Late Night Caller (Vegas After Dark #2) Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Vegas After Dark Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
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“Of course.” I pull the string. When Journey drops her arms, the white confection drops to the floor, and my eyes land on just what I suspected and felt all along when my finger would graze her skin on her lower back.

“Gesù Cristo.” Jesus Christ. She’s a work of art. Artists would weep to paint a portrait of Journey like this, with her dress at her feet, heels accentuating her legs and ass. The need to bend her over the bed, spread her legs, and bury my mouth between the cheeks of her ass, licking her from clit to ass, consumes me.

“Nico.” My eyes leave her ass when she says my name in a way I’m all too attuned to, laced with passion. “Nico,” she states again, snapping me out of the trance her beauty has me in. Her hair is falling out of its loose clasp, and her eyes are smokey, tinged with need as she arches her back while she speaks over her shoulder.

“Stay like that for me.” I take a step back and jerk my suit jacket off my body before I go for the cufflinks, dropping those on the ground as well. My shirt is next, Italian leather shoes gone, then I’m bending over to slide off my socks, leaving me in only my suit pants and belt. I unbuckle my belt as I watch Journey take a deep breath, excitement humming off her body. “You like the idea of me using my belt. The question is, do you want it around your wrists, or should I use it on your ass, the leather stinging with every fall of the belt?” She has felt the sting of my hand on her ass, but never anything more, probably never will either, but using my belt to wrap those beautiful wrists of hers, making her vulnerable while I take my time with her? Fuck, yes.

“You expect me to answer with a fully functioning brain?” she smarts back, stepping out of the pile of the clothes that dropped at her feet.

“Then I guess it’s my choice. Seeing as how you couldn’t listen, I’m going to do one better. Hands behind your back, Journey.” I slide the belt out of my loops, watching as she grasps her hands together, in a handshake-type hold. It takes me no time at all to wrap her wrists behind her back, then move around until I’m in front of her. My eyes sweep hers. Her pupils dilate, a sign that I know all too well of what she gets like when I’m taking control. The tips of her nipples are hard enough to cut diamonds. My mouth waters to taste them; that’s for later, though. Right now, it’s going to be Journey using that wicked tongue and mouth on my length. The softness of her stomach, hips flaring out before sloping back in, draws my gaze to the bare flesh between her legs that is dripping with desire.

“Please,” she mumbles. Unsure of what she’s using that six-letter word for, I bite the inside of my lip, knowing exactly what we both want. My hands start at her waist and move upward, dragging the tips of my fingers until they’re at her shoulders.

“I want you on your knees, that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.” I guide her downwards. She goes willingly, my wife. Fuck, using that word has me prouder than I should be, but watching as Journey yields to me so willingly, it’s something I’ll always take care of.

“Yes.” Her tongue rasps along the seam of her mouth, showing the excitement building at the thought she’ll get what she wanted last night but never got.

“You’re going to kill me.” My fingers flip the button of my pants, then the zipper comes down. My cock is standing at the ready, and Journey doesn’t hesitate even with her hands behind her back. She lowers her head, tongue flicking the head of my length, gathering the wetness there and bringing it inside her mouth. My eyes close in rapture. My fingers slip through her hair, the pins popping loose beneath them as I guide her mouth back to my cock. She greedily works her mouth on me, cheeks hollowing in and out with every thrust of my hips. Journey’s hot, wet mouth sucks my cock like her life depends on it. Truth be told, I’m not sure how much longer I can last. I sink further down her throat. Her moan vibrates along my cock, and that’s all it takes. I’m jetting my cum into her mouth, and the greedy woman she is swallows it down, and even when I’m done coming, Journey takes it one step further, licking my length to make sure she got it all.

“Fuck, Journey, I think you took my soul out of my body.” I recover, already helping her up. “You okay?” I ask, worrying about her hands bound behind her back.


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