ACE:Las Vegas Bad Boys(77)

And according to him, I won’t have to.



The casino is bumping when we arrive. All bright lights and hazy tables, with stacks of chips piled high. High rollers smoking cigars and drinking whiskey, calling the shots, because these men know what they want and they are going to get it. Cocktail waitresses walk around in their fishnets and pleather leotards, red lips and big tits. Everyone here drips decadence, and I know, as I walk through the casino floor, Ace and I are no different.

But I’m not just dripping decadence. My pussy is dripping with the anticipation of the fucking I’m about to receive.

“Where to, Boss-man?” I whisper in his ear, as he leads me past the slot machines and crowds.

We go past my break room, the kitchen where I restock my orders. We stop at the locker room.

“Go change into your uniform,” he tells me.

“Really? “I ask, smiling. “You want me in those stilettos and fishnets?”

“Fuck, yeah, I do. And then I’m going to wrap those long legs of yours around me and fuck you until you scream.”

“You make me so wet. I swear I’ll be dripping out of that leotard, Ace.”

“Good. I like your juice.”

I slip into the locker room, trying to catch my breath. Keeping my head down, I tug off my jeans, and pull my top over my head. I slip off my bra and notice how tight and hard my nipples are already, how wet my opening is. I remember meeting Ace and having to run to the break room to rub myself until I got off, because Ace made me so horny, with his chiseled face and muscled arms.

And now the very same man is mine. Now the very same man is going to put his cock in my willing pussy and fill me until I scream his name.

Once I’m dressed, I let down my hair, the soft brown strands falling around my shoulders, and I tousle it with my hands, hoping I look sexy. I push up my breasts, hoping to excite Ace with the soft mounds of skin lifted high.

“You are a fucking bombshell, Emmy,” he says, grabbing my ass and pulling me in for a deep kiss.

We go around a corner, and he pushes me into the wall. I’m surprised, because this back hallway isn’t that discreet. The lights are lower than out in the casino, but anyone could walk around here and see us.

Maybe that is part of the excitement. The intrigue.

“I’m gonna fuck you here, Emmy Rose, and you’re gonna like it.”

“Someone might see us.”

“I know,” Ace says, a sly grin forming across his sexy lips. I can’t help but lean in for another kiss, wrap my arms around his neck, and press my tongue into his mouth.

He pulls down the straps of my leotard, and my breasts tumble out. He pulls one into his mouth, sucking the firm nipple, making the space between my thighs tingle in anticipation. I find his belt buckle and tug it open. Pulling the zipper down, I reach inside and feel his massive cock in my hand.

Oh, it’s so nice and hard, and with Ace’s tongue licking my tits, all I want is to lick his thick rod.

“Baby,” I say. “I need you in ways I don’t think I can have you here. Someone might see.”

“I don’t want you to be nervous, Emmy.” He presses a button on the wall, and a screen lowers from the ceiling, cutting the other hallway off from this one.

“A private hallway for screwing employees, nice,” I say, a laugh escaping my lips. “Who are you?”

“I’m Ace Royalle, and I own this fucking place.”

I love that Ace isn’t annoyed about me not wanting to fuck in public. Wanting him to know I appreciate it, I unbutton his shirt, kissing his chest as I make way down the hard ladder that is his stomach, kissing the fine hair above his boxer briefs.

I tug them down and put his cock in my mouth, remembering in pleasure the other times I’ve sucked him off until he came all over me, inside of me. Until he became one with me.

“Oh, that feels good, baby,” he says, running his fingers through my hair. I pull him out of my mouth, and press my tits against his thick rod, looking up at him to see if he likes it. He bites his lip, looking down at me with those fierce green eyes of his.

“Come here,” he says, easing me back to standing. “I don’t fuck that way in the hallway. I fuck hard and fast. Dirty. You can’t be on your knees. You need to be wrapped around my waist.”

I like it when he takes control. I don’t need that power to feel good—all I need is his hands sliding across my skin and his hot breath in my ear. All I need is him. He pins me to the wall with his strong hands.

Ace rips at the fishnets until they’re shreds, pulls away the slim material of the leotard, exposing my pussy in all its dripping glory. He sets me on his bulging cock and, against the wall, I moan as he rocks into me with an intensity I haven’t felt before.