Page 31 of The Girlfriend Card (Vegas Sin #4)

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Ottavia

T he athlete froze, looking like he’d been chiseled out of stone.

“A virgin?” Dakota repeated at last, a hesitant smile curling his lips.

Ugh.

That apprehensive look on his face was exactly why I didn’t want to tell him. I could already tell I’d ruined everything. I was so mad at myself that I couldn’t just be and act normal— but wasn’t that the story of my life?

“Wow. Ottavia,” he murmured.

“Please don’t make a big deal out of it,” I begged him.

“I’m not. I’m just—surprised. I had no idea.”

“Well, yeah, because I didn’t want you to know.”

Confusion scrunched his face. “Then why did you tell me?”

“Because I was being weird. And then you sensed me being weird. And then I sensed you sensing me being weird. And then I got way too inside my head, and the mood went to hell.” I blew out an anxious gust of air.

“I just wanted you to know that it’s not you; it’s me.

I’m a little nervous, that’s all. That’s why my heart’s racing, and that’s why I was acting weird. ”

He gave an understanding laugh, wrapped his thick arms around me, and squeezed me up in a tight hug. “It’s okay, Ottavia. Thank you for telling me.”

I grumbled. “I didn’t want to—”

“But I’m glad you did.” He grazed my cheek with his knuckle. “If you’re nervous, we don’t have to do this. We can wait.”

I shook my head. “No! I’ve waited long enough.”

He bit his lip, torn. “But don’t you want your first time to be special?”

“Who says this isn’t special?” I countered.

“I like spending time with you, Dakota. I have so much fun when I’m with you.

I feel like we can talk forever, about anything at all.

You make me laugh. And you’re so sweet to me.

” I rolled on top of him and straddled him.

“So, I’d say it’s still special. Because I like you.

” I paused, feeling vulnerable. “Unless, of course, you don’t actually like me? ”

He stared deep into my eyes. “I like you, Ottavia. I like you so much.”

“Yeah?” I grinned, butterflies in my stomach.

“Yeah.”

“Good.” I bent down, my hair spilling into his face, and we sealed our words with a kiss.

“You’re sure, then?” he asked.

“More than sure,” I said. To prove it, I grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. “In fact, if you hadn’t known something was up, I wouldn’t even have told you,” I said, gliding my hands over his chiseled mounds of muscle.

“Wait, you would’ve had me take your V-card without me even knowing it?” He gasped with shock. “And you called me a sneaky snake?”

I giggled. “Yeah, which you are, because you brought me back to your place without me even knowing!”

“Maybe we’re both sneaky snakes, then,” he teased.

I bent down and stole a kiss. As our tongues touched, I felt a stirring under my bottom, as a solid mass began to form beneath me.

Only a few thin layers of clothing were between our intimates—and feeling his cock pulse and grow fatter made the spot between my legs flutter with excitement.

I was dying to feel him inside me for real.

“So now that I’ve told you I’m a virgin, can you go back to pretending I’m not?” I asked, a flirty tone in my voice.

“Hmm … I don’t know, Ottavia,” he said coyly.

He acted like he had to wrestle with the decision, even as he grabbed my hips with his giant hands, and made me rub my mound all along his hard bulge.

I moaned, my pussy melting on his stiffness. “That feels so good.”

“Just wait,” he said.

He grabbed my dress and slowly pulled it overhead, and tossed it on the floor. His eyes darkened as he feasted on the sight of me in only my bra and panties.

“ Wow. You’re fucking perfect,” he growled.

In the blink of an eye, I found myself thrown on my back—the athlete had gotten out from under me with one swift and explosive move.

Asserting his dominance, Dakota pressed me into the mattress with his hips and firmly pinned my wrists above my head.

I didn’t just feel captive—I felt conquered by the man.

I had no choice but to accept my submission to him, and a forbidden rush of heat made my pussy stir.

“Looks like you’ve got me pinned,” I said, testing his grip on my wrists. I couldn’t escape him even if I wanted to. “What are you going to do with me now?”

He smirked. “I’ll show you.”

I craned my neck, eager for a kiss—but Dakota didn’t give it to me. With his eyes locked on my tits, he had other plans. With a swipe of his big hand, Dakota deftly unsnapped my bra and cast it aside.

“ Yesss .” He snarled happily, squeezing and jiggling and bouncing my breasts with his hands.

I couldn’t help but giggle at the intoxicating effect my boobs had on him—it was like he’d turned into some sort of crazed animal.

