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by Amanda Heartley


  “We still have a few hundred miles to go, Peach, but almost.” The trip had been incredible for him as well. Nick adored her feistiness, her happy-go-lucky demeanor. She was fun, exciting, young and beautiful. And her backside, well… her bodacious backside could speak for itself.

  “Hey what’s that up there?” pointing to the bright city lights up ahead. “What are all those lights? Where are we?”

  “Vegas, Peach. Have you ever been to Las Vegas?”

  “No,” she sat up in her seat to get a better look. “Are we going to Vegas?” Excitedly, she bounced up and down, “Are we? Oh my gosh! Las Vegas? Can you take this big ole truck through there?”

  He laughed, “Yes, we are going to Vegas and no, we’re not going in the truck, Princesa, I am going to park it and someone will come pick us up.”

  “Whoa! Really? Shit! I look like crap, I’m dirty and nasty. I’m not gonna be prancing around town like this!” Marti was commando, no clean bra and panties left in her bag and she wasn’t about to walk around Sin City in grimy sexed up clothes.

  “No worries, I have it all taken care of.” He chuckled to himself. Money could do that... take care of everything.

  “You what? What do you mean all taken care of?”

  “It’s a surprise, Peach, just trust me. Have I led you astray, yet?” his eyes twinkled at her.

  “No smart ass, you’ve never led me astray, well...maybe…once….or twice…” she giggled, reaching over to touch his arm. He shivered, glancing at her with a cheeky smile on his face. She looked up at him, he is so fucking hot! Her face was stuck in a perma- smile. This trip was getting way more exciting by the second. She turned to watch the city lights up ahead, taking everything in as they came closer and closer.

  He pulled into the parking lot of a truck stop right outside of town, threw his shirt on and stepped down out of the truck. He glanced at Marti, “Hold on a sec, Princesa, I’ll be right back. Gimme a few,” as he pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed.

  The attendant came over to the truck, “Hello Mr. Vargas, what can I do for you?”

  He gestured to the big rig. “Take care of this truck, will ya?”

  “Sure thing, Sir!” he hurried off to get some help.

  After a few exciting minutes, a long black limo pulled into the parking lot and surprisingly stopped right next to the truck. A tall, handsome man wearing a chauffeur’s uniform stepped out of the car and opened the side door. He stood right by the door, looking straight ahead, just like they did in the movies.

  Nick jumped up on the step and opened her door. Grabbing her hand and helping her out. ”Come on, Peach, let’s go.”

  Marti’s eyes got huge. She inhaled sharply, trying to catch her breath. “We’re going in that?”

  “Yep! You didn’t think we were gonna ride this truck through town, did you? Come on!” His smile was so dreamy; his eyes sparkling golden brown specks as she got out of the truck and into the limo. Mr. Handsome Chauffeur closed the door behind them, got in and drove away.

  Marti was in awe. “Holy shit, Nick, this car is amazing!”

  “Glad you like it, my sister designed it for me.’

  “It’s yours? This freakin’ limo-of-a-lifetime is yours?” She squealed. The inside of the limo was incredible, steel grey leather seats, plush dark charcoal carpet, blue and white lighting along the ceiling. A Bose sound system, and a fully stocked bar with any drink you could think of.

  “Yes, Peach, it’s mine.” He laughed, pleasantly surprised at her reaction. “Sometimes I have business to do here in Vegas and the car is ready and waiting for me whenever I need it.” He reached over to grab her.

  “Hold on, what’s this?” she asked, playing with some knobs on the ceiling.

  “Those are lights, here, look.” as he turned on the ceiling lights and turned off the side lights.

  “Ooh, that’s cool, kind of romantic, huh, big boy.” she giggled. Sliding her hand across her hip and down her thigh, Jessica Rabbit style.

  Nick sat down on the plush leather seat. “Come here, my little peach.”

  “No, I’m nasty! I really need to shower.”

  “So do I, so let’s be nasty together,” he laughed, pouring her a glass of champagne.

  As they drove down The Strip, Marti chugged her champagne jumping from one side of the limo to the other, amazed at all the lights and tall buildings. Palm trees lined the streets, it was a cool evening for the desert, but heaven compared to Georgia heat. “You know, I’ve only seen Las Vegas in movies and pictures. I didn’t know it would be so amazing! What are we gonna do first?”

