by Molly McLain
“Yes,” she breathed out, as my fingers slipped between her wet folds.
My teeth grazed her nipple as I slid two fingers deep inside her soaking cunt.
“Mmm,” I hummed.
I swirled them around before hooking them and finding her spot. She began to writhe beneath me, moaning and groaning, as I rubbed the tips of my fingers on the soft area.
“Chase,” she warned, on a whimper.
Her pussy tightened around my fingers and I knew my girl was really fucking close to coming.
I moved my mouth to her parted one and kissed her chin before asking, “Gonna come for me, baby?”
“Yes.” she breathed, hazy eyes on me, “God yes.”
Extracting my fingers, I pinched her clit causing her to yelp, then slipped my fingers back to where they were and began to rub her sweet spot hard. And…that was all it took before she was screaming my name—fuck, I loved hearing that—and a flood of juices poured out of her pussy. Rapidly I rose off her, stood at the edge of the bed, and pulled her pants and panties down her legs, tossing them to the side.
“Shirt and bra, sweetheart,” I told her firmly.
And as she made quick work to remove both, I undressed. Hooking her behind the knees, I tugged her body to the edge of the bed. I leaned down and ran my tongue over her sweet pussy.
“Oh god, Chase,” she gasped.
Then I was up and centering my cock to sink into its home. The taste of her essence in my mouth was something I craved like a fucking animal, and with it lingering on my tongue, I drove into her.
“Yes,” she cried out.
Keeping my thrusts hard and deep, I stared into my girls soft brown eyes. Eyes I’d never fucking tire of looking into. It hit me fucking hard. Although, I knew it was going to happen today; my plan wasn’t for it to be now. But I couldn’t hold back, she was it, she was my everything and I needed her to know I wanted it to be forever.
“Gonna marry me, baby?” I groaned on a heavy breath keeping up my deep, plunging momentum.
Her hands gripped the sheets and her eyes came to me, where she whispered on a breath, “What?”
I removed my hands from the back of her knees, leaned down over her, putting my weight on my hands. Hovering over her, her hands came to my waist and I slowed my hips. Leisurely, I rocked in and out of her, watching the wet form behind her eyes.
“Marry me, baby?”
Her mouth fell open but nothing came out.
Fuck!
Moving my head down, I kissed her rosy cheek before moving to her ear.
“Please marry me, No? Can’t live without you, baby.”
Her arms and legs wrapped around me tightly when she answered on a broken cry, “Yes. My god! Yes, Chase!”
I peeked up from looking at the menu in my hands to see the two-carat princess cut diamond, held up by a band of small diamonds sparkling on my girl’s…no, my fiancé’s hand.
I smiled.
“I can’t stop looking at it either,” she said, with her eyes still focused on the menu in her hands.
I chuckled.
“Don’t think I don’t see you catching a glance at it, Mr. Black,” she informed me, still looking down.
Bringing my eyes back to my menu. “Wasn’t trying to hide it soon-to-be, Mrs. Black.”
Naomi put her leather binder down and took a deep breath. “I don’t wanna cry again, Chase.”
I looked to my fiancé and grinned.
“Figure out what you want, sweetheart,” I said, jerking my head toward her menu.
“You sure Henry is okay?” Naomi asked for the sixth fucking time since I ended my call with Lane about an hour ago.
I looked up from the menu and to my beautiful girl. “Yeah, baby, for the sixth time, he’s doing fine. Didn’t Madison tell you that just this morning?”
“Chase,” she bit out, “he’s my baby and I am worried about him.”
“He’s a dog and he’s fine, No,” I told her, again.
“Whatever.” She huffed, “Have you decided yet?”
Looking from the selection of food to her, I winked. “Actually, I was trying to decide whether to fuck my fiancé hard or make love to her slowly when we get back to the room.”
“Honey,” she breathed, and I watched her squirm in her seat, “we can’t spend this whole little trip having sex.”
“The fuck we can’t.” I jerked my head toward the menu. “You decide yet?”
