Chapter Nine
We’re nearly to the strip before she realizes where I’ve taken a detour.
Sophie turns to me with a bright smile. “Vegas?”
I shrug. “Figured you wouldn’t mind if we added an extra day. Have you been before?”
She shakes her head. “No, my friends wanted to fly out for our 21st, but it didn’t work out. We went to Miami instead.”
Jealousy curls inside me. I don’t want to think about what she got up to on her birthday in Miami.
Her laugh bursts in the air. “You’re pouting. We hung out at the beach and went shopping and to a few bars. But we weren’t wild.”
“I don’t have a right to be mad about your past, anyway.”
“Considering you’re married to my mom?” she teases.
I scowl, unhappy to be reminded of the situation.
“I want to visit the MM shop,” she says before I can comment, as if knowing I would appreciate the change in topic.
“Candy? Of course, I’m not surprised,” I tease her.
She rolls her eyes. “I have a sweet tooth. Sue me.”
“That’s not the only thing that’s sweet.”
Sophie snorts, pushing my shoulder. “Ohmygod. You’ve evolved. That’s some dad humor.”
“Or husband humor,” I tell her, giving her a pointed look.
She blushes and bites her lip before turning to watch out the window. I wish it was darker out so she could experience the Las Vegas strip at its fullest potential. It’s a good thing I called ahead to ensure a suite was available at my family’s regular hotel. She’ll get one of the best views.
“You hungry? We can stop somewhere before we get to the hotel?” I ask her.
She shakes her head before reaching over to entangle her fingers with mine. “I could go for a slushie.”
My cock hardens as she bites her lips.
***
“Look,” she smiles widely, pulling on my arm and bringing me closer to her side. “You can make custom MMs.”
“You know what these would be cool for?”
“What?” she asks, glancing over the options on the printer. I wrap my arm around her waist, kissing her temple.
“A little souvenir for a small wedding,” I whisper in her ear.
She gasps, her head tilting back on my shoulder, and I take her mouth. I pull away gently, wanting to keep our PDA to a minimum.
“You would do custom MMs with our initials for our wedding?”
I smile. “I’ll do it right now. Maybe add a little heart too.”
Sophie pauses and turns to face me. “Why are you being so sweet today?”
“What do you mean?” I pull her closer, her breasts pressed against my chest.
She shrugs. “You’re acting like we’re an actual couple, instead of like we’re doomed.”
Leaning past her, I order our custom MMs so we can move on from the shop. Then I fix my attention back to her suspicious face and my thumb presses against her frowning lips. “I wasn’t acting like we were doomed. I just knew once I had you, I wouldn’t be able to stop. And I’m treating you like you’re mine because you are. I don’t care if a piece of paper ties me to someone else. I’ll burn that paper and throw it in the trash.”
Her cheeks blush. “Okay. I would like to be yours, even if it’s just for today.”
I nearly growl at her continued reluctance to admit what we are. “Sophie...”
She turns and grabs the bag of our freshly printed candy. Her eyes flicker to mine over her shoulder as she walks away. I follow her like a lost puppy, unwilling to leave her side as she browses the shelves.
“Anything else you want to do? We can stay as long as you want,” I tell her as we walk back onto the sidewalks of the strip.
She shrugs. “I’ve never gambled before. I kind of want to check out the tables or slot machines. Are they as cool as they make them look in the movies?”
I laugh, letting go of her hand to throw my arm around her shoulder and tuck her into my side. “They can be, but not really.”
***
Her ass molds perfectly into my hands as I carry her into the room, kicking the door shut behind me. The fury of kisses running along my jaw has me rushing to drop the bags and bring us straight to the bed. We did some more shopping before she opted to come rest in the room before checking out the casinos. I nearly didn’t catch her when she jumped into my arms in the elevator to our suite.
Her little moan vibrates against my skin as her hips rock against my stomach.
I let us fall onto the mattress, keeping my body draped over hers as I seal our lips together. I can still taste the cherries from her slushie, a slushie she begged me to come in again. I’m not even sure I have enough to dump into her pussy tonight, but damn, I’m gonna try.
She moans into my mouth, and my hands move to push up her tank top, freeing her bare breasts and pierced nipples. I suck one into my mouth, kneading the other as she arches her back. When both tips are puckered pink and pointing to the ceiling, I scoot down the bed and kiss a trail down her taut belly.
Unbuttoning her shorts, she lifts to help me pull them and her panties off in two quick tugs. Then I spread her legs, staring down at her glittering red pussy. Everything about her is red, there won’t be another day I live where I won’t be able to see the color without thinking of her.
My mouth settles over her sex, moaning at the fresh taste of her nectar. I push my tongue inside, lapping at her sloppy mess. She’s exquisite. Everything about her makes every inch of me feel alive. Thrusting against the mattress to get some relief for my hard and aching cock, I push two fingers into her.
“Wyatt…” she gasps, rocking her hips to meet the rhythm of my hand.
Her belly dips, the charm dangling over her skin twinkling with the light as her pussy tightens around my fingers, and I can’t look away from her. She enchants me beyond my conscious control. When she said she got me off in my sleep, I should have been disgusted, but my first thought was to record it next time. Eventually, we will live together and I’ll do just that.
I pull out of her, flipping her onto her stomach and digging my fingers into her ass cheeks as I squeeze and spread them. She lets out a scream when I drag my finger up her wet slit and to her tight hole I haven’t touched before.
“Have you been fucked here before?” I spit on her asshole, pressing a finger into her.
She stiffens and is hesitant to answer, which tells me she has and doesn’t want to provoke the jealousy that’s already burning in my gut.
“Let me rephrase. You want Daddy to fuck you here?”
Sophie shakes her head just as I start to pump my finger. “I want you to come inside me.”
“I can come inside your ass,” I tease her, fingering her tight hole a little faster. She rises on her elbows, arching her back and pushing her ass into me.
“No, Daddy.”
Sophie lets out a little yelp when I swat her cheek with a quick smack. The skin ripples and flushes a bright pink, not nearly as red as I’d like. “I don’t enjoy being told no, baby.”
She moans. “Inside my pussy. I like the feeling of your cum dripping out of me.”
My cock swells at her words, forgetting about wanting to stretch her ass.
“Fuck yes. I’ll fill you up with my cum,” I rasp, while I kneel behind her and shove my pants down. Stroking my hard cock, I bend forward and tongue her ass one more time. When her breath hitches and she squirms under my mouth, I pull away and notch my tip at her soaking entrance.
I revel in the feel of her tight cunt opening up to me as I push in. Her walls squeeze my cock like a vice as I bury myself to the hilt. My pelvis rests against her ass checks and my balls hang against her clit.
“Oh god,” she moans, her fingers twisting in the sheets.
My fingers flex on her hips and I already struggle not to come.
“You feel so good, ” I tell her as I move. I slide in and out of her tight pussy as she pushes against me with every stroke. I thrust harder, wanting to be as far as I can inside her. She falls forward and I follow her down, slipping my cock back inside her as I slide my arms under her body and wrap them around her. I’ve never fucked someone so hard, my movements aren’t my own with the way I want to consume her.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she screams into the bed, shaking in my hold as her cunt pulses around my cock. I follow her into the bliss, filling her with my cum. I bite down on her shoulder, thrusting with the last few quick jerks of my release. Sophie shudders, panting loudly with a little whimper as I pull back and smile at the red indents of my teeth.
I trace the marks with my finger. “One day, baby. I’m going to give you something a little more permanent.”