“So fucking good...” He released his grip on my head and fell back against the bed when the last drop was spent. I slid his cock along my tongue and sucked the last few drops out of the tip before finally separating my lips from his shaft.
“Did I give you a good video?” His cell phone was still recording, but his hand was against the bed and it was barely focused on me.
“I’m going to watch that every night.” He nodded and pushed the button the stop the recording.
“At least wait until I’m gone—I don’t mind giving you a live repeat performance before then.” I climbed onto the bed and started kissing his abdominal muscles.
“I plan on having something a whole lot sweeter than your mouth for my repeat performance.” He reached for me, grabbing my thigh with a firm grasp, turning me so that my ass was facing him, and plunging a finger into my wetness.
“Oh god...” My hands squeezed the blanket as I felt the sore flesh inside my pussy being stretched.
“I can’t wait to feel this tight little pussy on my cock again.” He pushed until his entire finger was inside of me and started to slowly thrust.
“That feels good.” I bit down on my lip and moaned.
“Sucking my cock got you nice and wet for me.” He let out a satisfied growl and started thrusting into me harder with his finger.
“That was part of it...” I bit harder on my lip and another moan filled my throat.
“Oh?” He brought his hand down sharply on my ass. “The spanking did the rest?”
“Yeah.” I arched my back and started grinding until I was moving in unison with the quick thrusts from his finger.
He pulled me closer, sliding one of my legs across his abdomen so that my legs were stretched out across him. With the better angle, he continued thrusting his middle finger inside my pussy, going deeper than before, and slapping my ass with his other hand. The combination of the two sensations drove me mad, mixing the pleasure and pain together. He kept the pace steady and I saw his cock start to engorge with lust as I rode his finger and shifted my ass to accept every smack that he brought down on it. I took his cock in my hand, stroking it until it was once again hard as a rock, wanting it inside of me more than I had wanted anything before. He shifted on the bed until he was against the pillows and I straddled him with my ass still facing the fury of his hand.
He quickly tore open a condom and slid it down his shaft before I got into position. I started to slide down his cock, feeling it stretch my pussy quicker than it did the night before. All I could think about was riding it while he spanked me. I bounced on him until I got a good rhythm going and then bent over as far as I could to beg for him to keep smacking my ass. He obliged without hesitation, bringing his hand down on my ass while his cock teased my g-spot. The ecstasy trapped me in bliss. I moaned almost nonstop as I bounced on the bed and forced his cock deep inside my pussy each time I descended on it.
“You were a dirty girl in a virgin’s body.” He slapped my ass again.
“It just feels really good!” My mouth opened and I gasped when I felt my g-spot being stimulated again.
I rode him as hard as I could, doing everything in my power to chase the orgasm that was building up inside of me. His cock roared back to life and started throbbing once I had a good rhythm and started pleasuring every inch of his length. There was something primal about his desires that mixed with a lust inside me I had never known could exist before that moment. Our bodies collided together, accentuated with the stinging slap that made my body vibrate with even more pleasure.
It didn’t take long for me to feel the surge of pleasure reaching the point of no return. His cock pulsated and I knew he was close to a second release as well. I felt my gasps getting caught in my esophagus and then every muscle tightened through my body. I hesitated for a moment, pausing on his cock as the sensations took over. The orgasm started to release and I moved again, bouncing with even more fury. My pussy spasmed on his cock and then he let out a roar that rivaled the one I heard when I felt him explode in my mouth. Cum surged through his shaft and filled the condom. The spasms inside my pussy felt like I was milking him as I continued to ride his dick until my orgasm was finally over. I sank down on his pelvis for a moment, waiting for the shuddering in my body to fade so I could get the energy to move.
“I should have gotten that on video.” He exhaled sharply. “That was phenomenal.”
“I never realized it could feel that good. Don’t get me wrong—last night was great, but that was incredible.” I slowly moved off of him and dropped down on the bed next to him.
“Like I said, you were a dirty girl in a virgin’s body.” He chuckled and put his arm around me.
There were so many things I wanted to say—so many emotions spinning inside of me while my body rested in the afterglow of our pleasure. I really liked Vincent. He made me feel different than I had ever felt with anyone else, and it wasn’t just the sex. He chased his desires in a way that were almost primal and I loved just being a part of it. There was nothing about it that made sense and I knew Fiona wouldn’t understand, even if I could work up the courage to tell her. Las Vegas would forever be the spot where I became a woman. I spent twenty years not really understanding my place in the world while I lived a sheltered life, but the world was starting to unfold in front of me. My past felt like an old television show in black and white while the lights of Sin City reflected vibrant color I had never known. I wasn’t sure I could return to the mundane life I knew. The plane would take me back to Georgia, but I wouldn’t be the same person I was when I left. I needed something new—something that I had in that moment with Vincent’s arms wrapped around me.
How can I ever give this up?
