Page 117 of A Match Made in Vegas


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A soft brush at first.

Then a little harder. The flick of my tongue. Softer. Harder. Faster. Slower.

I take my time tasting every inch of her soft folds. I tease her with soft flicks. With slow, long circles.

I tease her again and again—

Until she's tugging at my hair.

The force of the gesture makes my cock whine.

I love seeing her lost in this. I love how much she needs me right now, how she'd do anything to have me.

After one more delicious tease, I give her what she wants. I run my tongue over her clit. A firm stroke. Then a softer one. No. Too soft.

A little harder.

There.

That's the spot, that pressure that makes her thighs shake.

I test the spots until I find the one that makes her purr, then I try different speeds, different pressures.

Until she groans, "Fuck," and tugs at my hair again.

That's it.

I give her what she needs.

I press my palms into her thighs, keeping her pinned to the bed, as I lick her to climax.

She rocks her hips as she comes, groaning my name, tugging at my hair.

She gets wetter, sweeter as she pulses against my lips.

I work her through her orgasm; I give her a moment to catch her breath, then I stand and flip her over on her back.

Daphne grunts as I pull her wrists together behind her back. "Is this what you're trying to do, baby? You're trying to tempt me."

She mutters an incomprehensible collection of vowels.

"Bad girl." I undo the knot of my tie then I wrap the fabric around her wrists. Not hard enough to really contain her. Only enough she feels bound. "Do you know what I do with bad girls?"

"No," she breathes.

"Whatever the fuck I want." I unzip my slacks.

The sound is enough to make her moan. I leave her there, in anticipation, for a moment. I savor the sight of her spread over the bed on her stomach, legs parted, hands bound by my tie.

Naked except for the rings on her left hand.

There is something sexy about it. Something I want to claim for longer than a few weeks.

But I can't.

I have to enjoy this part.

I adjust my slacks, I take the condom, I roll it over my cock, then I position her body against mine.

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