But my laughter quickly turned to sharp gasps of pleasure, bordering on pain, as he pinched and pulled my nipples into full and aching little points.

“I love your tits,” he said.

“They’re not too small for you?” I asked, remembering the blonde from the bull video with the big boobs.

He shook his head with conviction. “Not at all. They’re perfect.”

With his eyes fixed on mine, Dakota began to move downward, leaving a trail of gentle kisses on my torso as he slithered lower.

At first, his kisses were so light they tickled, causing me to squirm and laugh—but as I became more attuned to his delicate touch, I surrendered to the softness of his lips, and a whole new realm of pleasure unfolded before me.

His tender kisses ignited a burning in my core, my stomach tightening and twisting like a knot.

“Oh my God ,” I whispered, a wave of bliss sweeping through me as he moved lower.

His lips traveled along my waist, following the delicate line of my panties.

He was so close to giving me what I wanted, and yet so far.

I craved his touch, his lips, his tongue.

A smoldering, red-hot glow burned between my thighs, and I was sure I was about to combust if Dakota didn’t quickly smother the flames with his mouth …

“Please?” I asked, my needy moans filling the room. “Please eat me out?”

A confident chuckle escaped him. “You want my mouth, huh?”

“I want it so bad,” I mewled, my hips gyrating.

Dakota chuckled. “Be patient. You’re not ready yet.”

I gasped in protest. “I am, too!”

He shook his head. “No. You’ll know when you’re ready.”

He nipped and sucked the fleshy part of my inner thigh, making me writhe with anticipation as he worked his way higher—but not nearly fast enough for me. Losing patience, I grabbed the back of his head and tried to force his head between my legs—but that didn’t work; he was simply too strong.

“Bad girl,” he reprimanded me. “I’m taking my time with you.”

I let out a disappointed whimper, though deep down, waves of happiness swelled inside me every time I relinquished control to him. I found it insanely hot how he’d totally taken charge of the moment—this was exactly what I’d been wanting and waiting for from my very first time.

Of course, he’d called me a “bad girl,” and we all know bad girls get punished—and when Dakota resumed his torture session, he deliberately dragged the tease out longer to test my resolve.

I decided to rebel in my own way, a way that wouldn’t get me into trouble: by not making a sound or moving an inch. Every inch of my body screamed with ecstasy as he explored my flesh with his lips and tongue, but I didn’t dare let it show.

Dakota glanced up at me, no doubt wondering why his efforts hadn’t won a single sigh. Once he noticed the smirk I was failing to suppress, he immediately figured it out.

“I know what you’re doing, Ottavia,” he said, softly laughing.

Determined to break me, he spread my thighs and moved closer, his lips meeting the fabric of my panties.

I felt the warmth of his mouth, his breath, radiating against my mound, as if his heat were opening me, seeping into me, entering me.

It was the most amazing, tantalizing sensation I’d ever felt in my life—and I pursed my lips, trying so hard to remain silent.

Slowly, Dakota extended his tongue and gently trailed it up and down the crotch of my panties. I squeezed my eyes shut, desperately trying to contain the pleasure that boiled inside me.

Dakota didn’t let up, swirling his tongue against my mound.

His licks and sucks caused my thong to become drenched with a mix of his saliva and my own arousal, clinging to my mound like a damp cloth.

The soaked fabric conducted sensation that much better, making every lick and lash of his strong, slippery tongue even more potent.

Staying silent wasn’t easy—Dakota was a talented and attentive lover, and he lavished my pussy with tongue strokes.

But when he plunged his tongue into me as far as the fabric of my thong would allow?

My pussy clenched with rabid need, and a moan emanated from deep inside me, “Mmmm.” I couldn’t help it; feeling his tongue inside me was too good, too naughty.

But Dakota didn’t celebrate this minor victory over me—he was going for something bigger. He licked higher and tongued my swollen clit, rapidly flicking my hard nub from side to side with the perfect amount of pressure. A tremble shook my hips as the pleasure quickly mounted to the brink of climax.

“Oh God,” I moaned, a rush of heat suddenly enveloping my entire body. I couldn’t hold it back anymore—this was happening . “I’m coming!”

A flash of white filled my vision as a surge of ecstasy crashed over me. Dakota didn’t stop; he kept pummeling my clit with his tongue, riding me from one blissful peak to the next. Each pulsating wave made my body tremble and quake, and my orgasmic screams filled the bedroom.

Soon, though, it was time to come back to Earth, and Dakota helped me drift back to my senses.

When I opened my eyes and could actually see something besides stars, Dakota was still between my legs, smiling up at me.