Viva Las Vegas!

DREW

“Come over here and make this marriage official, Big Guy.”

The words are barely out of Charlee’s mouth before I’m caging her in on the bed, being mindful not to put my full weight on her. Her legs fall to the side, encouraging me to settle in between. I rest my forehead against hers and we both watch as I carefully rub the head of my dick against her clit. Now, pussies can take a good pounding—literally—but that little nub up top is a different story. I’ve had my face between Charlee’s thighs for the last hour. She came three times in the limo and once earlier in the evening. I know that her nerve endings down there are frayed from the attention I’ve already given them. Putting too much pressure on her now would hurt and that’s the exact opposite of what I’m shooting for. Hence, why I’m currently testing the waters.

Charlee gasps. “Oh God.”

I follow the delicate curve of her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses. “Too much?”

Her back arches as I slide all nine inches against her. “In a good way. Please, Drew.”

I swirl my tongue against her nipple. “Please what, Charlee?”

“Please fuck me, you asshole!”

I groan when she wraps her small hand around my shaft and strokes me from root to tip. As much as I want to drive straight into her love tunnel, I can’t resist the urge to tease her a little more.

“Such strong language from such a delicate lady.”

Charlee growls. “Drew, I swear to fucking God, I will show you some really motherfucking strong language if you don’t put your goddamn dick inside of me in the next thirty seconds.”

I thrust into her hand once more. “You want this, honey?”

She huffs and throws her arm to the side, blindly reaching for the condoms. When she finds them, she rips the top one open and offers it to me. “Put this on, wiseass.”

I raise my eyebrows in challenge. “You put it on.”

I sit back on my knees, my dick standing in attention. Charlee gets on her knees as well and begins rolling the condom down my length with a fair amount of aggression. Her teeth are gritted and she’s practically glaring a hole through my dick, but she’s doing it nonetheless. Do you know what’s better than delayed gratification, folks? Say it with me now: Angry sex.

And do you know what you get when you combine angry sex with hotel sex? Pure fucking awesomeness, that’s what.

As soon as I’m covered, Charlee straddles me, positioning herself right above my tip. “You’re such a jerk.”

I band my left arm around her back and scoot backwards until my shoulders hit the headboard. “Feel free to take your frustration out on my dick, sweetheart.”

She lowers herself just enough for the tip to slide in. Her eyes widen when she attempts to go further and feels the stretch. Now, I don’t mean to brag or anything, but not only is my dick long and hard, but it’s also thick. Not in a freakshow kind of way, where I might as well be fisting the chick, but there’s definitely more girth than the norm. Every woman I’ve ever been with needs to take it real slow on that first ride down the flagpole. Charlee is so wet she’s fucking dripping, but she’s no exception to that.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” we both moan as she sinks down a few inches.

Everything inside of me is demanding to thrust upward but I’m trying to let her adjust so I hold still.

“Holy shit, Drew,” she pants as she takes it down another couple inches. “I really don’t want to inflate your ego any further, but I don’t know if I can take it all. I’m pretty sure you’re already hitting my uterus.”

“You can do it, honey,” I quip. “I believe in you.”

She rolls her eyes. “Gee, thanks for your vote of confidence.”

I wink. “Anytime, babe.”

I grab her tits— because hello, they’re right in front of my face—and start sucking with just enough pressure to leave a mark. First the left, then over to the right. Yeah, it’s a caveman move, but quite frankly, I don’t care. I’d leave hickeys all over her body if I didn’t think she’d castrate me afterwards. At least she can easily hide these. Charlee clearly needs a bit more of an assist so I roll her nipples between my lips. She groans and goes a little deeper as I start playing with her piercing. I’m rubbing and biting and licking anything I can reach until her ass finally hits my lap. 

My eyes roll back for a moment as the sheer ecstasy of this woman strangling my dick really hits me. “Now, was that so hard?”

Charlee smirks and rocks forward a bit. “Oh, it’s hard, all right.”

“Smartass.” She yelps when I pinch her ass.

I thread my fingers through Charlee’s hair and pull her lips down to mine. She whimpers as I plunder her mouth with my tongue and kisses me back with just as much fervor. I’d do this all night long if I could but my need to come is damn near palpable so I pull back, urging her to move.

“Ride me, Charlee. Fucking ride me.”

Her head falls back as she glides upward and back down again. “God, Drew. You feel so good.” 

“You too, honey. So fucking good.”  Major understatement there. Nothing has ever felt this good.

I palm her breasts and alternate sucking on them with kissing her mouth as she rides me slowly but surely. As Charlee gets close, she starts losing her rhythm so I take control. I grab on to her hips and move her up and down my dick until we’re both moaning each other’s names, covered in sweat, and on the verge of exploding.

