One More Night (Vegas After Dark #3) Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Alpha Male Tags Authors: Series: Vegas After Dark Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
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“That’s one. Let’s see how many more I can give you before the night is over.” I close my eyes, hoping that I don’t crash and burn, as my body slides down his. Mace spins me around, my back to his front. I take in the furniture, oversized for the small apartment. He kept it. It was one of those rare days when we both had an afternoon off, went out, just the two of us, bought furniture for ours and Von’s room, then finished out our evening with dinner before he took me on the first available surface he could.

“Mace,” I moan, feeling his hands on my skin once again, hearing his zipper being lowered, my dress dropping to the floor in a whoosh.

“Fuck, siren. I’m going to use my mouth, taste the desire of yours that I’ve smelt all night.” I close my eyes, wanting and needing exactly what he’s promising. Tonight, I’m going to just let go, or try to at least.

TWELVE

Mace

“Bend over, siren. Want that ass in the air, one knee on the bed.” This will be orgasm number two. The next will be with my cock fucking its way inside her tight body. Christ, the submissive way Tyra does exactly like I said, baring her wet cunt, knowing if I wanted to take her ass, she’d let me, is almost overwhelming. It still eats me up inside that I let her walk away, didn’t even fight, just gave her what she wanted and didn’t fight for us.

“Look at you, thighs spread open. I bet one flick of my tongue against your clit would have you coming in no time.” She’s facing away from me. I can see her pussy clenching, trying to attach itself to something, but there’s nothing there. She looks over her shoulder, elongating her body in one fucking spectacular view. I give her the show she’s clearly looking for, one hand going to my wrist, working the button through the hole before moving to the other.

“Mace, hurry up.” Her hands grip the bedding beneath her, hips moving back, cunt aching for my mouth. I don’t hurry the process along, though, stepping out of my shoes slowly, working through my dress shirt buttons one by one, revealing my body while watching the way Tyra licks her lips, eyes glazed like she’s in a trance as each part of my body is revealed, especially the tattoos. An irresistible feature are the words she’s used in the past. Needing to take my socks off, I move closer. I may as well give her a taste of what’s to come while doing the same for myself.

“You ready for me, siren?” I bend down, my tongue starting at her clit, circling it with the tip before traveling the length of her wet slit, groaning deep in my throat once I get a taste. Thinking I was only going to do this one but needing to taste her as much as she needs my mouth on her, I do three it more times before reluctantly pulling away.

“No, no, no!” She pushes her body back, seeking out my mouth again. I don’t give in to her pleas, instead taking off my socks before moving to my belt. The clink of the belt, the sliding of the leather through the belt loops of my dress pants, and her breathless moans are the only noise in the room.

“You think I’m going to leave you hanging, Tyra? That I’m going to want to stop fucking you with my mouth, fingers taking that sweet ass you’re so willingly offering to get out of the rest of my clothes?” My zipper follows. My pants and boxer briefs are pushed down together, then I’m back on my knees, hands gripping the cheeks of her ass, spreading them apart so I get the full view of her ass and cunt.

“Quit talking, then.” She’s losing patience with me. That’s okay because by the time I’m done wringing her orgasm out with my mouth, I’m going to fuck her until she’s begging me to stop.

“Woman, talking back and demanding what you want will only make me take all the time I want.” Her eyes are glued to what I’m doing, on my hand encompassing my length, twisting my wrist as I jack my hard-as-fuck cock. Tyra’s head dips down, her eyes leaving me, which has me questioning if I should be teasing her right now or fucking the shit out of her. “Siren, give me your eyes.”

“Mace.” There’s an edge of indifference in her voice, and fuck me, but I’m the one who put it there.

“I’m not teasing you to be a dick. It’s been just as long for me as it has been for you. You’re going to come with my mouth because I can’t fucking guarantee that once I’m finally inside you, I won’t let go without making sure you get yours first.” I don’t give her a chance to respond, not after the nod or the look of understanding that crosses her face. I get back to work, mouth latching on to her clit, sucking it softly, thumb gliding over that forbidden entrance, letting her get used to me again after being untouched for so long, too damn long. There’s no way I’m going to push inside without her doing some of the work. My mouth leaves her clit, tongue moving to the entrance of her pussy, taking every drop of cum that’s coming out of her center. Motherfucker. She tastes like she’s wrapped up in sin and salvation, and she’s my redemption. This right here is how it was always meant to be—giving herself so freely to me, allowing me to work her tight body up to the highest of heights.


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