“You want to gamble?” Paul asked as we made our way back to the hotel through the large casino.
“I shouldn’t. What if I get into trouble?” I asked, more worried about getting him into trouble than myself.
“Baby, you look twenty-five, not a day younger,” he smirked, the three drinks at the club starting to finally show their damage.
“Okay,” I said, pulling the free twenty-dollar bet from my new designer handbag.
“What do you want to play?” he asked.
“Roulette,” I decided quickly as he led me towards an open table.
I slapped the bet down on five, my favorite number, and watched as the dealer flung the metal ball into the spinning wheel. “Five,” she announced loudly, placing a crystal ornament on my bet paper.
“What did I win?” I asked, not really understanding the process of the game I’d just played.
She pushed chips towards me, lots of them. Paul gripped me by the waist, pulled me in close, and for a moment, our lips grazed against one another’s. Why didn’t he kiss me? It was perfect. I wanted it.
I let Paul collect the chips and take them to the cashier window, trading them in for seven, crisp one hundred dollar bills. I jumped, squealed, and almost exploded on the elevator ride up to the hotel.
“Now I can pay you back,” I smiled, knowing that would only be a drop in the bucket of what he’d actually spent.
“No. You won that money. You keep it,” he insisted, sliding the room key through the lock, and pushing the heavy door open for me to enter.
I didn’t think the night could get any better, until he kissed me.
Chapter Five
I turned to gush about our night one last time before bed, only to find Paul, already right behind me.
He didn’t hesitate; there was no awkwardness, just passion, unbridled passion when he scooped me into his arms.
Our lips met fully, for the first time. Fireworks exploded in my head as blasts of electricity pushed through my veins, exiting at all my erogenous zones.
I melted into his arms, my toes lifting me towards his mouth so he could stand erect. The way he kissed me, it was different than I’d ever been kissed, better than I’d ever been kissed.
His lips closed against my shy tongue, pulling it from my mouth and into his. He sucked hard, and then gently, and then entangled around mine with a swift skill that I knew could only come from experience.
Our mouths danced in perfect harmony together, Paul taking the lead. His hands rubbed on my body, squeezing my flesh into his fingers, and taking detailed time to trace my every curve.
I reached for his pants, ready for this to go to the next level, causing Paul to pull from my mouth’s grip and take a step back.
“We probably shouldn’t,” he whispered, not convincing himself any more than me.
My hands still gripped at his belt, not relinquishing my objective of removing it. A flick of the thumb, a tug, swift and smooth, and the belt was in the floor, and Paul had forgotten all about his doubts.
He walked me towards the bedroom, his hands lifting and tugging at my ass cheeks until I was in his arms, straddled around his waist and feeling his hard cock press into my panties.
He tossed me on the bed, paused a moment to take me in with a warm smile, and then hungry eyes. He finished the job of removing his pants, searching desperately through his wallet until finding the foil package hidden deep in the back. He slipped off his shirt, stood with cock in hand, stroking slowly while I squirmed on the large bed.
My eyes held onto the vision of his cock, hard, large and thick in his hand. My mouth watered, my pussy throbbed, and he not touching me, teasing me, was bringing me close to orgasm.
His hands slid up my dress, revealing the matching hot pink panties I wore underneath. That grin on his face, fuck, it was intoxicating. “Take me,” I moaned.
Blue eyes lifted, looking into mine, soft, gentle, passionate. My ass lifted, letting his hands remove the silk barrier between his cock and my pussy, never taking our eyes from one another.
Fingers slid between my swollen pussy lips, slippery and slick against the juices he’d worked up. My hips rocked forward, arching my back, and pushing his long finger into my body.
Explosions erupted everywhere, to pinpoint them, I couldn’t. My nipples ached, my thighs quivered, and cum rushed from my cunt to his hand in strong, powerful waves.
Our eyes broke contact, his moving lower on my body to the warm, tight spot where his fingers played. Soon his mouth, warm and wet was against my skin, and his tongue lapping cum that dripped from between my legs.
The contact was torturous, creating bursts of pleasure that left me without control. I begged for him to fuck me, something I’d never done, even when Scott used to beg me to talk dirty, I just couldn’t. With Paul, I couldn’t control it, my words sounding foreign to me as they escaped my lips, “give me your hard cock,” I moaned.
“Please, Paul, fuck me now,” I gasped.
He was so hard his cock turned a purplish color as he gripped it in his hand. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy,” he whispered in my ear as he positioned himself at the warmth of my pussy.
Our mouths met once again, this time loosely, with sloppier, less controlled rhythm. His cock was pushing into me, spreading my pussy open to fill me with his hard cock. My hips rocked with his, begging him to give me more.
It was obvious he was reluctant to let himself slide all the inside, already so excited, that he throbbed against my pussy walls, creating vibrations to my stretched clit, bringing on yet another orgasm. I didn’t know you could have more than one, but as my throbs pushed against his, I knew.
