Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Alice closes the door and then it’s just me and the way-too-hot guy with the rock-hard chest muscles. It dawns on me then that I still don’t know his name.
“You didn’t answer my question.” I look across at him.
“What question was that?”
“What’s your name?”
“Sammie,” he says.
“Well, Sammie, do you have a last name?”
“I do.” He nods.
“And are you going to tell me what it is?”
“Your room is just up here.” He points to the door that’s three over from the one Alice went inside.
“You’re avoiding the question.”
“Are you going to tell me your last name, Poppy?” he asks.
“Sure, Poppy Luanne Kestral.” I hold out my hand to him. “Nice to meet you.”
“Poppy Luanne Kestral, I’m Sammie Russo Junior.” His large palm covers mine and goose bumps skirt up my arm. “Here you are. You need anything else? Just call down to room service. Door code is seven, three, six, four.”
“That’s it?” My head tilts to the side. He’s seriously just walking me to my door? I don’t get it. “Are you married?”
“No.”
“Do you have a girlfriend?” I ask him.
“Nope.”
“Okay, well, is it true what they say?”
“What is it that they say?”
“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?” I grin at him.
“It can be.” He shrugs.
“Good, because right now, I’m going to need you to come into this room with me. We’re going to get naked and you’re going to show me what those big hands of yours can do to my body, and I’m really hoping that other saying about how big hands mean big dicks is really true too.”
Sammie chuckles. “How much have you had to drink?”
“I’m not drunk. I stopped at two cocktails and switched to mocktails because I didn’t want to risk not remembering my last night with Alice before she becomes barefoot and pregnant and tied to her kitchen sink.”
“You really have a warped view on marriage.” He chuckles again.
“Good thing I’m asking you for one night and not a lifetime commitment then, huh? One unforgettable night in Vegas that stays in Vegas.”
I’ve never been shy about asking for what I want. I don’t see the point of beating around the bush and risking not getting things. And right now, I want this man naked and buried balls-deep inside me.
“You sure you’re not drunk?” he repeats.
“You want to do a sobriety test on me?” I quirk an eyebrow.
“I did have to pull you down off a bar ten minutes ago,” he says.
“I don’t need to be drunk to get up on a bar and dance.” I laugh. “It’s called having fun. Ever heard of it?”
“I tend to do other things for fun.” He shrugs and holds the door open. His palm returns to my lower back as he guides me into the room, the door closing behind us. Guess this is him taking me up on my one night in Vegas offer.
I do a mental fist-pump in my head but try to keep my face neutral.
I don’t want him to know just how much I want him.
I can’t even remember a time I’ve wanted anyone like this.
I can feel the wetness on my upper thighs.
The lace panties doing absolutely nothing to stop my pussy from weeping down my legs.
I go to walk farther into the room when Sammie spins me around, pushing me back against the door. His lips slam down onto mine. One large hand wraps around the bottom of my jaw, tilting my head up and giving him better access to my mouth as his tongue plunges in.
I let out a moan as my knees literally buckle. Shit.
I pull him closer to me. Not that there is any space between us. I just have this insane need to be closer to him.
Sammie moves his hands to my ass, gripping each globe. He growls into my mouth, and then I’m being lifted off the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he pushes my back hard against the wall. That’s not the hardness I’m focused on, though. No, it’s the thing he’s pressing against my vagina.
“Holy shit.” I pull away from his mouth, my fingers tangled in his hair.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re hard everywhere.” I smile. “Like, wow.” I grind myself against his dick.
“I’ve been hard since I saw you up on that bar,” he admits.
“It’s because you could see my horseshoe, isn’t it?”
“No.” He chuckles.
“Does this place have a bed?”
Sammie presses his mouth back against mine, and then we’re moving. I’m clinging to him so tight I’m surprised he hasn’t stopped to let me down. My ankles hook together behind him, giving me the leverage to be able to lift my body up and down while rubbing myself against his crotch.
“Fuck!” he hisses out. His movements stop, and he reaches behind to my legs, drawing them apart. “Stand up.”
I drop my feet to the ground, letting go of him completely.
“Turn around,” he instructs.
I raise a brow. “You’re kind of bossy.”
“You like it,” he says. “Now be a good girl, Poppy, and turn the fuck around so I can get this dress off you.”