Chapter 10: Vincent
E verything seemed right in the world with Peoria in my arms. The struggle of everyday life didn’t matter when I was with her. I had spent two days in paradise, yet I knew the hourglass only had so much sand. There was a part of me that wanted to talk to her about what I was feeling, but I didn’t want her to think I was crazy. She would return to Georgia and look back on me as nothing more than a vacation fling—the first, but probably not the last. I woke something up inside of her and that fire was going to burn out of control. I wouldn’t be there to see it consume her, but at least I would know I lit the match.
We finally departed after a kiss and promise to see each other at least one more time before she left. Neither of us tried to pretend there was more than that in our future. That was okay. There was no reason to let make-believe take us somewhere we couldn’t go. We would find each other in our dreams for the rest of our lives, but there would be someone else in the bed next to us when we did. That was just the reality of what we had. Our paths crossed and they would split again—it didn’t have to be complicated.
“Where the fuck have you been?” I walked up the steps of my apartment building to find Floyd sitting at the top of the stairs.
“I’ve been busy. What’s the problem?” I raised my eyebrows and sat down beside him.
“The jewelry store, man.” He leaned over and spoke in a hushed tone. “We only have a couple of hours to make this happen.”
“I told you I wasn’t doing that shit.” I shook my head angrily. “Did you not understand what I said?”
“It’ll be easy. Look, I went by there earlier and took some pictures.” Floyd pulled out his cell phone and held it up. “They don’t have any extra security—look at this shit.”
“Wow.” My eyes opened wide when I saw the array of diamonds, gold, and fine jewelry adorning the display cases.
“This will be so fucking easy. They’re just asking to be robbed.” He flipped through a few more pictures.
“If it is so fucking easy, then why don’t you do it yourself?” As much as I tried to fight it, I couldn’t deny that it looked like an easy score based on the pictures he was showing me.
“I can’t keep all the employees and the customers under control myself. I need s
omeone to back me up. They probably have a silent alarm somewhere in there, so someone has to watch the people behind the counter while the other one makes sure none of the customers run out the door.” He shrugged. “Plus, I want to split this with my best friend. It’s more than enough for both of us to retire on.”
“Shit.” I tapped my forehead with my thumb knuckle. “It can’t be this easy.”
“It is. This is our ticket, man. We can live the rest of our lives like kings. Hell, we can even have matching crowns if we melt down some of this gold.” He grinned and nudged me. “You know you want to do this.”
I WONDERED IF THINGS were actually going to go right for once in my miserable life. I had met a beautiful woman and everything Floyd said made sense—that in and of itself was a miracle. I decide to check out the jewelry story myself before I agreed to anything. I parked on the opposite side of the street and watched it for almost an hour. Everything Floyd described was real. The old neighborhood had changed a lot. The shitty houses that adorned my block were replaced with upscale duplexes. The apartment building that had been rent-controlled to the point it was no longer profitable had been torn down and a tower of condominiums had been built where it stood. The jewelry store had a new sign, a fresh coat of paint, and every customer that walked through the door looked like they had more money than common sense.
I picked up my phone and tapped out a message to Floyd, telling him it was a go—I was going to help him rob the jewelry store. As crazy as it was, the opportunity was real and the risk seemed to be low. I parked my truck down the block where the gentrification hadn’t reached. It wouldn’t look out of place there. Floyd arrived about thirty minutes later and climbed into the cab of my truck after he parked his car.
“Okay, we can follow the road here on foot.” He held up a drawn map. “Once we make it up to where the Millers used to live, we can cut through to the main road, hit the store, and then follow the same route back to where we are.”
“I don’t like being that far out on foot, but we can’t park any closer. Our vehicles will stick out too much.” I nodded and stared at the map.
“I got two pillowcases. We’ll put as much as we can in each one and we’ll each head in opposite directions. If the cops do make it before we get away, they won’t be able to catch both of us.” He handed me a pillowcase that had a mask and a gun inside it.
“If I get pinched, you damn sure better have half of what you got away with waiting on me when I get out of prison.” I pulled out the mask and stuffed it into my pocket.
“You’ll be like sixty years old by then.” He chuckled. “The only thing you’ll find waiting on you is assisted living.”
“Thanks—that’s what I needed to hear.” I grumbled as I opened the door and stepped out of my truck.
“This will be easy.” He followed behind me as I started walking down the road.
“Yeah, you keep saying that.” I shook my head and sighed.
“E VERYBODY ON THE GROUND !” Floyd’s voice roared as he held out his gun when we entered the jewelry store.
“You! Back away from the counter!” I leveled my gun at one of the employees that took a step forward. “On the ground—now!”
“You really don’t want to do this.” A man in a suit held up both hands. “Do you know who owns this jewelry store?”
“I don’t give a shit!” Floyd pushed his way behind the counter and drilled the man in the side of the head with the bottom of his gun. “I said on the ground!”
Fuck—he didn’t have to do that.
Floyd was like an uncaged animal, but he was effective. Hitting the man caused everyone else to instantly obey and drop to the ground without challenging him. We started filling our pillowcases as fast as we could. Mine got heavy quick, even before I got to the cash register. There wasn’t much money in it—it seemed like most of the customers paid with their credit cards.
