ACE:Las Vegas Bad Boys(13)

I am a man.

I worked my way to the top by being a badass motherfucker, and Emmy Rose needs to know that.

“I am kidding.” She shrugs, smiling coyly. “I mean, I was late because my stockings were pulled down, but not by another man.”

My eyes burn in confusion.

“Boss, after I spoke to you in the hall, I was fucking delirious. I was so hot and, well, horny. I couldn’t help myself.” She bites back a laugh. “I was late coming here because I was in the bathroom, getting myself off. You had me at fucking hello, and you never even introduced yourself. I had to make myself come or I wouldn’t have made it though this shift.”

I grin, fucking overcome by how amazing this woman is. She was in a bathroom stall, her fingers in her pussy, thinking about me? Late for my poker game—a game she didn’t even know I would be at—because she was coming at the mere thought of me? My cock?

“Emmy, you have no idea what is coming your way.”

I pull off my boxer briefs, my cock fully erect, fully ready to be devoured.





EMMY


So I’ve seen enough cocks in my life. I mean, I’ve slept with a handful of men, and besides that I’ve browsed pornforwomen.tumblr.com enough times that I’m familiar with both regular dicks and porn star dicks—but Boss-man’s cock is in a category all its own.

No fucking way can that fit in me.

But oh my god, will I die trying.

“Are you kidding me with that thing?” I ask, licking my lips, because I swear I’m gonna start drooling here and now.

I drop to my knees without thinking. I need to get up close and personal with the perfectly formed cock before me.

“That thing is like ten inches long, Boss—are you on steroids or something?” I ask, my mouth so near his tip. My pussy has started dripping again. Just looking at his penis is literally orgasm-worthy.

“No steroids. Just, the rumors are true.”

“Well, I don’t know about rumors,” I say, looking up at him. “But I sure as hell hope you lick pussy, too.” I cover my mouth, thinking that comment is literally word-vomit. I am uncensored in this guy’s presence, exactly what I shouldn’t be. “Ohmigod, I can’t believe I just said that out loud.”

“It’s okay, Emmy. I like it when you speak your mind. You’re funny, and fucking hot.” He looks down at me, his rock-solid abs distracting me from his eyes.

“So do you or don’t you go down?”

“Oh, I’ll go down for you,” he says. “I’ll fucking go anywhere you want me.”

I laugh. “You don’t even know me. And you aren’t supposed to fall for anyone—your buddies tonight said you’ve never taken any women to your penthouse.”

“You’re not any woman. Besides, we aren’t leaving this suite tonight.”

I’m not distracted by anything; I only have eyes for him. I pull his cock into my mouth, not even meaning to deep throat him, but I can’t help it. His girth is thick and my tongue has barely enough room to swirl around him.

But I find a way. I pull him in and out of my mouth, covering his length with my swirling tongue. Then my mouth is full of his soft balls, I can only fit one in my mouth at a time, but I lick them, suck them, loving the way they hit the roof of my mouth.

My face rubs against all of him. I press my hand over my opening, getting my palm nice and slick with my own juice and then begin rubbing against him with my wet hand, licking his length, filling my mouth with him again, until I’m so full of him I can’t breathe.

My whole body is overcome with the desire to have his come on me, in me. Everywhere.

I’m not usually like that. I like sex to be nice and tidy because, honestly, no guy really knows what he’s doing.

But right now, I don’t fucking care if Boss-man knows what he’s doing either. Because all I want right now is this cock in my mouth. I want to taste his come. I want to drink him until we’re both quenched. His veins are pulsing, his massive cock so hard as he thrusts toward me.

I grab his ass, hard, and oh god—never mind a moment ago when I thought didn’t need his cock anyplace but my mouth—because, oh fuck, I want his cock in every opening of my body.

He comes; he tastes salty and sweet, and I want it everywhere, not just running down my throat. I pull his perfectly round tip out of my mouth and let him come on my tits, let his come drip down me.

I watch him moan as the last of his come covers my bouncing breasts, running off my skin, dripping to the carpeted floor.

“What the fuck did you do to me, woman?” he asks incredulously.

“The same thing you are about to do to me.”