“I think I’m gonna get the nachos.”
“No, I’m not sure that’s a good idea, sweetheart,” I told her as I laid my menu down on the table.
She did the same and raised her brows. “Why?”
I leaned into the table. “Babe, remember that Mexican place I took you to a few months ago and you spent the rest of the night in the fucking shitter…”
“Chase!” she grated out, and looked around the restaurant.
“Hey, just saying, you had nachos that night...”
“For the love of god, Chase,” she started, inclined in and continued, “women do not wanna be reminded of that kind of stuff.”
“Why?” I raised my hand, calling to the waiter looking our way. “If you stayed off the fucking toilet for more than five minutes, I still would’ve fucked you.”
She put her forehead in her hand and whispered, “Only my man.”
I chuckled.
“Chase,” Naomi tapped me on the shoulder and squeezed my hand.
Looking down at her, I raised my brows in question.
“I’m not sure I want to do this,” she said lowly, while looking up at the humongous Ferris wheel.
I raised our connecting hands and kissed the back of hers. “I got you, baby.”
“No,” she said firmly, and looked to me with fear in her eyes, “it’s too high. Chase, I can’t.”
“Babe,” I started, smiled at her and went on, “you were fine with the flight. Even okay with standing a thousand feet up behind a glass window, looking down at the strip…”
“Let’s do something else,” she said, a little bubbly and added with more enthusiasm, “I’ll even go to a strip club with you.”
That got my attention. Not that I needed to watch other women dance around a pole for excitement. Especially, when I had the girl of my dreams in my bed every night. But when in Vegas, take your woman to a fucking strip show.
“You said it,” I called to her, as we turned out of the line and started walking toward the street.
“Wait!” she yelled, tugging on my hand.
I didn’t stop.
“Are we really…”
“Yep,” I threw over my shoulder, cutting her off.
I’d been to Vegas plenty of times and after so many strip clubs, it loses its appeal. But when you’re with someone, especially your woman, who’d never been, it’s a whole new experience.
I helped her into the cab first and once I was seated, I told the driver where to take us.
“Good choice,” he agreed, and smiled sheepishly.
“Wait, where are we going?” Naomi asked, looking from the driver to me.
I smiled at her.
“Oh god,” she muttered, putting her head in her hands and continued, “I should’ve just rode the High Roller.”
NAOMI
* * *
I’m not sure what I was expecting when I walked in. Okay, that’s a lie. I’d pictured naked girls grinding on poles while men tucked money into any orifice they could. But this place was nice. Yes, there were girls walking around topless and very little covering their girly parts but it wasn’t the seedy place I was envisioning.
I was on my second, third if you count the glass of red wine with dinner, drink of the night and feeling pretty good. Sitting on the edge of the couch, I kept my eyes wandering the room doing my best to take it all in. Chase was sitting back, relaxed, bottle of beer dangling between his fingers but his eyes were on me, not the half-naked gorgeous girls roaming the room.
“Why are you staring at me?”
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sp; “Just watching my girl,” he expressed, before taking a pull from his beer.
“Hmm,” I shrugged my shoulders and went back to exploring the room. Just then a beautiful blonde came strutting our way.
She stopped in front of Chase and eyed him from head to toe. Any normal woman’s first reaction would’ve been to stand and tell the bitch to stop ogling their man. That wasn’t mine. It had been in the past, but it happened so often that I felt it to be cruel not to let these women take in the stunning, beauty that was my ma…fiancé.
“Can I get you anything, Sir?” the flawless blonde girl asked Chase in a soft sultry voice.
His eyes came to me, where he kept them as he responded, “Got everything I need right here.”
My heart melted, again.
I say ‘again’, because Chase always had a comeback, somewhat like the one he just expressed, to any woman that approached him. But I knew my man wasn’t going anywhere. I had faith in us and the tight bond that we had. Not to mention, the endless deep love we’d had for each other.
I smiled at him, he winked at me, and the girl walked away.
