Vegas, Baby Volume 3 - Fiona Davenport Page 0,67

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.”

6

Angelique

My brain couldn’t quite wrap around how much had changed since Vince brought me to the stadium for his bout. I’d walked in there dreading the time I was about to spend in a tiny uniform, but Saint had changed that when he threw his robe over me and carried me out of the Octagon. I’d been scared for my safety, and he insisted he’d keep me safe. I’d been a virgin who’d never had a guy give her an orgasm, and he’d changed that too—in a mind-blowing way.

While I was still feeling the high from my release, Saint led