Forever My Babygirl (Vegas Daddies) - Page 26

My breasts grow heavy, my nipples straining against the silk bra. He slips his hand over them, gliding over my sensitive buds, making them grow tighter. I wrap my hand behind me, running it over the back of his head as he kisses my neck, his caresses growing more fevered.

His hand slides down my panties, his fingers finding my slick folds. My breath hitches as he rubs over my pulsing clit, up and down until my palms go back to the glass, pressing into it, holding on as he draws the orgasm from my core. “Yes, yes, daddy, just like that.” His fingers work faster and my hips rock back and forth, taking all the pleasure I can get until I come, my muscles tightening as a shiver runs down my spine, my damp palms sliding down the glass.

“Daddy’s turn.” He rips the dress from my shoulders, tossing it to the floor. He tugs the stockings and panties over my hips, pulling them down to my knees. He grabs me around the waist with one arm, dragging a plush armchair closer to the window with the other. He bends me over the chair, my upper body perched across the two cushioned arms.

I can still see the whole city.

I stare out over the lights, the tiny people dotting the sidewalks. I watch it all as he grabs my hips, entering me from behind. Can anyone see us? I doubt it, and if so, I really don’t care. Because all I want is to lay over this chair and have him take me. And he does. He slides his cock inside me, my pussy stretching, welcoming him in. He takes me hard and fast, thrusting deep inside me each time, the soft skin of his ball sac brushing my bare ass as he rocks his hips forward.

My fingers dig into the upholstery as my core tightens like a spring. I let go of everything, quieting my mind and tuning only into the intense waves of pleasure rocking through my body, as I fully embrace the moment. His thrusts grow deeper, faster, his hips banging against my ass as he fucks me.

Perspiration dots my brow, my jaw hangs slack, my brow tightening as my eyes snap shut and the powerful release overtakes me.

We come together, at the same exact time. Me clutching the chair and crying his name, his fingertips digging into my hips as he calls my name like a prayer. “Emmeline, yes, God, Emmeline.”

He gives one final thrust, collapsing over my back for a moment, his stubbled cheek pressed against my shoulder. He gives my ass a slap. “Damn, babygirl. You wreck me.” His hands slide down my back and he grabs my waist, lifting me from the chair as he slips out from me, his seed running down my leg. He turns me to face him, kissing me with a passion that I’ve not known with other men. His arms wrap around me, pressing my body against his.

He holds me like he’s scared of letting me go. He kisses me like a man who knows his time is ending.

And it is. Soon.

It’s midnight. We have only twenty hours left.

We shower in the massive stone shower. He does that trick with the detachable shower head again, this one even more powerful than before. He turns it on high, pinning me to the wall and holding it between my thighs and teasing my nipples until I’m coming with a squeal. Afterward, he dries my skin and brings me the bag of clothing he’d bought for me. I sort through, looking for comfortable clothes. He thought of everything and I find soft pajamas and yoga pants to choose between. I put on the pajamas, and then wrapped in one another’s arms, we fall asleep, our limbs tangled together.

The sun wakes me in the morning, streaming through the windows. I remember where I am, and I stretch out, smiling to myself. Last night was incredible and I still have the whole day with Rawley. He’s booked me till eight tonight.

What will we do today? More gambling? Oh, maybe swim in that gorgeous pool I saw when we were dining on the rooftop? I wonder if there’s a swimsuit in one of those white boxes he’s given me.

And there’s still plenty of time for more sex. A warmth grows between my thighs at the thought of last night, my palms sliding down the glass of the windows as he fingered me until I came, looking over the city.

Ready to start my day, I roll over, smiling, anxious to see his beautiful face as he sleeps.

The bed is empty. I’m alone. Is he in the shower? I listen for running water, but I hear none. Hmm…that’s funny. Maybe he went to get us coffees?

I stretch out, still grinning like a cat that’s gotten the cream. Then I see it. My stomach sinks to my spine.

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