Turning, I saw two girls giving the man a few feet away from us a lap dance. The way their bodies slithered around him was sexual. A warm flush cascaded down my body. I looked to the left of us, at another couple just steps away from where Chase and I sat, they also had their eyes focused on the erotic dance happening in front of us.
Before I could peel my eyes from the couple, the woman glanced over at me and ran her eyes down my body and gave me a small smile. I returned it because that was the nice thing to do. Then she whispered something in her partner’s ear and he too glanced over at me and smiled. Again, I returned his.
“Sweetheart,” Chase said in my ear.
“Yes,” I answered bringing my view back to the gorgeous girls now running their hands over each other’s bare breasts.
Oh!
“I know you’re just giving your sweet, baby, but you keep smiling at the couple next to us, they’re gonna think you wanna have a foursome.” He told me, lowly next to my ear.
I swiftly turned around and saw the slight smirk tipping his lips.
“What?” I asked with a little louder voice then I intended to.
Chase just nodded. I chanced a look over to the couple next to us and what I saw, I was so not expecting.
The woman was now sitting between the man’s spread legs, her own legs spread with her skirt lifted to her hips. His hand was in between her legs, clearly playing with her pussy. Her eyes were watching the women dance sensually around the guy in front of us, her chest rising and falling rapidly with her excitement.
Heat crept up my neck and into my face, and suddenly it felt warm in the huge establishment. Chase wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me back to him.
“You wanna leave, No, you say the word, baby.”
“Okay,” I answered a little breathy.
I’d never been to a strip or gentlemen’s club; I wasn’t expecting the way my body was reacting to my surroundings. And never had I watched two women fondle each other’s bodies in front of me. Yes, I’d watched plenty of porn with Chase. But to see it live, in front of you, was absolutely alluring. A tingling sensation ran through my body and landed between my legs and I inaudibly gasped.
Chase’s arm, that was holding the beer bottle, was draped over my shoulder. The bottom of the cold bottle landed on my nipple and I wanted so badly to arch my back into it. But I didn’t need to because my man knew…he always knew.
“Making me fucking hard just watching you baby,” he whispered roughly in my ear, and began to rub the bottle against my already stiff nipple.
I sucked in a breath at the electricity it triggered to run through my body. With my eyes watching the couple next to us, seeing her grinding against the man’s hand was turning me on, badly.
“Maybe we should go,” I said, as I moved my view back to the two girls and saw that one was behind the other. Her hands were cupping the girl’s breasts that was in front of her, pinching her nipples. The girl had her head thrown back, resting on the girl’s shoulder, breathing heavily as she grinded her ass into the woman’s crotch.
“You wanna go ‘cause you don’t like what you’re watching or ‘cause you’re getting turned on?” he questioned, softly in my ear.
“Yes,” I answered, reeling in the feeling of the cold bottle brushing along my clothed nipple.
“Babe, I asked you two questions. Need to know what my girl wants.”
I took a deep breath and brought my focus to the woman getting off next to us. “Should I be feeling this?”
He pressed the bottle into my breast and told me, “It’s fucking natural sweetheart, go with it ‘cause I’m so gonna fuck you hard when we leave here.”
Just then the woman beside us started moaning and with her head thrown back, I watched as the two girls that were giving the guy in front of us a show moved in front of her. The man she was with crooked his finger and when the one blonde girl bent to him, he whispered something in her ear and put his hand in hers when she held it out.
My arousal heightened when the two women began to unbutton the woman’s top, freeing her bare breasts. One latched onto one nipple with her mouth as the other drew small circles around the hardened peak and pressed her chest into the woman’s face. She didn’t falter as the woman moaned and took the dancers nipple into her own mouth.
Oh. My. God.
My pussy convulsed and I arched my back pushing my breast into Chase’s beer bottle.
“Fuck,” he growled in a low rough tone, then whispered in my ear, “you want that, baby? ‘Cause I’ll make it happen for you.” I gasped at the thought of those two women doing to me what they were doing to that woman, while Chase’s fingers worked me. “You know, my girl gets what she wants.”
