Page 38 of Pucked In Vegas

Her hands scramble at my back, her nails digging in as I build a rhythm that drives us both insane.

“Jesus, Cass,” I pant, sliding one hand under her knee and hiking it higher. “You’re squeezing me so fucking tight.”

Her answer is a cry of pleasure as I pound into her harder, faster, hitting that perfect angle that makes her body seize up. Her tits bounce with every thrust, her back arching off the mattress like she’s offering herself to me completely.

And fuck, I’ll takeeverything.

She wraps her legs around my waist, heels digging into my back, forcing me deeper, harder. The slap of skin echoes off the walls. She’s wild beneath me, hair fanned out like a halo while her pussy milks my cock like itknowsit owns me now.

“Right there,” she gasps. “Don’t stop.Don’t fucking stop.”

"I wouldn't dream of it."

I drive into her harder, chasing that spot that makes her scream, watching her face contort with pleasure. Every sound she makes, every clench of her walls around my cock, sends me closer to the edge.

But I don't want this to end.

I never want this to end.

"You're mine," I growl, the possessiveness taking over completely. "Say it."

Her eyes flutter open, glassy with lust, lips swollen from my kisses. “I’m yours.”

The words detonate inside me.

I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss while my hips snap against hers with renewed urgency. She's close again, I can feel it in the way her breathing changes, the way her nails rake down my back.

“I’m so close,” she chokes out, hips jerking.

“I’ve got you.” My hand slips between us, rubbing tight circles over her clit. “Come for me, Cass. Come with me. Come on my fucking cock.”

She breaks.

Her orgasm crashes through her in a tidal wave of heat and moans. Her pussy clenches hard, pulling me over the edge withher. I roar her name as I explode inside her, hips jerking as I fill her with everything I have.

My body shudders. My mind blanks.

It’s not just sex.

It’s not just release.

It’severything.

Every confused emotion I’ve been choking on since I woke up next to her…married. Every second of watching her today from the shadows, knowing she doesn’t even realize the spotlight is hers.Every thought I’ve had about doing what I know I should do. About walking away, about handing her annulment papers and calling this off before it ruins both our lives...

It all just… vanishes.

Because right here, wrapped inside her, none of it fucking matters.

Not the draft.

Not the headlines.

Not the fact that I’m supposed to meet her father—Big Mike Hawthorne, the man who could make or break my career—in less than twenty-four hours.

Right now, all I know is her.

Maybe this was never the mistake I thought it was.

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