  “It’s a surprise.” His eyes twinkled as he casually watched her, taking in her excitement. He could do this all day. She was a breath of fresh air, and the fact that she didn’t care what other people thought of her was so invigorating. Being a part of a family of his stature tended to stifle the novelty and thrill of daily life. Being with Marti brought it all back again.

  They pulled up to the front of the biggest hotel Marti had ever seen, her eyes wide with wonder. “Oh my gosh, is this where we are staying? Holy moley! Nick, damn!!”

  The outside of the casino was covered with glass rectangles at least three stories high, reflecting the bright lights of the city. Windows and glass covered the whole building and the street was full of people from all over the world. Marti’s mouth dropped, overwhelmed at all the wonder of it all.

  The limo door opened, “Hello, Mr. Vargas, how are you this evening, Sir? Your suite is ready; I’ll have your bags brought up immediately.”

  Turning to Marti, a smile spread across his face. She was so down-to-earth. He forgot what it felt like to be this amazed at something or someone. The responsibilities of Vargas International had consumed the last twenty years of his life. He gazed at her a moment, watching her take in the city. “Come on, Princesa, they’re kicking us out,” he joked as he took her hand and helped her out of the car.

  She walked as if she were walking the red carpet. Tank top, cutoffs and flip flops. Commando, sticky and stinky and he made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. She slipped her hand through the crook of his arm as they walked through the casino. He was hers for the night and she was going to make their last night together incredible.

  Chapter 10

  After they got settled in their room, she jumped in the shower, glad to get the grime of the day off her.

  The penthouse suite was amazing. The view facing the city was wall-to-wall window. The enormous bed was covered in white satin sheets with a plum colored comforter. The whole room was done in black, white and plum. And the bathroom, was bigger than her whole apartment back in Mountain View. The bathtub was deep with water jets coming out of everywhere. Hah! That should be fun!

  She wrapped the big fluffy robe around her and walked over to the window, looking down at the Las Vegas Strip. This guy has some serious money. What does he want with me? I’m just a small town country girl from Georgia. Does he think I’m a hooker? He better not.

  “Nick?”

  “Yes, Preciosa?” walking over to her.

  “Do you think people can see us up here?” She turned to look at him.

  “No, we are up too high. Unless they have a telescope or binoculars and we are on the balcony. Even then it would be hard to actually see us. Why do you ask?”.

  She waved her hand at the window, “So they can’t really see us up here?”

  He reached over to the sliding door and taking her hand, stepped onto the balcony. They could see all of Las Vegas from here.

  “Gosh, this is beautiful” she said, with butterflies in her stomach. “Kind of scary.”

  He turned to embrace her, sliding his hand around her waist. He felt her tremble. “Scary? Are you afraid of heights, mi amor?”

  “Well, I didn’t think so until now, but my legs are getting wobbly, let’s go back in.” Moving back into the safety of the room, she gestured toward the balcony. “Well, that sucks!”

  He l
et out a laugh. “What sucks? You don’t like the room?”

  “Oh, no, I love the room. I just wanted to know how awesome it would feel to fuck you on the balcony and I can’t even go out there!” she sighed.

  He reached over to touch her cheek, she pushed him away.

  “What? What’s wrong?”

  She inhaled deeply and let it out. Inhaling again.

  “What? You want to ask me something?”

  “Well...”

  “Come on, spit it out.”

  She inhaled sharply and started. “Apparently you have some serious wealth, more than I ever thought and that’s fine. It’s your life, your world, your money. But...” she paused, trying to think of a way to say this without sounding too psycho. “Why do you want to hang out with a po-dunk, half-broke country girl like me? I mean, you can have any woman you want. What do you see in me?”

  Taking her hand, he walked over to the bed. “Sit down, Peach.” He looked over at her; reaching his hand to cup her cheek, his thumb gently tracing her cheekbone. Looking into her big green eyes, his heart racing with the feel of her soft skin under his fingertips, he started. “It’s a long story, but first of all, I don’t see a country girl from…what did you call…uh…‘po-dunk’. I see a beautiful, classy, red-headed, amazing woman...” He pulled her closer, kissing her neck, nipping gently at her sweet spot, whispering, “...who has a hunger” Kiss. ”...for life.” Nip. “A desire” Lick. “...for something better.” Kiss.

