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that we are landing at Las Vegas International. I
thank her, roll off the bed and proceed to toward the main cabin so
I can fasten my seat belt. However, the little hottie has something
different in mind. She stands in the doorway, both hands resting on
the door frame, flashing a devilish smirk, all which effectively
blocks my path.
    “ If there's anything else I
can do...” She trails off, licking her wine colored lips and raking
her eyes down my body.
    She's looking at me with
hooded lids and scorching, desire invoking eyes that promise to
rock my world. Mm, hell yeah. Moving on is going to be easier than I
anticipated. I haven't even gotten off the damn plane yet. Tenderly
placing a finger under her chin, I lift it upward to look her in
the eyes. Deep brown irises encircled by a black ring with no depth
quickly tamps out my desire–because they are not blue. Fuck me.
    “ Next time Sweetness.” I
tease, sliding my thumb down the middle of her throat.
    She bites down on her
bottom lip and nods before whipping around, displaying her
voluptuous ass. Before walking away she flips her long brown hair
over one shoulder and glances back at me with a devilish grin. She
winks then makes her way to the cockpit. I mentally slap myself for
turning down that hot piece of ass. What the fuck is wrong with
me? Sex with hoards of women is one of the
reasons I came to Vegas , I remind
myself. Technically, she wasn't in
Vegas , I counter and that's the excuse I go
with. I'm a fucking dumb ass who is
arguing with himself over sex.
    My car is waiting when I disembark the
plane and soon we are moving along with heavy traffic on the world
famous Vegas Strip. Accustom to all the finer things, I choose the
MGM Grand for an unknown duration. The Sky-lofts at The Grand are
audacious to say the least and offers exactly what I need to match
my new lifestyle.
    The private concierge says
I was lucky that one of the penthouse suites happens to be
available. Apparently Heff's girls canceled their all girl’s trip
that was supposed to start today. Too
bad. I could have easily persuaded them to
share a room. Disappointed, I give them and myself a mental tongue
lashing for the last minute cancellation.
    Well, with my damn luck,
it's a good fucking thing there’s other shit to do in Vegas besides
gamble.
    When I arrive in my room I notice the
call ahead to the personal shopper was pure genius on my part.
Several new designer suits along with all the other provisions I
will require for the duration of my stay waits for my inspection. I
check every detail and after seeing that she clearly followed my
specific instructions I’m satisfied with my new start. Needing to
relax and forget the bullshit back in Willow, I spend a lengthy
amount of time in the luxurious steam shower.
    Realizing it has been
three, entirely too long days since I was last inside Waverly, I
drop my forehead against the clear glass wall and groan through the
cascading water, pouring from the large sprayer mounted in the
ceiling. The night of the bonfire is the last time I tasted and
explored her sweetness. The thoughts of being in her bed with her
riding me while her head is thrown back, screaming my name gets me
hard instantly. Now I must deal with my growing problem. Ah fuck, she is a damn vision of heaven, riding
my cock. I love how every time we fuck and
she's escalating in passion toward orgasm she begs me to flip her
onto her stomach. In this submissive position (me taking her from
behind), I draw out the residuals of her aftershocks and it gives
her the most pleasurable physical high. This is Waverly’s favorite
position. It drives her wild to climax under me and pleases the
hell out of my controlling nature.
    Visualizing Waverly needing me to
dominate her while I force more pleasure from her body increases my
current need for sexual release. Envisioning my greedy hands
gripping into the creamy flesh of her hips, moving one hand up the
line of her spine and gripping her shoulder