Page 32 of The Girlfriend Card (Vegas Sin #4)

“Holy shit, Ottavia. You came before I even got your panties off?” He chuckled, a sexy grit in his voice. “You really are a virgin.”

“I thought you agreed we wouldn’t discuss that?” I reminded him.

“Sorry … but I can’t not mention it,” he said with a grin. “Don’t worry. I think it’s super sexy that I made you come that easily.”

“Yeah? Well, good. Because you got my panties all wet,” I whined, pretending to be annoyed.

He shot me a mischievous glare. “To be fair, I think you might have had a little something to do with that, too.”

I folded my arms. “Take them off me.”

He chuckled, a flash of interest in his eyes. “If you insist.”

With a gentle bite, he grasped the string of my thong between his teeth and yanked my panties off my hips and down my legs.

“You are so naughty,” I giggled.

Dakota hooked his hands beneath my knees and spread my legs open. I was completely bare for him—but I wasn’t self-conscious at all. I wanted this, and him, so bad.

“Fuck, that’s a pretty pussy,” he said with an audible gulp.

“Is it?” I asked.

“So pretty,” he growled, his voice husky with desire. “And you taste so delicious and sweet …”

“I bet you’d feel pretty good inside me, huh?”

Lured back in, Dakota pressed the flat of his tongue against my mound.

Without my panties in the way, Dakota’s tongue felt so hot and raw against my bare pussy, making my whole body tingle.

This time, I didn’t try to keep the pleasure bottled up, and Dakota really made me scream.

Spoiling my pussy with plenty of attention, he slurped and sucked and French kissed me in all the right places.

He even stuck his tongue inside me, too, and swirled it around my walls, as if he had to taste me from the inside.

His skilled mouth totally unraveled me, and it didn’t take long at all before my orgasmic screams filled his bedroom a second time.

Afterward, Dakota hit the mattress next to me, both of us staring up at the ceiling.

“Oh my God,” I whimpered, still trying to catch my breath. “You are really good at that.”

He grinned. “Thanks.”

“But I don’t want to be selfish.” I jumped between his legs and undid the waist button of his pants. “Take these off. I wanna suck your dick.”

“Have you given a blowjob before, Ottavia?” he asked as he pushed his pants down.

“Nope,” I said as I grabbed hold of his pants and pulled them off.

His boxer briefs clung to his muscular, thick-as-tree-trunk thighs, and showed the impressive bulge snaking down his thigh.

“Wow.” On one hand, his size was intimidating. On the other hand, my mouth watered just looking at it, and I couldn’t wait to taste him.

I hooked my fingers into his waistband and tore his underwear off. Freed, his big dick swung upward and smacked his six-pack abdomen with mind-numbing heft.

“ Wow ,” I said again. I wrapped my fingers around him, but he was so thick, my fingers didn’t even touch. “I knew you had a big one. But wow.”

He cocked his head. “Whoa, wait a minute. How’d you know that?”

“You pitched a tent in the car ride to my dad’s house! Remember?”

He laughed. “Oh, that’s right—when you started doing that voice that makes me want to come buckets.”

Grinning, I reprised my role as his loving girlfriend with the sultry voice. “My boyfriend Dakota has a huge heart,” I said, and slowly began tugging his dick.

“Oh God.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “Please—not the voice—don’t.”

It was my turn to torture him, and I was loving it. I kept my eyes on his, so I could watch his tortured expression as I ran my tongue along the sides of his swollen shaft.

“But as big as his heart is?” I continued. “He’s got an even bigger cock.”

I brought my mouth close to his tip, savoring the warm, masculine scent that surrounded him.

I locked my lips around his head and was instantly struck—he tasted exactly like he smelled, only far more pure, like his taste was his essence distilled.

Craving more, I opened my jaw and pushed down, sliding his manhood in as far as I could take it.

His thickness filled my cheeks in a hurry.

