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Jodie reached for the dice in a
trance. She wasn’t thinking about anything except Dorian when she
rolled—his hands, his mouth, the hard press of his cock against the curve
of her ass. Just his trousers and the thin material of her dress separated
them, and everyone— everyone —was watching.
    “Ten
easy! Big Dick!” The stickman shouted, making Jodie’s whole body flush with
heat. She expected Dorian to say something, like he had about the stickman
“short sticking” her, but he didn’t.
    “The
six and the four,” Dorian murmured, chuckling. “They call it the ‘big dick.’”
    How
fitting , she thought, all too aware of the man’s throbbing erection against
her ass. She thought his kiss had been a surprise, making her instantly wet,
but this was something else altogether. Her pussy wasn’t just wet, it was
aching, pure torture between her thighs. It was overwhelming. It made her want
him to fuck her. Right there. In front of everyone. Somehow the audience made
the whole fantasy even hotter.
    “What’s
that ‘come’ all about?” Jodie asked, watching people put more chips on the
green felt in the section marked “come.”
    “If
you’re a good girl, I’ll teach you about that later,” he replied, shifting his
weight. It was a casual thing, but it made his cock rub against her ass. A
little shiver went through her as she imagined him inside of her, impaling her,
inch by glorious inch. She could imagine the already-shocked bridesmaids
watching in horror and dismay as Dorian Cole bent her over, shoved up her
skirt, yanked her panties aside, and just took her.
    “Now
win for me,” Dorian whispered, his breath coming almost as fast as hers as the
stickman called for last bets and slid the dice their way. No one could hear
them over the crowd they’d drawn. It felt like the whole casino had surrounded
the table to watch.
    His
words thrilled her. Jodie picked up the dice, everything tingling, from the
tips of her fingers to the tips of her toes. She looked at the dice in her hand
and asked them in her mind for a six. A pretty six, any way they
wanted—two threes; or a one and a five; or a two and a four—it
didn’t matter. As long as the numbers added up to six, she’d be happy. The
whole table would be happy. Dorian would be happy.
    “Six
easy, pay the line! Pay the line!” The stickman announced and the place erupted
like they were at a concert and the main act had just taken the stage.
    “We
won!” Kimber screamed, turning to Jodie and kissing her cheek. “Oh my fucking
god, you lucky little dice whore, we won!”
    Jodie
couldn’t help laughing as the girls all hugged, jumping around. People around
the table smiled, high-fiving. Behind her, the man who had made her wet made her
even wetter by grabbing her around the waist, burying his face in her neck and
breathing deep.
    “You
lucky little dice whore,” he whispered, kissing her neck, the words sounding
completely different out of his mouth than they had coming out of Kimber’s.
    “Your
winnings, sir.” The dealer nodded toward the equal stack of five-thousand
dollar chips he’d put on the table next to the first. Jodie felt faint
realizing they represented ninety-thousand dollars, all put together.
    “Parlay.”
Dorian didn’t take his nose out of Jodie’s neck, where he was making her cotton
panties so wet it was shameful. “We’re still going.”
    “I’m
sorry sir.” The dealer shook his bald head, pushing the chips off the pass line
toward him. “There’s a fifty-thousand max on the pass line.”
    “You
won’t let it ride?” Dorian’s head came up and Jodie shivered at the tone of his
voice. He didn’t sound happy at that—not at all.
    “Let
me make a call.” The dealer reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell
phone. They watched him make the call as the stickman called for people to
place their bets. She couldn’t believe it was still her—she was still
rolling. How long had it been?
    “Sir,
this