Page 32 of The Hero + Vegas = No Regrets

I press my mouth to her lips and start to move her hips. I need more of her. Right. Now.

“Worth,” she whispers into my mouth.

“We both need this,” I growl.

“But I’m—” She doesn’t finish her sentence. Instead she convulses around me like her orgasm has been waiting, just an inch away, for an hour.

The vibrations on my dick break through all my defenses and my orgasm rushes through me. I push my hips up, animal instinct taking over, driving me to bury my come deep.

Damn that fucking condom.

She collapses in my arms. After a moment I stand, scooping her up. I dispose of the condom and take her to the bed.

Now I can get to work.

I lay her out, body limp and satiated. For now.

I crawl between her thighs. Her pussy is still swollen from my dick. This time I’m going to make her come on my tongue.

“Worth,” she says, propping herself up on her elbows. “You don’t have to do that.”

I frown. “I want to,” I say.

She doesn’t look convinced. “Are you sure? I just?—”

“Am I sure that I want to taste you, make you wet, feel you vibrate around my mouth, make you come? Yeah, I’m fucking sure I want to do all of that.”

She still doesn’t look like she’s convinced.

“It’s just…”

“What? You don’t like it?”

“I do, but I just don’t climax like that. I don’t want you to be offended.”

I can’t help but laugh. Partly because she’s being so goddamn polite, but partly because she’s very much mistaken. She’s going to come so hard, they’re going to hear it over at the Bellagio.

“Just relax. I don’t want you to come,” I say.

She slumps down onto the bed and I prop myself up from where I’m situated between her legs. “Do you hear me? No coming. If you dare come on my tongue, I’m going to flip you over and fuck you so hard, you’re not going to be able to walk down that aisle tomorrow, do you understand?”

She nods her head, and I settle back down between her thighs. I slip my hands under her ass, licking slowly up and down her folds, enjoying the way she shifts underneath me, half trying to resist, half wanting more. I circle her clit with my tongue, flicking and pressing before pushing deeper. I can taste her juices. She’s so wet, so slick under my tongue, across my chin. I’m growing hard against my stomach again.

I push my thumb into her and she moans, my fingers spreading her folds so I can get closer, deeper, have more of her. I twist and pull my hand, alternating fingers, pushing twoin, curling and pressing, my tongue licking over and over and over. She’s writhing underneath me, the movements that started so small and unsure now growing into something primal. She’s losing control.

Her fingers grip my hair and she calls out my name. “Worth.”

I withdraw my fingers and my tongue. “I said no coming.”

“Worth. Please,” she begs.

She tries to grab my hair, but I dodge her. “Do you hear me, Sophia? No coming.”

She nods hopelessly.

I go back to work and she’s helpless in seconds. I feel her body tense, her back arch as she rocks her pussy against my face. Her breathing goes jagged and she tries to move away from me. She’s trying to resist her orgasm. But I want her to come. I want her to suffer the consequences. I’m going to fuck her so hard, she’s not going to be able to stand.

I pin her down, my palm flat over her lower stomach, holding her in place while I lick and suck until her entire body is vibrating as she climaxes on my tongue, just like she told me she couldn’t.

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