  Pulling the towel from her hair and opening her robe, he slid his fingers over her perfectly round tits. His hands eagerly danced across her chest. As he lay her back on the bed, his hand cupped her flesh and he leaned his head into her, licking circles around her nipple. He nibbled and sucked, pulling her nipple into his hot mouth. She moaned against him. His other hand slid down her belly, teasing her flesh as he slid his hand between her legs, his fore finger slid between her soft folds. Marti moaned out loud, her body quivering “Oh, God, Nick…”

  “Ahh, Princesa, you are this old man’s dream.” His tongue moved in small circles down her tummy to her belly button. She jumped, moving her hand quickly to cover her navel.

  “Hey! Not the belly button! I’m too ticklish!” His tongue kept moving and sucking, his long fingers stroking her furry, wet kitten, teasing her hidden pearl, rubbing it between two fingers, quickly and then slowly, and flicking it gently with his fingertip. Moaning at the velvety softness of her sex, he pulled his fingers out from between her thighs and raised them to his mouth, tasting her, his eyes met hers as he licked his fingers one by one.

  She looked down at him, smiling and moaned “You’re so fucking hot, Nick, come up here and fuck me...” rocking her curvy hips into his face as he leaned over and slurped up her moist clit, grabbing her hips, holding her down tightly and sucking the sensitive bud. Her body jerked as he sucked on her hot little clit, swirled his tongue and then dipped inside her pussy. The tight grip he had on her thighs, keeping her legs open and her body still only magnified the delicious sensation, making her feel every bit of his tongue lapping at her sex, sucking her pussy as she cried out and begged. “Fuck! Nick! Fuck!”

  Her ass tightened and she grabbed the sheets as he held her tight, licking and rolling his tongue across her pussy through the waves of her orgasm, holding her as her body thrashed and then pulsed into little electric shocks.

  Her nerves were on fire, her heart beating out of her chest. Her mind went blank as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through her body. He slowed, gently licking her, kissing her, moving his tongue along the soft flesh of her belly, up across her breasts, stopping momentarily to circle her nipple, then up to her neck, leaving tiny trails of kisses as her breathing steadied, tenderly slowing her down as her blackness faded to light.

  She moaned. “...oh my God, that was amazing…”

  He raised himself up, and quickly turned her over, grabbing her ass and easing his rock hard cock into her wet pussy from behind. He plunged himself deep inside her. She bit her lip, stifling a moan, as his cock stretched her insides, filling her completely. His heavy balls smacked her clit as he held her hips, pumping in and out in a rocking motion; she could barely catch her breath as he withdrew, only to plunge it deeper inside.

  She whimpered as he smacked her butt cheek, thrusting his length inside her. He smacked her ass again, Marti moaned and fisted the sheets, grabbing for anything as his cock grew inside her.

  He tightened his grip on her hips, and with one deep thrust, his cock exploded deep inside her, pulsating with each burst of his hot cum. “Fuck! Diosito! Marti! Fuck!” His body jerked, pounding into her from behind. He leaned over her back, reaching around her waist to hold her tight as he came deep inside her. They stayed like that for a few moments, enjoying the closeness, Feeling their nakedness against each other. Panting, wanting, and

  Easing out of her, he kissed her tender, red butt cheek, gently licking the sting away, caressing her back, his tender kisses moving slowly and soothingly as they lay down next to each other. “Damn! Marti, you make me loco. What am I going to do with you?”

  “Apparently anything you want.” She laughed, her fingers tracing his outline of his lips. “You are so freakin’ sexy” she breathed, reaching over to kiss him. Her tongue slid first across his bottom lip, then up around the top.

  “You want to go see the city? It’s still early. Let’s go grab a bite and pull some slot machines or something. What do you think? You’ve never been here, right?”

  “Nope, never. I really don’t have any clothes; I kinda dropped the ball on that one. I never imagined I would be in Las Vegas in the penthouse suite with Mr. Perfect Dick when I left Georgia.”