I’m not going to lie, the thought floated through my mind for a few seconds. But as arousing as it was to watch, I wasn’t too sure I wanted them to fondle me like they were her.
“No,” I told him the truth.
My body was his and his only. Even if he was okay with letting two women play with me, I still didn’t want it. Then my stomach dropped at the thought that maybe he wanted it to happen.
“Do you?” I asked cautiously.
“Fuck no,” he answered firmly.
I smiled and turned my eyes to his and looked into the beautiful blue pools, then took his mouth with mine.
After we left the gentlemen’s club and Chase had fucked me hard and oh so good, leaving me panting after three glorious orgasms, the only thoughts that ran through my head during sex were that the man fucking me was going to be my husband. Not the erotic performance that I’d watched play out in front of me a few hours earlier.
“No,” Chase yelled from the other side of the bathroom door, “you ready?”
I stared at myself in the mirror and took in my dress one more time. It took me three weeks to find the perfect dress. I’d had many evening gowns that’d filled my closet when I was with Braydon, but when Chase and I had cleaned out my stuff, I threw them all away. You know how they say you’ll find exactly what you’re looking for when you least expect it? Well, that’s what’d happened with this dress. Madison and I were in the mall, sipping caramel hot chocolate when we stumbled upon a little boutique that’d just opened. I walked in, stopped short, and Madison followed my steps as she breathed, “That’s the dress.” She couldn’t have been any more correct.
It was a pale pink, sleeveless gown with tiny jeweled beading covering the sheer fabric top. The bodice was a fitted band of chiffon, as was the A-line skirt that flowed to the floor. What made the gown absolutely perfect was the tiny white and silver embroidered flowers adorning the flowy skirt. It was simple, yet classy and adorable, not to mention, very girly and all me. I left my hair down with subtle curls and had diamond tear drop earrings that Chase had given me for Christmas.
One more glance at myself in the mirror and I exited the bathroom.<
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I knew what Chase had packed to wear, but when I’d saw him dressed in the suit, my breath caught. The powder blue button down shirt underneath the midnight black suit jacket highlighted the color of his eyes. He’d refused to wear a tie and I didn’t push the issue, so the few buttons he had undone at the top of his shirt had me wanting to run my tongue along his bare neck. His pants fit him perfectly and he wore the same black loafers with a simple silver buckle along the top of the shoe that he’d wore the night he poured his heart out to me.
A night I’ll never forget.
“Jesus,” he muttered, with his eyes roaming over me. When they landed on mine, he whispered, “So fucking gorgeous and she’s gonna be my wife soon.”
I did a little twirl on my silver, sparkly heels and asked, “You like?”
“I love,” he uttered, and started toward me.
Wrapping an arm around my waist, he took my mouth in a heated kiss. Caressing my tongue with his, taking control of the kiss, after he growled, by lacing his fingers into my hair, putting pressure on my scalp.
When he pulled his mouth from mine, he smacked my ass and informed me, “We need to go now or we aren’t gonna fucking make it there.”
CHASE
* * *
The fight had been fucking awesome. Hearing the pounding of flesh and watching The Ripper destroy his opponent was something I’d keep in my memory bank forever. But when I saw my girl exit the bathroom earlier, looking fucking phenomenal, all thoughts of the gala were washed away. If it’d been up to me, we’d stay in the room all night slowly exploring each other’s bodies until the sun came up. But, Naomi had been excited to go to the gala, so off we went.
I hope they have good fucking food.
“Oh,” Naomi cooed from our spot at the bar, “I like her dress.”
I nodded and honestly hadn’t known who the fuck she was talking about. She’d said that probably four million fucking times since we entered the ballroom. She’d bounced in her seat after we ate an amazing lamb dinner, when Savannah Jordon took the stage and began to talk about VETSports. When she’d went on about the famous actress with excitement, I wasn’t listening.
