Vegas, Baby: The Complete Series by Fiona Davenport

8

Angelique

Saint dumped me onto the bed, completely naked and dripping with water. I let out a squeak when he landed on top of me, his large body pressing mine into the mattress. My legs cradled his hips, and the only thing between his rock-hard length and my core was the wet material of his boxers. Without it there, he could slide his dick inside me without any resistance—except for my virginity. Not that I was going to let it stop me from having sex with Saint. He was the first man I’d ever responded to this way, and I wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass me by.

Twining my arms around his neck, I pulled his head down until his mouth met mine. A groan rumbled up his chest, and his tongue swept against my bottom lip. I opened to let him in, and he took my breath away. His fingers tangled in my hair as he tilted my head to deepen the kiss. There was so much chemistry between us, I felt as though it was going to burn me alive. Writhing beneath him, I mewled in need when he lifted his head again. “Don’t worry, angel eyes. I’m going to give you exactly what you need.”

He started to move down my body, his mouth hot against my skin as he sucked and nibbled his way along my curves, pausing to pay attention to my breasts before he moved down to my belly. “I’m finally going to sink my tongue inside your tight little pussy and get a taste of you. I’ve been dying for it, baby.”

My hips jerked up, and he wrapped his hands around them to hold me in place as he wedged his shoulders under my thighs. My wits scattered when he lifted my ass higher and buried his face between my legs. His tongue circled my clit, and I dug my fingers into his hair. I wanted to keep him right where he was, with his mouth working me into a frenzy. My legs clenched as his tongue flicked down my slit to thrust inside me. “Oh, wow. That feels incredible, but I need...more.”

“I’ll always give you what you need,” he swore, releasing his hold on one of my hips. If I hadn’t been halfway out of my mind with need, I would’ve questioned how permanent he made that sound. But I was teetering over the edge and couldn’t think clearly.

His palm glided across my upper thigh, his thumb coming to a stop directly above my clit. I tried wiggling so he’d stroke me where I wanted him to, but his other hand kept me firmly in place. He kept moving his tongue in and out of me, but he didn’t move his hand again until I pleaded, “Please, Michael.”

“Fuck, I love hearing you say my name in that sexy little whimper.” He circled my clit with his thumb and began to work a finger inside me. “But what I really want is to hear you scream it.”

I wanted the same thing, but I didn’t have the chance to tell him because we both got what we wanted when he started to pump his finger in and out of me and tossed me over the edge. But he didn’t stop there. He kept working me over with his mouth and hand until I came a second time. Then he shifted to his knees, shoved his boxers down, and lined up his hard length with my entrance. “I think you’re finally ready for me to impale you on my big, fat cock.”

I thought I was ready, too...until he started to stick his dick inside me, and it felt as though he’d never fit. “You weren’t kidding when you called it big.”

“Compared to you, every part of me is huge,” he groaned as he worked the tip all the way in. “But I’ll make it up to you, angel eyes.”

“Make what up to me?” I asked just as he pulled back a tiny bit before powering into me, his cock tearing through the proof of my virginity with one powerful thrust. The sharp bite of pain had tears gathering in my eyes, and he lowered his head to kiss them away when they slid down my cheeks.

“Shh, baby,” he whispered against my ear, cradling my head in his palms. “Give it a minute, and you’ll feel better.”

How this big brute of a man could be so darn sweet to me, I’d never know. But I was grateful because I wasn’t used to being treated with care. I did as he asked, breathing through the pain as I stared into his dark eyes. A couple of minutes later, the sting faded and only a feeling of fullness remained. I wiggled my hips to see what happened, and the new angle drove Saint deeper inside me. His hands drifted down my body to grip my hips. “Don’t move until you’re sure you’re ready. Your tight pussy feels too damn good wrapped around my cock. I’m barely holding on to my control here, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“The pain is gone,” I reassured him, running my palms down his back to dig my nails into his butt cheeks. “And I want more.”

“Then more is what you’ll get.” Heat flared in his eyes as his hips drew back until only the tip of his cock was lodged inside me. “So much of me that you’ll still be able to feel where I’ve been inside you tomorrow.”

I had no doubt he’d fulfill his promise when he drove back inside me over and over again. His eyes never left mine as he continued to move, his chest heaving with exertion and sweat dripping down his face. He slid his palm up my belly to cup one of my breasts, his thumb toying with my nipple.

“Yes. Michael, yes!” I moaned and writhed beneath him, my nails digging into his skin as I held on while he powered in and out of me.

He gave my pebbled nipple a final tweak before his hand slid lower. His fingers hovered over my pulsing clit. “I can feel how close you are to coming again with your pussy clenching around my dick so hard. Give it to me, Angelique.”

He switched up his long strokes for short ones, circling his hips until he hit me in a spot that made my eyes cross. I gasped, my legs tightening around his hips. “Right there, huh?” Saint grunted as he thrust against me again. I threw my head back, and his mouth crashed against my damp skin. His teeth scraped against my throat while he drove into me. Then he pinched my clit between his forefinger and thumb. White-hot pleasure ripped through my body, making my toes curl. Having him inside me as I came made the incredible orgasms he’d given me earlier pale in comparison. My entire body tensed as I shuddered. I’d never felt anything like it before, this never-ending bliss as he continued to thrust in and out until he finally anchored himself deep inside and followed me over the edge. Hot streams of his come filled me to overflowing as I collapsed against the pillows.

Cuddled between his soft mattress and hard body, I felt boneless and was so relaxed that I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up again about thirty minutes later, Saint wasn’t in bed with me. A feeling of abandonment crept over me—something I was used to—but it was different this time. Not just because I’d given Saint my virginity but also that I hadn’t expected him to walk away from me so easily after everything he’d been saying.

Pushing my disappointment deep down inside, I rolled off the mattress and pulled on the shirt I’d worn to bed last night and padded into Saint’s ridiculously large closet to grab a pair of his boxers. After rolling them at my waist, I headed for the bathroom to brush my teeth and clean up a little. Once that was done, I went off to search for Saint.

I found him in the kitchen, stirring something in a saucepan on the stove. He was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and nothing else, looking just as sexy as he had in the ring last night. I jerked my head up so I wouldn’t visibly drool as I asked, “Could you give me a ride back to the stadium?”

His shoulders tensed at my question. He turned off the burner, moved the pan to the other side of the stove, and turned to stare at me. “What?”

It felt as though I was pinned into place by his dark gaze, making me nervous. “I really appreciate you letting me crash here last night.”

“Crash?” he echoed softly as he stalked toward me. “What the hell do you think is going on between us?”

Taking a small step back, I shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never done the morning after thing before.”

“You need to get something straight in your pretty head, angel eyes.” He reached out to grab my hand and tugged me close. “This is forever.”