I was stunned at how full and alive his dick felt in my mouth—I tasted the warmth of his body and felt him pulsing with life.

It was my first taste of cock, but I loved it already.

Trying to fit more of him in, I gagged more than once, and my jaw stretched so bad it began to ache and burn … but I didn’t care. I only wanted to please him as he’d pleased me.

“Oh my God,” he quietly gasped, his cock throbbing between my cheeks.

I’m sure I wasn’t great at it, it being my first time and all, but if the sexy little moans he made were anything to go by, I must’ve been doing okay.

His grunts and groans encouraged me. My hands joined my mouth and I found a groove, taking him deeper, faster, and yes, occasionally choking on him as I pushed past my limits.

It didn’t take long before Dakota gripped a fistful of my hair, and roared, “ I’m coming. ” His muscles strained, his body jolting, and his come splattered against the roof of my mouth. I ushered his brackish cream to the back of my throat and swallowed.

Afterward, Dakota stared at me, laughing in awe, a stunned smile twisting his face. “No. No way. No way. ”

“No way, what?” I asked, probing my inner cheeks for traces of his seed. I rather liked his taste. It was salty, yes, but also sweet, and left a tingly, almost minty aftertaste.

“No way that was your first time, Ottavia.”

“So that means I did okay, then?” I asked, brimming with pride.

“ Fuck, ” he gasped. “More than okay. That was amazing. No one’s ever made me come that fast before.”

“Really?!” I jumped next to him. “Yay! That makes me so happy.”

He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tight. He pulled me in for a kiss, and I could taste my tang lingering on his lips.

“I hope you didn’t come too hard, though,” I said.

“Why’s that?” he asked with a knowing chuckle.

“Because,” I teased, twirling my finger in the thicket of chest hair between his pecs, “you know why.”

He glanced up at me, a question forming in his eyes, but I quickly stamped it out before he could voice it.

“Yes, Dakota, I’m sure. I want it.”

“Wow,” he grumbled breathlessly, his reverent eyes on mine. “I’ll … I’ll need a few minutes. Is that alright?”

I giggled, my voice filled with affection. “Of course it’s alright. I’m not going anywhere.”

With time to kill, I rolled on top of Dakota, our bodies intimately pressing together.

His strong arms wrapped around me in a comforting embrace.

The heat of his skin against my own was like a velvety touch that made my nerves ring with bliss.

I leaned in, and as our lips met, I felt a surge of warmth spreading through me—and then I felt something else, too: something stirring beneath my bottom as it grew long and plump.

“Wow!” I laughed out loud. “So much for a few minutes!”

He wore a bashful smile. He looked so cute when he was humbled. “Yeah, well, you’re pretty much the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen in my life, so … can you blame me?”

“Awww. You’re sweet.” I leaned in, and we shared a passionate kiss that only threw more fuel on the fire. I needed him. Bad. Now more than ever. I leaned back and asked, “Do you have a condom?”

He nodded, and I hopped off him briefly so he could fetch one from the nightstand.

I curled up on my side, anticipation building.

Watching this sexy athlete tear the foil package open and roll the rubber sheath down his shaft, my mind swirled with thoughts of how long I’d waited for this moment, and how I’d started to wonder if it’d ever happen at all.

But now, it was finally time—and I felt so happy with who I’d chosen to share this moment with.

Dakota’s eyes met mine, and I smiled at him, though I couldn’t hide the nervousness that tinged it.

I cringed internally, hoping Dakota wouldn’t second-guess my readiness.

My heart raced, yes, but it wasn’t out of fear or hesitation.

It was simply a big moment in my life, and the culmination of all the anticipation that had built up over time.

I knew I was ready—and I wanted him to know it, too.

Lying side-by-side, I pressed myself into him, the warmth of his chest against my face as I nestled against his rock-hard pecs.

Dakota wrapped his arms around me and planted a sweet kiss on my forehead.

I worried he might feel like the need to be overly gentle with me, for fear of hurting the poor little virgin—but as I slowly eased onto my back, he knew exactly what to do with me.