  He looked at her, his eyes smiling; a sly grin crept across his face. “Oh, I’m no Mr. Perfect, but I do have another surprise for you, Princesa, come here.” He grabbed her hand and led her across the room.

  He opened the double doors to the huge walk in closet and flipped on the light. Inside was filled with dresses, tops, pants, lingerie, shoes, everything she would need to dress for a night on the town…or a month on the town. Tears welled up in her eyes. She glanced at Nick, “Go ahead, Princesa, they’re all yours.”

  “Oh my God, Nick, all this for me? Where did this come from? How did you know? How did you know my size?” She looked up at him, his face was beaming.

  “I take it you like them?”

  “Yes! I love it, all of it!! Now tell me, how did you know? How did all these clothes get here?” She took a long off-white gown from the rack. “This is beautiful!!”

  “I’m happy you like it. Now pick something out, Preciosa, we’re going out on the town.” He reached over and caressed her butt, smiling, glad she liked the clothes and glad he was able to pull this one off.

  “What should I wear, I mean, where are we going? Formal, casual, sexy? Where are we going?”

  “Whatever you want, casual is fine, or sexy….or romantic. Whatever you want my precious peach. Tonight is your night.” He winked as he walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower. He was hot, sticky and definitely needed to bathe.

  Marti scrunched her hair on top of her head and sneaked into the shower behind him. “Sorry babe, I just gotta get the smell of sex off me. Don’t mean to interrupt!” she quickly washed, rinsed and jumped out of the shower, not wanting to get him started again or she would never get to see Las Vegas.

  Fixing her wet hair up into a loose bun, she slapped on some makeup, grateful that her skin was so fresh; she didn’t need very much. A little blush, mascara and lip gloss. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she was pleased. She blew herself a kiss and smiled.

  Walking into the closet she shuffled through the dresses. There were at least thirty to choose from, in all styles and colors. Formal, casual, long, short, tight, loose, green, teal, yellow. Oh what to wear? God, you are so good to me. How did he do this?

  She chose an emerald green, tight, cotton, halter dress. It was fall in Las Vegas and the nigh
ts were chilly, so she grabbed a matching cardigan. Hmm...wonder if this will fit over these big boobs? Boobs? Oh crap, I need some under things, no commando tonight! She giggled.

  Picking up a lime green lace demi-cup bra and matching panties, she was grateful they were her size. Slipping the lace panties on, she realized her pussy was aching. Aching for a man she barely knew. Or aching because he had the most delicious dick she had ever seen and her body hungered for it, slamming her hips against him like a wild animal every time they had sex. She sighed. Fuck! I have to stop thinking about SEX!!

  Her tender clit tingled at the thought of his hard, naked body. This has got to stop! Or at least let me have a life outside his bed!

  Slipping on the bra, she felt the soft satin and lace against her skin. The cups fit her perfectly, bringing her heavy breasts out front, where they belong. Her nipples barely peeked out over the wispy lace. She felt sexy. Clean, vibrant and sexy.

  She slid into the dress and turned to look into the 3-way mirror, checking out her backside, she giggled. The dress made her ass look fucking amazing. Her breasts filled up the halter cups and her nipples peeked through, just a touch. They were stuck on perma-hard from all the pinching and pulling, but she wasn’t complaining. For the first time in a long time, he felt sexy, feminine and hot. And she was ready for the most amazing night of her life.

  Chapter 11

  Annie woke up wondering where she was. Her head hurt. Her mouth felt like sandpaper. Eww. Dang! No more wine for me! Looking around she realized she was at the ranch.

  “Honey? Are you here? Hello?” she called out to Tommy. “Honeeey!”

  She slid out of bed, her head pounding and walked into the bathroom, she looked like a hot mess. A smile slid across her face. There were two dozen red roses with a note attached. She grabbed the note:

  Roses are red

  Violets are Blue

  I’m in the kitchen naked…

  Cooking breakfast for you!!

  She laughed to herself. He is so freekin’ romantic. Goofy, but romantic. She quickly brushed her teeth and ran down stairs where she saw him standing in the middle of the kitchen, cooking breakfast, in an apron. Just an apron. Her apron.

 

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