He’s right. I do like it. I never thought I would. But somehow, his bossiness just made me wetter than I already was.
I spin around, and Sammie brushes my hair over my shoulder. His breath warms the back of my neck and his fingers slide the zipper down before the fabric of my dress is pooling around my feet.
“Fuck me,” Sammie growls. A coldness seeps through me when he steps away. “Now turn back around.”
I take my time, doing what he says in nothing but my black lace panties and heels.
Sammie’s gaze runs from my feet up to my face until his eyes are boring into my own. “Fucking perfection,” he says as he shrugs out of his jacket and then starts unbuttoning his shirt. “I hope you’re ready to be awake all night, because I’m going to fucking devour you for as long as you let me.”
“Well, maybe you should get to the devouring part. I have an early flight,” I tell him.
Sammie smiles, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. He retrieves a strip of three condoms, and I laugh.
“Most guys only carry around one.”
“Most guys are idiots. You think I’m going to waste our one night by only fucking you once?” he asks as his shirt hits the floor before he’s toeing off his shoes.
I step out of my own shoes and climb up onto the bed. Sitting in the middle of it and watching as Sammie undoes his belt, then his pants and with one swoop, he has both his boxers and pants down around his ankles. His dick bobbing free.
My eyes widen. That thing is fucking huge.
“That’s going to hurt so good,” I mumble to myself.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Sammie says, his brows drawn down in concern.
“Maybe not on purpose, but have you seen the size of your dick?” I ask him.
“Once or twice.” He chuckles while fisting it.
“What kind of deal did you make with the devil? Because all of that…” I wave a hand up and down his body.
His very toned, tanned body. There are tattoos decorating his chest and shoulders that look like they wrap around to his back.
And then there’re those V lines, those dips on his hips that lead straight to his cock. “…is not natural.”
“I didn’t make a deal with the devil, Poppy. I am the devil.” His lips tilt up at one side.
“Well then, I guess I’m about to fuck the devil.”
“No, the devil is about to fuck you.” He climbs onto the bed and pulls on my legs, straightening them out. I fall backwards. Sammie doesn’t waste any time removing my panties. “I need to know.”
“Know what?”
“If you taste as sweet as you fucking smell.”
“Then you best start licking to find out.” I spread my legs wide open for him. Who am I to deny him the answers he seeks?
Sammie’s head settles between my thighs, his tongue slides up through my folds, and my eyes roll backwards.
“Oh god!” I moan as pleasure radiates through me.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he growls. “And so fucking sweet.”
He grunts before he dives back in, sucking, licking, and nibbling at me until an orgasm hits me at full force. I scream his name as my legs tighten around his head, holding him in place.
When I relax, Sammie makes his way up my body. “That’s one. Keep count, Poppy,” he says.
“Keep count of what?”
“How many orgasms I’m going to give you tonight,” he says confidently.
I don’t tell him the only time I’ve ever had multiple orgasms was with myself. Instead, I smile and nod my head as his fingers plunge into my opening.
“Shit!” I groan in pleasure as he reaches right up to that little hidden spot deep inside me. “I need…” I moan, gripping his forearms. “Damn it, even your arms are hard.”
Sammie laughs as his mouth wraps around one of my breasts and his fingers continue their assault on my pussy. It doesn’t take long before I feel another orgasm building.
“How?” I mutter as I close my eyes and give myself over to the pleasure.
When I open them again, Sammie is looking down at me. “Two.”
“Two.” I smile wide. Maybe I’m dreaming. That has to be what this is, because men like Sammie Russo Junior don’t exist in real life. No one can be this good with their tongues and fingers.
I watch as he tears open a condom. “You sure you want this?” he asks, rolling it down his shaft.
“I want this,” I tell him.
He settles between my thighs, the tip of his cock pressing against my opening.
“Just go slow. I’ve never… had anything this big inside me,” I admit.
He smiles like a proud kid who just got a gold star. “I’ll go slow.”
He slides his dick in, inch by agonizingly-slow inch, until he’s fully buried inside me. My walls are contracting around him, adjusting to the intrusion. A slight burn gives way to pleasure.
“You feel fucking amazing,” he groans.
“You can move now. I’m good,” I tell him, and it’s as if I waved some kind of flag, because move he does.
Sammie fucks me within an inch of my life, and I swear I almost pass out when he gets yet another orgasm out of me.