King:Las Vegas Bad Boys(48)

"You don't think you turn me on?" He laughs. "You have no fucking clue, woman."

He steps out of his shorts and kicks them away. What's left is a massive cock, hard and pointed right at me.

"Oh my God, McQueen." I literally have to catch my breath.

"You like that?" he asks, taking my hand and placing it on his solid shaft.

"Oh. I like that," I say, nodding, sounding like an idiot, but also just  stunned. I assumed a man like him would have a big cock ... but I don't  think he understands it's literally the only cock I've seen in my life.

And it's just making me so horny. It's so long and hard-and thick, too.  As my thumb and forefinger try to circle it, I quickly realize it's much  larger than that. Which leads me to wonder ... how will this fit inside  me?

"Now let's get you out of those shorts, JoJo. I need to see what I have  to work with. Need to see how ready your pussy is for me."

I bite my lip, trying not to be a complete cliché, but just hoping he'll  like what he sees. I don't want him to know I'm a virgin, because I'm  scared it would make him hesitate, not wanting to be that guy.

I take off my shorts and panties. They stick to my thighs because we're  completely wet, and when I try to kick them off I lose my balance and  lean into him. He catches me, and suddenly our skin connects, my body is  pressed against him, and his cock strains against me. His chest is  solid and my breasts are aching to be touched, sucked. Felt.

I give in, then. To him. To this moment. My first time with a man. With anyone.

His hands run across my back, and my whole body is full of sensation.  The steam evaporating against my slick skin, the rush of lust coursing  through my veins. His lips kissing my shoulders, my collar bone, easing  lower to my breasts.

My head falls back as his hands find their way to my breasts. He rolls  his thumbs over my nipples; I let out a soft groan, my core ignited. His  hands haven't even run over the length of me.

Oh, God, how I want them to.

"You like that?" he asks, his voice soft, but sure. He knows how smooth  he is, and I'm so glad I'm with a master charmer, because I don't need  any more asshole men in my life. Right now I need a man who knows what a  woman wants.

"I do," I pant, not able to say anything more.

"Good." McQueen smiles, and for a moment I don't feel less-than because  I'm a woman-like a commodity, a tradable thing. I don't feel like I have  to fight, like I have to prove something. Right here, in McQueen's  arms, I just feel beautiful.

And I can't remember ever feeling that way before.

His hand slides down to my entrance, and I ease my body slightly, giving  him access to that prized place, the place no man has ever gone before.  His fingers touch my folds and every hair on my body stands on end.  It's electrifying, him touching me ... him so close to what I've kept  locked away for so long.

"Oh, baby, you're so tight."







"I know. It's okay."

He nods and turns off the water. "The water will make it harder for me  to get in. Let me get you dried off and on your back, then I'll get your  pussy nice and ready for my cock. I don't want to hurt you."

"But I don't want you to stop."

"I won't baby," McQueen laughs. "Fuck, I can't stop this show now, you  know that." He looks down at his hardness, and I swallow, realizing what  he means.

"There's a couch, around the corner," I tell him.

"Shit, you got a couch in the locker room? What's Kit running here? A hotel?"

I smile, knowing that couch has proven useful when I've needed to nap  and didn't want to go home right after a workout. But I can see how it  might have other uses, too.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" he asks, grabbing a towel from the cart  outside the shower and wrapping it around his waist, then handing me  one.

"You have a condom, right?"

I see his eyebrows rise in surprise.

Crap.





Chapter Four





McQueen



"You're cute, you know that?" I ask her. Do I have condom? Does she know who I am? Maybe not. "JoJo, I got us covered."

"Okay." JoJo nods, relief flooding her face. Oh, this girl is more than  ready to get dirty with me. "It's just, I'm not on the pill."

"It's okay, here, let's dry you off." I take a towel and run it over her  shoulders, drying her off quickly. Her creamy skin is warm from the hot  shower. Her long red hair hangs down her back, water dripping off the  tips to make a puddle of water at her feet.

JoJo's body would make other women crumble, and she isn't like most  women who know how attractive they are. JoJo is almost ... innocent. But  I don't know how that's fucking possible. She gives off this sense of  strength, like no one can mess with her. Like there's no reason to even  try. If she doesn't want something, she'll let you know.

But I swear she's acting like she's never had sex with a stranger.

Well, maybe she hasn't.

Thank God she wants my cock right now, because I swear I'm never this  spun up for a woman. And my hungry cock is throbbing to get inside her  tight little pussy. I grab a condom from my shorts pocket; thankfully,  the foil wrapper kept it dry.

"You always keep condoms in your pocket when you work out?"

"Hey, I'm an opportunist," I tell her.

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.