“Fuck, Drew,” she pants. “Just like that. I’m almost there. So fucking close.”

“Me too, baby.”

Charlee’s nails are digging into my shoulders as her pussy grips my cock tighter and tighter. I pull her forward so her clit hits my pelvis with each stroke and increase my speed.

She gasps when I get really deep. “Drew...”

I bite her earlobe and whisper, “Come on, baby. I need you to get there. You feel too fucking good. I’m not going to last much longer.”

With one more thrust, she comes, hugging my dick so perfectly I want to weep. Charlee buries her head into my neck as my own release arrives seconds later, exploding out of me with a vengeance. I shudder as I spill into the condom. I make no move to slide out of her once I come back to Earth, perfectly content staying here forever. I kiss her forehead, then her cheeks and then her eyelids, before going back to her lips. I know I need to pull out before I completely soften—don’t want to spill the baby gravy after all—so I do so reluctantly and toss the spent condom in the nearby trash.

I know this started out with some serious hate fuck vibes but somewhere along the way it morphed into something else. What exactly that is, I couldn’t tell you, but I don’t mind one bit. Whatever this is, it’s better. I’ve had a long day in the desert sun, with I don’t even know how many drinks. And after what was arguably the best sex of my life, I should be fucking exhausted, but I’m not. Seeing Charlee spread out on the bed, in all her naked glory, I’m wired.

I lie on the mattress beside her and slide my thumb against her flushed cheek. “You’re the most beautiful wife on the planet. With the most perfect pussy.” 

She chuckles as she turns into my hand. “You couldn’t resist throwing in that last bit, could you?”

I smile. “I wouldn’t be me if I did.”

Charlee nuzzles my palm and looks up at me adoringly. “You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Summers. Your monster cock is pretty great too.”

I kiss her lips. “Why thank you, Mrs. Summers.”

Charlee traces her finger over the tattoo on my bicep. Little Drew stirs as she replaces that finger with her tongue. “I like this.” She pauses when she reaches the Celtic Maltese Cross in the center of the band. “Especially this part. What does it stand for?”

I watch as she outlines the flames surrounding it. “It’s a symbol of protection and badge of honor. For firefighters, it stands for perseverance, loyalty, dexterity, explicitness, observation, tact, sympathy, and gallantry.”

She places a soft kiss over the center of the cross. “It fits you perfectly, Drew.” She giggles. “Especially the explicitness part.”

I laugh. “Different kind of explicitness, but thank you, honey.” I’m grinning so hard my cheeks hurt. I’ve never been someone who needs another’s approval, but for some reason, Charlee saying that makes me fucking giddy.

Charlee smiles. “I know. Just couldn’t resist the opening.”

I brush some damp hair away from her forehead. “How are you possibly still single?”

She waves her left hand in front of my face. “Not single anymore.”

I smile. “Okay, how were you possibly still single? How did I get so fucking lucky?”

Charlee gives a small shrug. “I’ve been told that I’m a bit much to handle.”

I frown. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, if you haven’t noticed, I tend to speak my mind and I rarely filter what I’m thinking. I can also be pretty loud sometimes.”

I trail my finger down her arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “It’s one of the things I love most about you. You’re passionate and honest and you don’t give a fuck what people think. It’s what makes you stand out in a crowd.”

“Yeah...well, the men I’ve been with would beg to differ and I refused to change myself to fit their idea of what a woman should be like. You’re the only one that doesn’t seem to mind.”

I wrap my hand around the small of her back, pulling her closer. “They’re fucking morons. But I can’t say I’m not grateful because we wouldn’t be here right now if they didn’t let you go.”

Charlee smiles softly. “What are we going to do when we get home, Drew? What are we going to tell everyone?”

“I don’t know...the truth? That we know it’s crazy and impulsive, but it’s right. And that’s all that matters.”

“Do you really mean that?”

I nod. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

Charlee plays with the hairs at the back of my neck. “You know what I think?”

“What?” I brush my hand down her side, loving the way her silky skin feels beneath my fingertips.

She raises her eyebrows suggestively. “I think we’ll figure it out when we get home. In the meantime, we still have two more condoms to use.”

I groan as she strokes my semi into a full-blown stiffy. “Oh yeah?”

“Mmm hmm,” she says, scooting her body down the bed. “But first, it’s time for a little payback.”

My dick jerks in anticipation as her mouth hovers over the tip. “I like this plan.”

So do I, buddy, he says. I like this plan a lot.

Charlee moves her lips over my shaft before sucking me in and releasing me with a pop. “I thought you might. So no more worrying about what other people think tonight. Tonight, it’s all about us. You good with that?”

My hips move on their own accord as soon as she takes me into her warm, wet mouth again. “I’m so fucking good with that.”