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“You look good, Beautiful,” he murmured, voice thick with something deeper than just admiration.

I shivered.

He pressed closer, his chest against my back, and I let him, my body moving against his in sync with the beat. We had done this before—danced like this, touched like this—but something about tonight felt different, more dangerous, more inevitable.

His hands found my hips, guiding me as I swayed, my ass pressing against him. I felt his grip tighten, his fingers digging into the fabric of my dress.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear.

I turned in his arms, my hands sliding up his chest, feeling the muscles beneath the fabric of his fitted black tee. His jaw was clenched, his eyes hooded, locked onto mine with a heat that made my stomach clench.

We weren’t talking, but we were communicating; with our touches, with our breathes, with the way his hands flexed againstmy lower back, pulling me closer, like he needed me against him. Like he was starving for me.

My fingers trailed up to the back of his neck, my nails grazing the short curls at the base of his head. His hands slid down to the small of my back, then lower, fingers gripping, holding me against him. The sexual tension was thick, heavy, unbreakable.

I tilted my head up slightly, my lips just inches from his. My heart was pounding, my breathing uneven, and I knew he could feel it—the way my body responded to his.

He swallowed hard. I saw it in his eyes. The decision was made. I didn’t even have to ask…

We were leaving. We didn’t need words. With one last lingering touch, I pulled back, biting my lip, giving him the smallest nod. His jaw flexed. His eyes darkened.

And then?

His hand wrapped around mine, and he led me out of the club. Neither of us looked back.

The car ride back to MGM was silent but intense. We held hands the entire time, reassuring one another with a glance, or with a caress of each other’s hands that this was absolutely something we both wanted. The longer we were in each other’s reach, the more tension that surrounded us. So, when we finally got inside of our suite, it was game on.

Immediately our lips smashed into one another, hands all over each other, exploring, ripping clothes off and throwing them to the side. Instead of going into one of the bedrooms, Creed led me to the floor to ceiling windows, pushing me slightly against it.

You would have thought he wasn’t still injured with the ferocity of his need, as he lowered himself to the ground in front of me. My dress was discarded somewhere near the door and I was just in my thong which he quickly moved to the side before attacking my lower lips with his tongue.

Using the window to anchor me as best as my mind allowed me to, I lifted my left leg over his shoulder pulling him deeper between my legs.

“Oh God.” I whined as he spread my lips with his tongue tasting me as if I was his favorite meal, a meal he hadn’t tasted in a long while. With each drip of my essence on his tongue, Creed groaned before continuing to swipe his tongue back and forth between my walls, sucking my clit and pulling more of my juices out of me.

The edible I’d taken earlier and the alcohol in my system only intensified my orgasm once it came. I tried to push him away, but his lips stayed locked around mine, teasing me with his tongue, making my body shiver.

“Creed…” I begged still trying to push him away. When he relented, he stared up at me, slowly standing. He stroked his dick, and I moved his hand, wanting to feel my favorite toy for myself; just as long, just as veined, just as thick as I remembered.

It had been a minute for me, since I had let anyone between my walls. So, when he put his thick dick at the entrance to my tunnel, I braced myself inhaling a deep breath. Creed entered me, lifting me slightly off the ground so that my legs wrapped around him as he used the window to continue to anchor me, anchor us.

I held on to Creed, my arms and legs wrapped around him as he fucked me against the window. I was thankful we were so far up; lord knows neither of us needed the headlines if someone saw what we were up to with the Vegas skyline as our backdrop.

“Shit, I fucking love you Beautiful. I missed this pussy so much. Tell Daddy whose pussy this is.”

“Yours Creed.” I moaned, my lips inches from his ear. “This yo’ pussy. Shit, right there,”

I clenched my walls around him, pulling his own orgasm out of him. “Shit baby, I’m about to cum in this pussy, can I do that Beautiful? Can I cum inside of you?”

“Please, yes, fuck… I’m about to cum too.”

And we did, together, loud euphoric moans echoing throughout our hotel suite.

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