Free Las Vegas Honeymoon by Francis Drake Page A

little Mary Franks was such an exhibitionist?”
    Her face reddened and he immediately regretted his words. He took her in his arms. “He knew. He was watching,” he whispered into her hair. “I love fucking you in public.”
    “I love…you know, anywhere,” she said into his shirt, and he just knew she was blushing even more.
    What a woman. His woman. It felt right.
     
    * * * *
     
    It took no time for them to shed their clothes. Starting at the door with hot, wet kisses, they left a trail to the bedroom. The only thing Dan made sure to keep with him was his wallet that held the condoms. Plural. He didn’t plan to stop after once. He didn’t think he could.
    “This isn’t because of what he did, is it?” He had to ask after her utterance of the previous night. “I don’t want him in bed with us.”
    “Him, who?” she said with the hint of a smile in her voice. “I want you so much it hurts.”
    He sheathed himself and settled between her legs.
    “ Ohhhh , yes,” she whispered. “Just what I want.”
    “Me, too.” He could barely speak. She felt so good, and he hadn’t even gotten inside. Heat wafted off her along with her unique musk. No perfume could be more intoxicating. “Remember what you said you wanted me to do?”
    “No.”
    Raising up on his forearm, he used his cock to furrow between her pussy lips. Her eyes widened and she dug her nails into his shoulders. She’d just climaxed in the taxi, and was already wet again. He stroked up and down, sliding across her clit with each pass.
    “Sure you do. You said you wanted me to talk dirty. And you want me to—”
    “Fuck me hard.”
    “That’s right, baby, and I’m going to, right now.” Positioning the crown of his cock at her pussy, he pushed all the way to the hilt. He gasped in sheer pleasure, keeping still while Mary adjusted to him, and while he got his mind around being deep into her moisture and incredible heat.
    Her breathing was fast and ragged. He looked down, wanting to see her eyes and know that this was what she wanted, but her lids were closed.
    “Are you okay?” He couldn’t help moving a little. Stars danced behind his eyelids, she felt so good and tight around his cock. If she said to stop or even “no,” he didn’t know if he’d be able to.
    “Dan,” she whispered. “Oh, Dan.” Then her knees came up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
    He thrust forward just as her hips rose. The perfect storm brewed in his body, starting right where his cock met her pussy. He determined to give her every bit of pleasure he could manage, and everything she wanted.
    “Your pussy is so tight, it’s like a fist on my dick.”
    Her eyes flew open, and for a moment she looked confused. He pulled out and thrust hard. Her lids drifted to half-mast. She pushed off the mattress to give as good as she got. She licked her lips, inflaming him even more.
    “My cock is as hard as iron. I’m going to nail you to the bed.”
    “Yes, yes.”
    Her breasts took on a rosy tint, and the color spread upwards. A light sheen of perspiration coated her upper lip. He lowered his body to meet her breasts with his chest. Skin to skin, breath to breath, they took each other closer to oblivion. His balls drew up. Any second he’d lose it, but he had to hold on, had to bring Mary off.
    “Your breasts are hard and tight. I want to suck them. I want to suck your tits while you scream my name.”
    “Suck and fuck.” She gave a tight, strained smile, then her eyes scrunched closed and her mouth formed a perfect “O.” Her back arched. Dan bent to take a nipple, lightly biting, licking, suckling.
    “Dan! Oh, God, Dan.”
    Her pussy spasmed , clamping, releasing, tightening, milking. He shot off like New Years Eve fireworks, with her breast filling his mouth and her lips moaning his name.
    He’d never known sex could be so good.
     
    * * * *
     
    When Mary’s reason returned, Dan was climbing back in bed and wrapping her in his arms.
    “Now I