorated in all black and gray with pops of white throughout. It is plain and seems unlived in, but I am not one to judge on how someone keeps their place.

I do as I am told and stand facing the window. My whole body is riddled with anticipation of what he is going to do next…to me. I see him standing next to the couch watching me with the sexiest grin on his face. He rubs his thumb over his lips as if he is thinking what he wants me to do. Honestly, I will do anything he asks of me.

“Aria…do you want to know why I call you,my Angel?” I keep still and listen with my eyes trained on his, through the reflection of the window. He walks closer to me. “Because when I saw you walk into my shop, you looked like one. A goddamn angel to my devil.” He is standing behind me looking at me through the glass. Taking his finger ever so slightly, he runs it down my back. “I am not Jameson when we fuck. No, you will call me yourDiablo.” Jameson wraps his fist around my hair and pulls it back. I let out a throaty moan. He licks my neck and says, “You will not be begging for God when I fuck you…you will be begging for the devil to keep going.”

His confession should have me running out of his place and never looking back, but the way this man has commanded my body, the things he has said and the way he is looking at me, I want more. I need more. Jameson drops to his knees behind me, he unzips my skirt, letting it fall to the floor and pushes my legs further apart. Reaching up, he pulls down my thong, kissing each one leg at a time and nipping at them as he travels down to my ankles.

“Hands on the window and keep your eyes on me as I feast on your delicious pussy. I want to taste you as you come on my tongue.” He grabs firmly on my thighs, and I keep my hands on the window with my eyes on him.

His tongue licks my slit, and I gasp. I so badly want to close my eyes to let this intense feeling wash over me, but I still keep my eyes on him like he asked. Arching my back slightly to give him better access, he licks my clit in slow circles, and I feel myself getting wetter and wetter with each stroke of his tongue. I moan as he starts to increase the pace of his tongue against my clit, moving his hand from my thigh and pushing two fingers in.

“Jam––” I start to call out his name.

He growls and bites on my clit hard.

I cry out with a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Diablo…My Diablo…Yes, just like that. Fuck, I am going to come.”

He picks up the speed of licking and sucking on my clit with his fingers pumping in and out of me. I can feel my orgasm building. Never letting my eyes leave his, I feel him add a third finger, and I let out a scream.

“Fuck…Fuck…Yes…My Diablo.” I feel myself dripping on his face, and I can hear him slurping me up. All you can hear are my cries of pleasure throughout the apartment and Jameson licking my pussy like he is a starved man. It is so fucking hot.

I feel him smile against my pussy before he stands up, still behind me.

“Your pussy tastes as delicious as I thought it would.” He pushes his fingers into my mouth. “Suck and taste yourself.”

I suck his finger and swirl my tongue around as he lets out a deep growl. Removing his finger from my mouth, he whispers in my ear, “I plan on fucking your mouth too. I want to see you choke on my dick while I pour myself down your throat, and you will take it all like the good, dirty girl you are.”

Still standing in front of the open window for all of Vegas to see, Jameson walks back to the couch and tells me to turn around. I turn around slowly, and I have no care that I am naked from the waist down in front of this sex on a stick man. I have this confidence with only just knowing this man for a few hours. I mean the man just ate my pussy like he was a starved man all while he was still fully clothed.

Jameson licks his lips. “Take off your top.” His tone is deep.

I slide the straps off and unzip the side. I let it fall to the floor. Jameson lets out a throaty groan. He then takes off his shirt. I had an idea that he had tattoos covering his whole body, and so far, I am right. There is a six-pack rippling under his tattoos with a deep V on his waist highlighting the way to his dick. The sound of his zipper brings my eyes back to his, and he grins at me as if he can read my mind to what I was thinking. I keep my eyes locked on his as he pulls his jeans and boxers down in one motion.

Lowering my eyes down his body, I gasp at his dick. I have only seen two up until this point, and they were nothing to write home about. But Jameson has a beautiful dick. It is long and thick with the right amount of girth, and he is pierced. He has four rows of bar piercings with a ball at each end going up his dick. The last one is through the head coming out underneath the head. The precum was leaking out on either side of it trailing down…I wanted to lick it and taste him. All I kept thinking about is will it fit?

“Oh, it will fit.” He smirks as he fists his cock. “It’s called a Jacob Ladder and trust me when I say it’s more for your pleasure. It will feel amazing inside you and your orgasm is going to be more intense.” He sits down on the couch. “Come here.” His voice is rough as he commands me, patting his thigh.

I walk slowly over to him, and I can feel the dampness between my legs from the last three orgasms this man has given me within the last hour and half. I am standing in front of him, he glides his hands up my legs stopping at my waist. He hoists me up on his lap just hovering over his perfect dick. His eyes never leave mine as he slams me down on top of his cock. The sensation of his fullness inside me is almost too much. I let out a throaty cry that echoes throughout the apartment.

“Your pussy feels so good. Look at how you are swallowing my cock like the dirty girl you are.” He whispers against my ear. Gripping my hips with force, I start to move.

Grinding my hips harder and faster. He feels so good, and I can feel his piercing each time I move. I can feel each one of his piercing as he thrusts into me making the sensation almost too much. Leaning forward he takes one of my nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around my nub, and he bites down hard. I cannot control the sounds that are leaving my mouth. He moves to my other breast and does the same motion of licking and biting. I can feel the pressure building, and I can feel that my orgasm is right on the edge. I grind my hips harder and faster, chasing my orgasm.

Jameson moves a hand from my hip and grips my throat, adding pressure. “Come now. Come on my dick, Angel. Come. Now.” His voice is hard as he orders me to come.

Moving up and down and side to side, I throw my head back with pleasure, and I come hard. I scream his name. “Di...Dia…Diablo. Fuck. Yes!”

I can feel myself dripping on to his balls and thighs. He thrusts two more times, and he growls loudly as I feel himself erupt inside me as some spills out and spills on to his thighs. I lie my head on his shoulder as we both are trying to catch my breath. Jameson is rubbing my back and kisses my neck softly.

With him still inside me, he picks me up with my legs wrapping around him and he carries me down the hall.

“I am not done with you yet, Angel.”

I giggle and bite my lip because I do not want this night to end.

Throughout the night I had lost count how many times Jameson made me come or how many times he fucked me. He fucked me on the bed, the shower, the wall, and every inch of his downstairs. I am sore all over, but it is the best kind of sore and I am not sorry about a damn thing. He is curled up next to me with his arm draped over my side. I move slowly to see that the clock says it is six in the morning. Shit, my flight leaves in a few hours back to Seattle. I turn my head to look at his beautiful face one last time. I kiss his lips softly, and he groans in his sleep. Moving his arm without disturbing him, I creep out of the bed to head to the bathroom to pee. I stop to look in the mirror to see what I am working with here. My eyes go wide at the sight staring back at me. There are bite marks all over my chest, stomach, and handprints lightly around my neck. I should be scared at what I see, but I close my eyes and think back to how much I liked it and wanted more.

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