Vegas, Baby Volume 3 - Fiona Davenport Page 0,16

back in. Anna dropped her head back and moaned, giving me what I was looking for.

I began to thrust in and out in a steady rhythm, retreating until only the tip remained before driving back in until you couldn’t see where she ended and I began. Anna’s whimpers turned to cries, and each one sent shocks of pleasure straight to my cock.

“Anna,” I grunted as sweat dripped from my forehead. “I’m never going to get enough of you. I could live inside your snug pussy. Fuck, yeah. Squeeze me, sweetheart. Yes!”

Anna’s hands delved into my hair, and she yanked at the strands as she met me thrust for thrust. “Oh, Julian! Yes! Oh, oh, oh, more!”

“I’ll give you more, sweetheart,” I rasped through a clenched jaw. “Anything you want.” I rose onto my knees, pushed her legs to her chest, and leaned over them. The change in angle had me so deep I bumped her cervix. Giving myself over to instinct, I lost all rhythm and wildly slammed into her, clenching my ass and bucking my hips hard with each thrust. Anna’s muscles clamped around me, and I nearly passed out from the utter ecstasy barreling through me. “I need you to come, sweetheart.” I gripped her ass to raise her pussy up so I would hit her clit with every thrust. I spread her cheeks and used a finger to play around her puckered ring before slipping just the tip inside.

Anna screamed so loud I hoped the suites next to us were empty so no one heard my woman as she came. Her orgasm ripped through her, causing her to convulse. With each shudder, her pussy gripped me like a vise, milking my orgasm until I was following her into bliss.

“Fuck! Anna! Fuck, yes!”

Come poured from my cock, filling her until it was dripping down her thighs and ass. I pounded into her until the racing of my heart began to slow and her shakes started to subside. Finally, my dick seemed to be empty, and I collapsed on top of her. To keep from crushing her with my weight, I rolled to my back, taking her with me so we remained connected. She relaxed on top of me, her head on my chest, and her legs lying limp on either side of me. Her heart was still racing, and I used my fingertips to draw patterns on her back until she calmed down and her breathing turned even.

I kissed the top of her head and wrapped my arms around her. “Perfect,” I mumbled before I succumbed to sleep.

8

Anna

Waking up with Julian’s arms wrapped around me was better than I imagined—and I’d done plenty of imagining during the month I’d tried my best to avoid him. One of his hands was splayed across my stomach, and the other cupped one of my breasts. The center of his palm rested directly over my nipple, and the pebbled tip pressed into his faintly callused skin, basically begging to be caressed even in my sleep.

Wait.

What time was it?

I jerked out of his hold to twist and stare at the clock on the nightstand. When I saw that it was almost two o’clock in the afternoon already, I was in shock. “No, no, no!”

Julian curled up to look at me, his elbow pressed into the mattress, as I frantically crawled off the bed. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“What’s wrong?” I echoed on a gasp, twirling around to glare at him. He looked hotter than usual with his dark hair mussed, his green eyes at half mast, and the sheet hanging low on his hips. I forced my gaze away from his sculpted chest and hissed, “The workday is almost over! My boss has no idea where I am”—I waved my hand around the room—“and it’s not as though I can tell her you carried me out of the office before anyone else got there so you could take my virginity, and then I passed out due to an orgasm-induced stupor!”

Julian glanced at the clock and sighed, raking his hand through his hair. “Well, shit. I missed a rehearsal for a new trick I’m planning to use in the show next month.”

Finding my panties and pants on the floor, I tugged them on in a hurry. After I grabbed my bra, slid it on, and hooked the clasp, I turned back to him. “You missed a practice. Whoop-de-doo. You’re the freaking star of the show, Julian. Nobody is going to yell at you, and they’re not