Vegas, Baby: The Complete Series by Fiona Davenport

5

Saint

Angelique’s question was uttered in a tiny, hesitant voice, and it killed me that she didn’t believe I meant what I said. I couldn’t blame her, though. It sounded like everyone in her life had let her down, and we’d only met a few hours ago. I could tell her over and over, but I knew it was actions that would finally convince her to trust me.

“Angel eyes, there is nothing you could say or do that would change my mind about you.” I tucked another wayward strand of hair behind her ear and leaned my forehead against hers.

“Despite who my brother is?”

I lifted my head to stare into her turquoise pools. “I don’t care about anyone but you, Angelique.” My mouth twisted as my thoughts darkened from the mention of her brother. “I only wish I’d killed the son of a bitch when I had the chance.” She looked a little shell-shocked, so I gentled my tone when I continued. “I won’t kill him,” I promised on a sigh. “That would only take me away from you. But you’re done with him.” Her face softened and hope lit her eyes. “I’ll handle everything. I will always protect you, angel eyes.” I made sure our gazes were locked and let her see the emotions and need I felt for her. “You’re mine.”

She sucked in a breath, and we were so close that her nipples brushed my naked chest. The tiny pieces of fabric shielding them would be so easy to rip away so I could suck on those peaks like a Jolly Rancher, my favorite candy.

I held myself back, though, afraid to go any faster and spook her. We were already taking things at warp speed, and I had no intention of slowing down. But then she licked her lips and looked up at me through her long lashes. Her cheeks bloomed with color, and in the next instant, she pressed her mouth against mine.

From the innocent air surrounding her, plus her shy reaction to the feel of my rock-hard cock beneath her ass, I was confident that Vince hadn’t been fucking with me when he mentioned Angelique’s cherry—my girl was a virgin. Which led me to assume that instigating intimacy was new to her. I struggled to allow her to take the lead, but I wanted her to break out of her shell with me and feel confident and sexy.

However, her light, exploring touches eventually became too much for me. I used my thumb to gently pull down her jaw, opening her mouth so that I could plunge my tongue inside. I groaned at the first taste of her flavor and shifted in my seat because my cock became so thick, the skin around it was painfully stretched. It stood at attention, poking out of the waistband of my shorts. It didn’t help that I could feel the heat of her pussy bathing my dick through the thin cloth. The urge to rip her tiny bottoms off and sink inside her hot pussy was incredibly difficult to ignore.

Angelique moaned and scooted forward, wrapping her legs around my waist to bring our centers flush so her pussy cradled my dick. I dived one hand into her hair and gripped it so I could tilt her head and deepen the kiss. The other grabbed a handful of her ass and jerked her forward as I lifted my hips. She broke our kiss and dropped her head back, moaning long and loud. The sound shot straight to my cock, and a little come oozed from the tip.

“Have you ever had a man between your thighs, angel eyes?” I rasped as I glided my lips down the slender column of her throat. I looked up to see Angelique’s face blushed crimson, and she shook her head. “I’m the only man who’s ever going to know that pleasure,” I grunted. Her answer had nearly made me climax, and my dick spurted even more come, making a sticky mess between us. My hands shook as I fought hard to keep from shoving my fat dick into her cherry tight hole and filling her until one of my boys took root.

“Saint?” Angelique’s soft, confused voice pulled me back, and I focused on her to take my mind off my body’s desires. “I feel...what’s happening to me?” she panted.

“Trust me, baby,” I murmured as I rocked my pelvis into her. “Let it happen. Let me make you feel good.” Her turquoise eyes had been swirling with trepidation and lust, but the second she decided to trust me, the fear disappeared, and she gave in to the passion.

Her lids descended, and she dropped her head back, moaning and gyrating her hips, searching for relief. “Fuck, angel eyes,” I groaned. “I love hearing those sexy sounds. Don’t hold back, baby. I want to hear you scream my name.”

Angelique shuddered, and her breaths became fast and choppy, making her tits jiggle. I gave in to one of the needs clawing at me and took my hand from her hair to yank her bikini top down, causing her tits to spill free. “Perfect,” I mumbled before bending my head and sucking one puckered, coral nipple into my mouth. “I’m going to fuck these one day.” Angelique shuddered again, and I let her nipple go with a pop to straighten so I could study her face. “Does that turn you on, angel eyes? Do you like it when I tell you what I want to do to you?”

She swallowed hard, then whispered, “Yes.”

“My girl gets off on dirty talk? Could you be any more fucking perfect?”

Angelique blushed even harder, and I punched my hips forward, then in an upward motion to make sure I rubbed against her clit as I growled, “I can’t wait to sink my tongue inside your tight little pussy, baby. Then I’m going to impale you on my big, fat cock and fuck you so good you won’t be able to sit the next day.” I repeated the motion, and she sucked in a harsh breath.

“Please,” she begged. She’d been gripping my shoulders, but she moved one hand to reach down and take hold of one of the strings that kept her bottoms on. I grabbed her hand and brought it to my mouth, brushing a soft kiss over the back before returning it to my shoulder.

“We’ll get there, angel eyes,” I promised. “But our first time together isn’t going to be a quick fuck in my dressing room. Don’t worry, though. I’m going to make you come and take the edge off.”

I put both hands on her ass and helped her rub against me, pushing her toward completion. She cried out over and over, getting louder the closer she got.

“Good girl, angel eyes. Let me hear what I do to you while you take what you need.”

I went back to loving on her tits while she sped up her pace, and after a few more thrusts, she screamed my name as she broke apart in my arms.

I was absolutely mesmerized by the sight and barely noticed that I came right after her. She was gorgeous in the throes of passion, and this was only from a little dry humping. Imagining what she would look like when she came with my cock buried deep inside her almost destroyed what was left of my control.

While I waited for her to float back down to earth, I held her tenderly in my arms and tried to calm my own racing heart and overwhelming hunger. Eventually, her breathing returned to normal, and she collapsed against my chest.

After a few minutes, I helped her sit up and righted her clothing, before lifting her and setting her on the bench beside me. Then I stood and walked to a table laden with snacks and drinks, but I ignored all of that and snagged my black duffel bag from underneath it. I returned to the bench and set the bag down before rummaging around inside until I found what I was looking for. I withdrew a black T-shirt and shrugged it on, then rooted around some more until I found the spare I kept in there.

I grinned as I approached Angelique, feeling possessive and cocky at the blissed out expression on her face. When I tugged the shirt over her head, she blinked a few times and seemed to come back to reality. She helped me get her arms through the holes, then looked down and pulled it away from her body. The shirt engulfed her, and her eyes went wide. “Holy cow. You’re huge,” she mumbled. Then her eyes slid over to stare at the large bulge so clearly visible through the loose fabric of my shorts.

I chuckled as I threw my gear into the bag and zipped it up. “Don’t worry, angel eyes. I might be a big guy, but you were made for me.”