Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
It takes less than five minutes before we are driving away from the airport. When we pull up to the hotel curb, there are two men waiting for us. The door opens, and Xavier steps out first, turning to help me out. “Thank you,” I say to him, and he bends to kiss my lips.
“I’m Devon, your concierge,” one of the men tells us while the other one grabs our bags. “Right this way.” Xavier slips his fingers into mine as we follow him into the side entrance. “Welcome to the Cosmopolitan Hotel.”
I smile at him as he shows us around the suite, my whole body itching to get Xavier alone. I walk over to the floor-to-ceiling wall of windows facing the Bellagio. “Please call me if you need anything. We are available twenty-four hours a day.” When he walks out of the room, I turn to Xavier, who just stares at me.
“Why are you so quiet?” He puts his hands on his hips.
I shrug my jacket off, tossing it onto the couch that is against the wall. “I was waiting for him to leave.” The next thing I do is take off the one-piece tank dress I’m wearing, and he hisses. “So I could show you my new set.” I stand in front of him wearing a lace bra and matching thong.
He walks over to me, his eyes a dark gray. He reaches behind him to take his shirt off while my hands go to his pants. I don’t even wait before I sink to my knees and take him down my throat. He lets me suck his cock for a couple of minutes before pulling me off and up. He turns me around, pressing his chest to my back. “Lean forward,” he instructs me, and I push my ass back onto his dick.
He grabs my hip with one hand as he squats down behind me. I feel his fingers move the string to the side and then feel him stick his tongue into me. I moan out his name, “Xavier.”
“Hmm,” he responds, getting back up and sliding his cock into me. His hands are on my hips as he pushes his whole cock into me. I get on my tippy-toes as I arch my back for him, getting him even deeper. He pulls my hips higher, and my feet are barely touching the floor as he pounds into me harder and harder. It doesn’t take us long before we both jump off the edge.
“Well then,” I say when he slides out of me. “Now, that is a welcome to Vegas.” I kiss under his chin, walking to the bedroom, past the king-size bed, and toward the bathroom.
He’s right behind me as he turns on the water in the bathtub. I look over at him. “Never fucked you in a tub before. Got to scratch that off the bucket list.”
We take a bath together, but I’m the one who does the fucking. Not even caring when the water splashes over the rim, it takes four towels to mop up all the water.
The next morning, he gets up, and I watch him from bed getting dressed. He slides into his black dress pants and puts on his white dress shirt. “Fuck, you’re hot.” I can’t help the words that escape my mouth.
He chuckles as he finishes getting dressed. “What are you going to do while I’m gone?”
“Well, I’ll probably have to take care of needs.” I fan myself as I sit up, holding the sheet to cover my naked chest.
He just stares at me, licking his lips. “I still have to watch you do that.” I can’t help but blush because I’ve never done that before.
He comes over to the bed, sitting down beside me. “I won’t be long.” He kisses my lips.
“I’ll be working,” I tell him, and when there is a knock at the door, he gets up.
“That’s my ride,” he huffs.
I get up, settling on my knees. “You are going to be amazing, and they are lucky to have you.” I kiss his lips as we hear the knock again.
He gets up and looks down at his cock. “I hope he doesn’t think this is for him,” he jokes, laughing while he walks out of the room.
Only when I hear the door close do I let out the breath I was holding. “He’s going to be fine,” I state when my phone rings from beside the bed.
I pick it up, thinking it’s Xavier, but instead see my father’s name and say, laughing, “Hello, Daddio.”
“Where are you?” is the first thing he asks me. “Your location is showing me Vegas.”
“Then it’s not broken,” I tease him, getting up and grabbing the robe.
“What the hell are you doing in Vegas?” he shouts, and I roll my lips. “You better not be eloping!”