Page 54 of A Vegas Crush Collection #3

the altar of reagan

Mikhail

My heart beats wildly in my chest. Reagan was right when she mentioned it back at the casino.

I am nervous. About how she’ll respond to whether I crossed a line by asking her to my place.

I’ve turned her away before. She could flip the tables on me now and I’d deserve it.

She probably should turn me away, to be honest. We’ve both been drinking.

Still, she’s so beautiful right now, with her dark hair shiny and sleek, her lips bright red, and her eyes glittering with humor.

She has an amazing smile. When she directs one at me, something strange happens inside my chest. I don’t know what it is I’m feeling, either.

I just know I’ve never felt it before with any—

“Sure.” At first, I’m not sure what she means. It must show on my face because she adds, “I’ll come to your place.”

As we ride the elevator to my floor, she looks up at me with a rueful smile. “My place still gives me the heebs.” Now I’m wondering if she’s just coming to my apartment to feel safe. Maybe she missed the meaning of my question?

I want her.

Standing next to her, I tower over her petite frame. I want to pick her up so badly. I want to press her up against the wall of this elevator, hit the button, stop our ascent, and kiss her until she’s fucking blind with wanting me too.

But I won’t take advantage of her. I need Reagan to feel safe with me. So I shove my hands in my pockets and look down, trying to hide how anxious I am.

When we make it inside my apartment, I toss my keys on the table and ask if she wants anything.

I’m not prepared when I turn back around to find her right there.

I feel my eyebrows rise as she literally throws her arms around my neck and launches herself at me.

I catch her though, and then her legs wrap around my hips as I take her weight, holding her easily in my arms. We stare at each other for a beat, her looking up at me with her dark, sexy eyes, telling me exactly what she wants to do here.

I crash my lips down on hers and take her mouth as she rakes her fingers through my hair. Fuck, it feels good, having her in my arms.

A little off balance, my hands take a tight grip on her equally tight ass as I frog-march us over to the nearest wall for stability.

I press her against it so I can press myself up against her.

My cock goes rock-hard as we deepen the kissing, our tongues tangling together wildly.

She moans when I move to kiss her neck, her back arching deeply, making her tits thrust up closer toward my mouth.

Thank God.

I kiss her clavicle and then down the vee of her neckline to the tops of those spectacular tits of hers.

My memory works real well—I can remember just exactly how spectacular they are.

I need one in my mouth, but this wall isn’t gonna work.

So, with a groan of frustration, I pull her from the wall and move her to the couch.

I need more of a surface to rest her on than the fucking wall to accomplish all the things I want to do with her.

As I set her down on my couch, she quickly reaches down to the hem of her little black dress to pull it over her head.

She immediately puts her hands behind her back to unhook her lacy black bra.

I think I stop breathing as I watch her slowly draw one strap down her slender arm, then repeat the action on the other side before sending that pretty lace bra to the floor with a determined flick of her wrist.

Reagan is a fucking vision sitting on my couch, her perfect tits on display for me a second time with nothing else on her banging body except for some tiny black panties and her matching high heels.

My lips are on her breasts in an instant.

I fall to my knees to access them, my tongue working against her tight, dark pink nipples, first one and then the other.

I feel like I’m worshipping at the altar of Reagan, and my hands, initially braced against her calves, so shapely in her high heels, move up to the back of her thighs, willing her legs to part for me.

They do. With only the thin barrier of her underwear between my fingers and her pussy, I’m almost to my goal.

I determinedly push two fingers beneath the silky black fabric to find her warm and wet for me. I think I groan, but it’s totally animal, involuntary, as I drag them over and then back and forth through her slick arousal. My cock hardens even more, knowing she wants me. She’s wet for me.

I look up and find her eyes heavy-lidded, and dreamy. “Are you sure? We can stop. I don’t…I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this. We’re both a little drunk and—”

“Don’t be stupid. Please don’t push me away again. I want this. I want you, Mikhail.” I breathe in and out deeply while staring down at her spread open so beautifully for me to take. Then, just one word, “Please.” It comes out of her pretty mouth in a desperate plea.

I can’t deny her.

I don’t want to deny her.

Ever again.

I sink two fingers into her cunt, dragging them in and out as she immediately starts to come, a long cry of pleasure erupting from the back of her throat in a sexy song that sends me into another realm.

I can’t get enough of this erotic creature.

Like I need to legit ask her the question: “What planet did you just fly in from…because I’ve never seen anyone on this earth as sexy as you are right fucking now…in my whole life.”

I need her pussy on my mouth or I feel like I could die here.

No, scratch that, I’m dead already.

I’m done thinking when I pull away her tiny black panties and dive right on in. I lick, suck, finger and stroke…at the altar-of-Reagan’s-beautiful-fucking-pussy.

Her hips grind against my face and her fingers rake through my hair as she works herself closer.

She loves it. Wants it.

When I make her come again, she cries out, her hips going rigid as she clenches around my fingers.

I look up and our eyes meet as she’s orgasming.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

She is the hottest fucking thing on the earth right now.

This intensity…this level of insane attraction…it’s all new territory for me.

And I can’t look away.

I’d have to be dead for that to happen.