KING: Las Vegas Bad Boys(96)

She blushes and licks her lips. Fuck, this girl likes opportunities, too.

I lift her again at the waist and her legs find their way around me, her arms wrap around my neck. She kisses my ear gingerly, then meets my eye to make sure I like it.

Oh, fuck yeah, I like it. She can slide her tongue across my body anywhere she likes.

The couch is around the corner, just like she said, and I sit down, with her in my lap. Her naked flesh sinks into me, and her soft skin keeps my cock alive and revved up.

The lights aren’t as bright back here, and it’s nothing like the guys locker room. No sweaty clothes or crusty towels litter the floor; this place is nice and tidy. But still, no frills. This is a barebones locker room, and as far as I know JoJo is the only female who works out here.

JoJo doesn’t seem like a frills girl at all. Shit, she was out in the gym kicking my ass for the better part of the day.

“So you’ve never had sex in the girl’s locker room?” she asks, pulling back to look at me.

I don’t think she knows how fucking hard it is to concentrate on her words when all I can think about is her warm body pressed tight against mine. Our noses nearly touch. God, I want to devour her.

“Never in this girl’s locker room,” I admit, smiling. “But I grew up playing football and baseball—a Midwest boy, born and raised. I’ve taken cheerleaders in a locker room plenty of times.”

“Plural? So, lots of locker room threesomes?” she asks, smirking,

“Hey, my motto is ‘the more the merrier.’”

“Will I be enough for you, then?”

“Oh, baby, you are more than enough.”

She bites her lip, hesitating, then leans in and kisses me again. Our mouths collide and create a spark that causes me to run my hands down her bare back, to her tight little ass. I squeeze her and then move my hands to her front. Her little pussy needs some attention.

I’ll give it to her.

“Should I just....” JoJo looks down at my hard cock. I nod, and she takes me in her hands. She moves up and down my shaft; her opening getting nice and wet as she touches me. Oh, hell yeah, this girl needs my cock to fill her up.

Her soft folds are nice and juicy now, and I’m glad I moved her from the shower so I can have this perfect view of her.

But I can’t wait any longer. I need her sitting in my lap properly.

I roll on the condom, and her tits move up and down as she takes in deep breaths.

“Breathe easy, baby,” I tell her. “You ever fucked a man this big before?”

“No,” she says, nearly whispering. “But, God, I want to. So bad.”

She’s nearly panting with desire, and I won’t make her wait any longer.

I lift her narrow waist, and ease her onto me. Her hand holds my thick rod, leading it into her opening.

“Oh, oh, god,” she moans softly.

“Does it hurt?” I wince. I’ve been with loads of women who are impressed with my cock. Hell, I get paid to show my package onstage, wearing a thong–and, hell no, I don’t stuff that thing. I’ve got a cock that makes women drool. But this is different.

JoJo genuinely seems to be having a hard time taking me, in a way that’s different than just needing some lube.

“It’s okay ... it’s just.” She stops, shakes her head.

“It’s what?” I ask, as she lowers herself a few inches down my cock. Oh, God, her tight pussy feels so fucking amazing.

“Nothing,” she says, adamant. “Fuck me like you would anyone else. I want it.”

I swivel my hips up, to help her onto me without force or strain. I don’t want this to be painful. She has no idea how good it’s gonna feel once she has me all the way inside her.

“I’m not gonna fuck you like anyone else, JoJo. You’re singular.”

Her eyes look worried. “This is a one-time thing, though, right. Just sex, no strings?”

“No strings,” I tell her, caught off guard a bit. Most women are dying for strings. Most women want to fucking tie my heart up with a chain and tether it to their fucking life.

I wasn’t lying when I said JoJo wasn’t like anyone else.

“Good,” she says, taking a deep breath. “Then let’s do this, McQueen. Really, really do this.”

I see that glint in her eye again, the mischievous, living-on-the-wild-side glint. A glint I’m guessing she doesn’t let herself enjoy often, given the way she hesitates so much with me.

She wraps her arms around my shoulders, sinking into me completely, moaning as she does.

“Oh, God, yes, that’s it,” I tell her.

I hold her ass, running my hands over her cheeks as I watch her grind against me nice and slow. I love watching a woman on top of me, getting herself off nice and good, but JoJo is different.