Floyd walked into the main part of the store and started gathering cell phones from the customers, smashing each one of them as they were surrendered. We heaved our bags over our shoulders and started running once we had everything we could carry. Every step felt like a mile and when I saw our vehicles ahead of us, it felt like I had ran a marathon. We didn’t look at each other, we just hopped behind the wheel and started driving in opposite directions. The silence was eerie. I expected sirens, flashing lights, and every cop in Las Vegas to come roaring into our neighborhood. Instead, I heard nothing. After taking the chosen route, I sent a message to Floyd who confirmed he was fine as well.
“I can’t believe this actually worked...” I lit a cigarette and started laughing as I headed back to our apartment building.
“W E’RE FUCKING RICH !” Floyd threw a handful of money in the air. “I told you this would work! I fucking told you!”
“I can’t believe we pulled it off.” I looked at the jewelry spread out on the table and then I heard a car door. “Wait, what was that?”
“Shit!” Floyd jumped up and ran into my bedroom to look out the window. “Oh, it’s just Mr. Smith. We’re still in the clear.”
“Okay, what the fuck do we do now?” I leaned back on the couch. “We can’t just keep this shit here.”
“No.” Floyd shook his head back and forth. “We need to split it up just in case. We’ll open a couple of safe deposit boxes at the bank using fake names and put some in a locker at the bus station in case we need to get out of town quick. It’ll be a while before we can move any of it. We’ll have to lay low until then.”
“Sounds like a plan.” I leaned forward and thumbed through the pile. “I’m going to keep a couple of pieces here though, just in case I can’t make it to the bus station and I need something to pawn.”
“Pick whatever you want, man.” He chuckled.
I chose a diamond ring, a tennis bracelet, and a necklace that was adorned with a mixture of diamonds and sapphires in a tilted heart. The ring and the bracelet would be my emergency getaway fund, but the necklace was going around the neck of Peoria. It would give her something to remember me by once she was gone. I had no idea what it was worth, but it looked like it would be something worthy of a woman as beautiful as she was. Floyd and I spent the remainder of the daylight hours stashing everything away, looking around every corner with our nerves on full alert. When I got back to my apartment, I felt a huge sense of relief. The plan had somehow worked and we were home free. Even if we got pinched, the cops wouldn’t find everything. I might be geriatric when I finally got out of prison, but I would live my life in luxury. I lay back on the couch and thought about Peoria. I wouldn’t have much more time with her, but at least I could cherish that if we managed to make it through the night without the cops kicking in our doors.
Chapter 11: Peoria
“T hat show was amazing last night. I can’t believe we got to see Elvis.” I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes.
“Fake Elvis, but he was definitely good. You’re going to see Celine with me tonight, right? You’re not going to abandon me for your vacation fling again are you?” Fiona walked out of the bathroom drying her hair with a towel.
“I’ll go to the show with you, but I do want to see him today if I can.” I flinched, not really upset that I said it, but fearing her reaction.
“I’m sure I can find some way to keep myself entertained.” Fiona rolled her eyes. “I’m starting to really enjoy day-drinking alone.”
“I hope you’re not mad.” I picked up a cup of water and took a sip. “I like spending with him.”
“Yes, you like sex—surprise—everyone does. I wish you could have gotten your cherry popped at home so you weren’t fawning over some Vegas bad boy who probably has crabs.” She sat down on the edge of the bed. “Does it itch down there yet?”
“He doesn’t have crabs!” I grabbed a pillow and chunked it at her before standing up.
“Wait a minute.” Fiona grabbed the back of my nightgown and lifted it as I walked by. “What the hell happened to your ass?”
“Oh my god, Peoria. You’re a freak.” Fiona exhaled with an audible ugh sound as I walked to the bathroom.
I SPENT THE MORNING hours with Fiona, seeing some sights that were only available on foot and checking out some of the other casinos. Vincent sent me a message and asked if we could get together that afternoon and I quickly replied that I wanted to see him. Fiona had a massage scheduled after lunch and that seemed like the perfect time. Technically, we both did, but I was fine with skipping it if I got to see Vincent. Fiona seemed to be warming up to my vacation fling, even if she still had a lot of hesitation about it. I wasn’t sure if fling was the right word, but it was the only one I had for it without getting too tangled up in the thoughts that I really had no control over. We ate lunch and headed back upstairs to the room. She got her things together and glared at me for a few seconds before finally leaving. I sent Vincent a text message to let him know he could come up and it wasn’t long before I heard a knock at the door.
“Hello gorgeous.” He flashed a smile as I opened the door.
“Couldn’t stay away, could you?” I pulled him into the room and kissed him immediately.
“Why would I? You’re leaving in a couple of days and then I’ll have blue balls for weeks.” He put his arms around me and started kissing my neck.
“At least you have a video when the nights get lonely.” I let out a gasp and smiled.
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