A groan like a grizzly bear echoed in the room as Paul unleashed his cum, so warm that even through the latex I could feel it on my skin.
The weight of his body fell onto me, only for a second as he caught his breath. I still trembled beneath him, around him, with him, as he slowly pulled himself from inside my body.
His hand gently stroked my cheek, pushing back the blonde lock that had fallen to my face. I stared into his eyes, trying to see what he was thinking, feel what he was feeling, but he left me with a single kiss before I was able to connect to his soul.
I knew there was something there between us, no matter how different or how new. We were connected, at least for a few precious moments. But, now he was slipping back away, sliding his condom off into the trash can, and displaying his glorious ass as he went into the living room, coming back in wearing his sleep pants, and carrying two bottles of water.
I didn’t get up. I urged him back into bed, sliding my dress from my body, revealing my full nudity to his beautiful eyes before disappearing under the blankets.
“Stay with me,” I insisted, lifting the blanket for him to snuggle against my flesh.
He did as I requested, but his demeanor had changed back to the awkward Paul I’d first met.
I fell asleep satisfied, but not before analyzing his hot and cold behaviors in my head over and over. Maybe this is a clue as to why he’s alone.
The End of Book 4 of 5
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Book 75: Her Sensual Vegas Night 5
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter One
I woke up in the large bed where I’d fallen asleep beside Paul, only Paul was no longer there.
The sun was just starting to rise, and once I stretched my arms, opened my eyes fully, and sat up in bed, I could hear the sound of his razor buzzing from th
e other room.
I didn’t bother dressing as I slipped out of bed. My body was smooth, tan, and perfectly pleasing without any clothes, Scott had told me that plenty of times.
Paul was in the bathroom in the front room, finishing the removal of his stubble. “I loved that stubble between my legs,” I pouted, pushing my hand high on my hip, and cocking it to the side.
His eyes couldn’t hide their delight even though it was obvious they tried. “Wow,” he sighed, setting his razor on the bathroom counter, and letting his mouth fall open at the sight of my young, firm body.
As quickly as he let go, he took control again, pushing whatever connection there was deep into a hole in the pit of his soul where I couldn’t reach it. “What’s wrong?’ I asked, watching him nervously fumble with his tie.
“It’s just-we just-I just…” he stumbled with his words unable to say whatever it was he desperately wanted to say.
“What is it?” I asked, sitting on the lounger just outside the bathroom.
My legs opened, torturing him, and loving every second of it. His nervousness, his shyness, even though confusing, I found it thrilling.
“What happened last night…I’m really sorry,” he said, quickly grabbing a robe from the bathroom and covering me with it.
“Why would you be sorry?” I asked, confused, and slightly offended.
“You told me what you’ve been through, what you ran from. I’m helping you, not because I expect anything from you, but because I care about you,” he replied, his eyes filled with anxiousness.
“I know that. I know you don’t expect anything. I think that’s why I feel so open with you, so connected with you,” I said, my voice starting to shake.
I wanted to tell him that no one had ever done anything for me like he had, and certainly not without expectation. My heart tore inside my chest, ripping from its arteries as I felt him slipping away. That closeness we felt, that connection, it was something I’d always craved, and finally received. Now he wanted to take it away.
“I just don’t want you to feel obligated. I shouldn’t’ve kissed you-I shouldn’t’ve done anything I did,” he apologized.
“No. I wanted you to. I’d been hoping you’d kiss me,” I pleaded.
“You’re only eighteen. You have your entire life ahead of you. It’s just not fair for me to take advantage of you the way I did,” his face filled with shame as his eyes drifted from mine.
I felt like screaming “I don’t have a fucking life, everyone else does, not me!” But I held my emotions together like always. I learned early on, people not in your situation could never truly understand it, and they certainly didn’t want you making them feel bad about their life by crying about yours.
Rejection hit me like a ton of bricks, knocking me off a bridge into the river. My tears flooded my eyes, as I pushed them back, my entire felt as though it was floating, slowly sinking, destined to drown, never to be found at the bottom of the dirty river.
“We have two more days here. My stay got extended due to a new vendor arriving late on scene. Let’s go back to the way it’s been. No sex. Just two people who care about one another, sharing a trip to Vegas, and making it as fun as possible for each other,” he pleaded, desperation prevailing in his voice.
A part of my heart wanted to fight for what I wanted, but another part didn’t want to see him in pain, and would prefer to give in to his pleas. I’d never felt that selfless type of love before, and feeling it now, it hurt worse than any selfish love I’d ever felt in my lifetime.
“Okay,” I agreed, fighting back the tears still loaded and ready to roll.
“Thank you,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss me softly on the forehead before he left for the day.
I walked into the room, picking up my phone from the side of the bed. I’d sent a dozen Snapchats to Lisa the night before, and I wanted to see if she’d responded. I needed someone to talk to, and even though I knew she wouldn’t truly understand, she was all I had.
