when my tongue teases her opening. My fingers dig into her hips and hold her still as I lick along her slit.
The sound of a door shutting has my eyes flicking to the side to see who it is. I don’t stop what I’m doing though. I can’t. I’m going to make her come, and at this point I don’t really care if someone sees us.
A young guy in his early twenties stops about fifteen feet from us and leans his shoulder against the wall. He smirks and settles in to watch. I’m surprised that the thought of him seeing Kenna’s naked ass doesn’t have me yelling at him to get lost.
I attack her clit with more ferocity wanting to make her come quickly and show this young buck how it’s done. A soft moan falls from her lips as she trembles through her release.
She gasps when she opens her eyes and notices the dude watching us with his hard cock in hand. I don’t pay him any mind, only my girl and what a lucky bastard I am to be the one she belongs to - the one about to own her pussy.
The button on my pants is open by the time I’m standing. I lean in and whisper in her ear as I unzip my pants. “Just relax and go with this. I want you to think about what I’m doing to you and how hot it must look to him.” She nods her head and closes her eyes. I pull her hips toward me, arching her back and the enticing curves of her ass make me groan. I slide the head of my cock along her slit, back and forth and then thrust all the way inside her. I pause for a moment. God her pussy feels amazing. Every time I’m buried inside her it’s better than the last. I pump in and out of her, my pace is fast. I’m not going to last long. I slap her tempting ass and leave my handprint on her. The red mark screams mine. I want to tattoo it there. This ass is mine. This pussy is mine. She’s mine. I pound into her harder and deeper, gripping her hair with one hand.
“Yes, fuck me,” she whispers.
“Is this my pussy?” I squeeze her clit between my fingers.
“Yes,” she moans thrusting her ass back as I push forward. Her pussy squeezes my cock when she comes on it.
“Goddamn right it is. It’s always going to be mine.” I growl as I slam into her. I bite her neck as my orgasm hits me hard and fast. Resting my head on her shoulder, my breaths are harsh and ragged as they leave me. “I love you,” I whisper and place a gentle kiss just below her ear.
Our voyeur groans, and I ignore the fact the dude just got off.
By the time, we begin to fix our clothing he’s gone. I don’t want Kenna to be uncomfortable with what happened, so I’m glad he didn’t stick around and make things awkward. It’s not something I plan on making a habit of. I’m going to chalk it up to a combination of too much liquor and being in Sin City.
It’s eleven-thirty the next morning, when we sit down to breakfast with the rest of the gang. We’re in one of the restaurants located at the hotel. We’re all dressed casually so we fit right in at the Golden Egg with its relaxed atmosphere. Works for me. I don’t wear anything but jeans, unless I must.
Once the waitress has taken all our orders I settle back in my seat. “We want to thank you all for coming on this trip with us. We’re so excited you guys are all going to be a part of our wedding.” I take a sip of my water. My throat is dry and having to say a few heartfelt words isn’t helping any. “You being here means the world to us and we’ll never forget it.” I glance at Kenna sitting next to me, and she smiles.
“What he said.” She gestures at me and giggles.
“I still can’t believe you guys are actually tying the knot and before Kyle and I.” Janny shakes her head and fake pouts at Kyle, before giggling. “Seven years is a long time to wait to marry someone. You guys deserve to be happy.” She picks up her glass of water. “I want to propose a toast. To Kenna and Derek. May your marriage