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“I am the epitome of a walk of shame. I expect a trophy. If getting railed and smelling like sex was an Olympic sport, I’d get gold. Because there is no amount of cigarette smoke in this casino that could rid me of the smell of whore and unwanted pregnancy.”
I distinctly remember buying condoms that looked like poker chips. Because when they rolled them on, I yelled jackpot.” “Liar. I can’t believe you raw dogged
what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Let’s get slutty, buddy.”
that’s the fun of Vegas. Getting drunk and in the best kind of trouble.
“Holy shit. I got married…” My eyes lock with theirs. “And you two fucked my wife.”
“That’s your dibs… Her name is—” “Mine.” I grin. “Her name is mine.” TJ laughs, then nods. “It’s also Eleanor.”
“Hey, wifey. Remember me?” I bite my lip, trying not to laugh as I nod and attempt to fix my hair, swiping it out of my face. But he winks and rubs his jaw, tapping a finger to it as he adds, “Good. Now, give daddy a kiss and make it better.”
Damn. I really got drunk and married this dude, then let the starting lineup for the Raiders rail me every which way. I’ve never wanted to be a role model, but god has his favorites, so it would be selfish of me not to accept this privilege.
Vegas is for catching cock, not crushes.
Is there such a thing as a non-monogamous girlfriend…who doesn’t love you but always treats you like her favorite? Because I want Eleanor to be that. No commitment, all the fun, and none of the feelings.
That girl I married: No, YOU listen… There’s nothing sweeter than meeting your soulmate and finding out he likes it when his friends fuck you too. Now I know why the lord gave me one heart and three holes.
I’m the definition of I hate his face, but I’d still sit on it.
Get ready, Wild Card. I’m about to make you feral.
“Wild Card, no more flirting with the bench. I’m the starting fucking lineup.”
an apology comes without a question mark…but I’m not looking for one. I like that you speak your mind without apology. I like it so much that it makes my dick hard as fuck.”
“I want you upstairs, on the island, legs spread with my tongue fucking that tight pussy. I want you to come until you’re squirting and sliding all over the goddamn marble like the dirty little slut you are. And when you’re done, I want you sitting on my face so we can do it all over again.” Holy. Fuck.
But the minute the elevator doors close, Crew runs his nose up the side of my leg, inhaling the scent of coconut tanning oil and my sweat before he drops the pillow and bites my ass. I can’t help it. I suck in a gasp, gushing wetness between my squeezed-together thighs. And as the ding sounds for our floor, Crew pushes his fingers between my legs, tucking just inside the lining of my bikini bottoms and dragging over my arousal before he brings those fingers to his lips and sucks them loudly. “Fuck yeah. That’s a good fucking girl. Now, let me clean you up.”
“I would’ve never stopped eating you out had I known you tasted this good.”
“You’re a dirty little bitch, aren’t you. You keep being a good girl, and I’ll let you do a little comparison between your pussy and my cum.”
I thrust inside, filling her cunt and cutting off her breath, losing mine along with her. She just took my soul. I can’t breathe…I can’t focus.
“Tell me you’re my dirty little slut. Tell me you want me to fuck you raw and come on your ass as I turn it red. Tell me I get to use you.”
Take it, baby. Take that cock like a good girl. Squeeze me. Make that pussy beg for my cum.”
“I’m gonna come down your throat. You gonna be a good little whore and swallow what I give you?”
“Your mouth is heaven, Wild Card. Your mouth…is fucking…heaven.”
“We’ll fill you up, baby. Make you beg. Take you to heaven… All you gotta do is scream my name.”
“Shut the fuck up and take this dick like a good girl.”
get your pussy first and last. You hear me? No exceptions, or I’ll let it fucking starve to death.”
“You don’t come until I tell you to. I don’t fucking care what your body’s feeling. You come with me, slut.”
“Are you gonna come for me, baby?” he whispers, staring down at my wet cunt. “You gonna come all over my cock? Are you gonna be my good girl and gush so much that it’s gonna drip down your ass so I fuck that too?” Jesus Christ. That’s
“Eleanor’s a wild card, Crew, but she’ll never be able to surprise you if you don’t give her the option.”
“Have I told you I can’t live without you. That every fucking day is better than the one before because of you. Do you know I’d give it all up if you asked me to because there’s no better dream than being your husband…or…aka I love you.”