No response and two of the last pictures I’d sent said undeliverable. I typed a quick text for Lisa, just asking if she believed me now, but nothing would send.
I called her number, only to get a recording that informed me my number was disabled, and my phone suspended from any services.
My finger slid to the WiFi connection, enabling the hotel’s network. Immediately, my phone buzzed, Snapchats from Lisa pushed through of her freaking out about me really being in Las Vegas.
The last video I watched, she was at a party, and Scott was in the background. Seeing her with him reminded me of the life I had back home. A life where everyone only worried about their own life. Even now, vanished without warning, in Las Vegas of all places, and with a man no one had ever seen before, they didn’t even ask if I was okay. Why was I there, what happened. Any of the questions that I thought I’d received had been left unasked. No, I didn’t want to talk to Lisa after all.
Since Gary wasn’t getting payment with my pussy, he shut off my phone. Maybe he traced it to find out where I was, but it’s doubtful. My mom had never called, not even my work when I didn’t show up for my shift.
Paul had been the first person, the only person I’d met in my life that truly cared about me, even without knowing me.
Chapter Two
I counted the money in my purse. It was more money than I’d ever had at once in my life. There was no reason for me to stay here with Paul. I could just leave, get on a plane, and hire a cab to take me to my grandmother’s house.
My browser displayed the earliest flights from Las Vegas to Phoenix, and if I wanted, I could leave right now. So, why didn’t I?
Paul came back from the convention earlier than he had the day before. I had just come up from the pool, still wearing the hot, red string bikini he’d bought me.
It was obvious that he enjoyed me in the suit, but also obvious he wasn’t willing to give up the control he had over his emotions.
“You wanna grab an early dinner?” he asked, looking exhausted from drinking the night before, and spending his day working vendor booths where he worked on expanding his business.
“How about room service?” I suggested, causing his eyes to light up.
“That would be amazing. Maybe some pay per view?” he asked, his tone lifting from drab to delighted quickly.
“Anything you want,” I said with a smile.
The night in gave me insight into Paul’s mind, at least to some degree. He was in love once, and they were even set to be married. She broke his heart, and not just by deciding to leave. She left, but with his largest rival, the store that’s now threatening his destruction.
Trust is something that always came easy to Paul, but trust and relationships were something that didn’t mix.
“You can’t run from love,” I said, snuggled up under his warm blanket on his fold up bed.
The movie we’d rented was already off, credits scrolling, and we’d never watched a minute of it.
“I’m working on it,” he laughed my comment off, but deep down, I knew he was just scared of being hurt again.
“I’m taking the day off tomorrow. What would you like to do?” he asked.
The question started a list of sights I wanted to see while here, fearful I’d never get the chance to photograph them again.
Paul was eager to bring all my dreams to life, agreeing to every place I’d mention. “We can’t do it all,” I protested, my excitement flowing from my tongue.
“Then we’ll just have to come back,” he smiled.
“You’ll drop me at my grandma’s and never want to see me again,” I teased, but secretly worried it was true.
“I’m afraid that would be you,” he said without any playfulness in his tone.
I watched his eyes fill with that same fear and sadness as when he spoke about how his ex-fiancé had hurt him. “You serious think I would be the one to ditch you?” I asked carefully.
“You’re stuck with me here. I’m taking care of y
ou, and you have nowhere else to go. Once we leave here, you have an entire world at your fingertips,” he said, making a mocked motion of snapping a photo.
“And I’d search the world twice over to find someone like you, never finding it, and always pining what could’ve been,” I said softly, meaning every last word.
I didn’t push Paul anymore that night, instead I went to my room, asking only for a goodnight hug, and quick kiss on the cheek.
I’s find a way to prove to him that he was wrong, even if it was long after we left Vegas.
Chapter Three
I’d never had an entire day devoted to only what I wanted to do, not even an hour to be honest. But, today was my day, and Paul was making it happen.
When I opened my eyes, a camera greeted me with a pretty pink bow on the pillow next to me. It wasn’t one of the fanciest ones, but it was all Paul could find in the local pawn shops. To me, it was perfect, better than the one I’d saved up for and lost my first day here.
A helicopter was chartered for the entire day, whisking us over the strip for scenic photo’s, and then to the Hoover Dam.
I didn’t tell Paul I was afraid of heights, but having him by my side, I felt safe.
Paul would steal glances when he thought I wasn’t watching, but I was always watching.
He looked at me in a way I’d only ever seen in the movies. No one in my life had a relationship so sweet to compare this to. I wanted desperately to hang onto this for as long as I could, forever if possible.
“What now?” Paul asked, holding my hand as I climbed out of the helicopter.
The day was hot, and while in that enclosed helicopter, all I could think of was the cool waters at the hotel pool.
“Swimming?” I asked, my bottom lip pushed out to show how much I truly wanted him to say yes.
“You don’t have to beg. This is your day. Anything you want, you get,” he said with confidence.
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