Rising to his knees, he firmly gripped my thighs with his hands, pulling my body across the silk sheets until I lay right beneath him.

Ooh, I thought, my heart jumping into my throat with a rush of excitement. He was so strong and confident—I loved it when he demonstrated his strength and threw me around. It made me feel so utterly small and weak, like I totally belonged to him and his desires, but in the best way possible.

Dakota set his tip at my entry. His gorgeous green eyes searched mine for confirmation. I gave my answer with a nod. He pressed his mouth to mine and gently lowered himself, a thick and solid presence that gradually parted my folds.

He let out a low, satisfied grumble, his eyes rolling back with pleasure. “You’re so tight, Ottavia.”

“Do you like it?”

“God, yes.” A smile pulled at his lips. “You’re perfect.”

He sank more of his weight into me, the stretching sensation inside me quickly intensifying into a burn. I inhaled sharply—he was so big and thick, it hurt, just a little.

He noticed, a flicker of concern in his eyes. “Am I hurting you?”

I frowned. “Just a little … sorry …”

He shook his head, his voice filled with reassurance. “No, don’t apologize. Please let me know if it hurts. I don’t want to hurt you, okay? We’ll take it slow.”

Our lips embraced, letting me acclimate to his size. The softness of his plump lips alone had the power to open me, and soon the burning inside me began to wane. From its ashes arose a sensation of the most pleasant fullness, igniting a deeper yearning to be filled.

“Try again,” I whispered.

He began to withdraw, and I instinctively tightened my muscles, causing us both to groan and gasp in tortured bliss as he pulled out.

Slowly, he eased in again, gliding into my soaking-wet entry.

Going deeper, he rocked his hips from side to side, widening me with his big dick …

until I got too tight, and he had to back out again.

With every thrust, our moans began to rise, and Dakota buried himself a little deeper.

I took more of him, one inch after another, determined to take all of him—until a funny thing happened: his pelvis touched mine, and we ground to a halt, completely joined.

There was no more distance between us, no more space to fill, nothing more to give or take.

I clung to him, lightly grazing his back with my nails.

He held me close, his touch both loving and possessive.

I felt so happy, so full, so completely whole with him buried completely inside me.

He stroked my cheek and petted my hair and we kissed, just basking in each other’s warmth and the union we’d created.

I whispered his name. “Dakota …”

He responded in kind, speaking my name with the utmost respect. “Ottavia.”

With nothing hindering us, Dakota gently pulled us apart, and immediately put us back together again. The rhythm between us began to build, and I felt his arousal growing stronger inside me.

And I wanted more.

“Faster,” I whispered in his ear.

He obeyed, picking up speed. Thrusting in and out, an urgent pressure began to build inside me, making my toes curl with pleasure.

Still, I wanted more.

“Harder!” I told him.

Dakota found a new gear, his muscled waist clapping against the bottom of my thighs. The pressure inside me began to spread, becoming a heavenly tension that twisted my tummy and knotted my core.

It felt amazing, but still, I wanted more.

“Deeper!”

The athlete’s breath quickened as he bore into me with all his might, each forceful thrust penetrating deeper than the last. I felt my insides unfurling, as if to make room for his big dick, as he relentlessly pounded erogenous zones I never even knew existed.

“Yes!” I screamed, the pressure inside me mounting.

The moment I sensed it reaching its peak, I was already careening over the edge.

“Oh my God, I’m coming!” I cried out, my body trembling.

“I’m coming, too!” Dakota gasped in response.

Our groans and moans filled the bedroom, and our bodies convulsed together, as euphoric waves of release washed over us. Breathless, we held each other tightly, our bodies quivering in the aftermath.

Once we could catch our breaths, Dakota kissed me on the lips. “Thank you,” he said.

I was no longer a virgin. And I’d lost it to a really great man.

“Thank you, ” I replied, grinning.