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I start to pan the crowd and lock eyes on her. My Amelia. My heart pounds wildly in my chest, and the beast lets out a possessive roar. The crowd disappears and it’s just her. A beam of light in a red dress. Even fully clothed she looks like sin. Those long lean legs that looked so damn good spread wide for me last night are crossed, keeping me from seeing that pretty pussy of hers. A growl rumbles from deep in my chest. The need for her burns deep in my bones; it only angers me that I can’t have her.
Her eyes pan my entire body. My dick twitches as I watch her warm tongue glide across her lips as her eyes fixate on the bulge in my shorts. She adjusts in her seat. Just my mere presence has her turned on. Our eyes meet again and a smile erupts across her face. I return her smile with a wink.
The announcer comes on the microphone and pulls my attention away from Amelia. I cross the ring, meeting Diego in the center.
“Good luck, old man,” he says with a cocky grin. I stay hard and focused. While Diego spent his week as the media string puppet, I spent mine studying his moves. He has a fast right but his left is slow as fuck. He comes out fast and hard in the first few rounds, wearing himself out quickly. If I can bide my time and let him tire himself out, I’ll have him on the ropes.
The bell rings and, out of the gate, Diego throws the first punch just as I knew he would. I duck out of the way and land a fist against his rib cage. I can feel Amelia’s eyes on me and it makes me feel even more powerful. I’m no longer fighting for myself or for the crowd. Tonight, I’m fighting for her. Romeotakes a few cheap swings, barely inflicting any pain. I retaliate with a clean shot that rocks him. Diego is still dazed, wobbling on his feet, so I take the opening and rain down the hits, sending him falling to the canvas out cold.
The Ref grabs my arm and lifts it high. The crowd is on its feet, going wild. The only face I focus on is Amelia’s, my lucky charm. She’s on her feet cheering, screaming my name. I get free from the crowd in the ring, jump over the ropes, and head straight for her. All I let her get out is a muffled hello before I crash my lips against hers. She deepens the kiss, tongue sweeping in my mouth. Her lips are warm, soft, and dangerous.
The possessive beast in me takes over. Grabbing her hand, I drag her through the crowded arena to the locker room. We burst through the door, crashing against the lockers. Our movements wild and hungered. Lips, teeth, limbs, a tangled mess of need ready to explode.
Amelia pins me to the lockers. Her tiny body overpowering me. Her hips grind against the hard ridge of my cock while her tongue traces along the tattoos on my chest. “You were amazing tonight. I knew you could do it,” she softly murmurs between licks.
“I couldn't have done it without you,” I groan. My hands grope at the firm globes of her ass.
“That was all you out there.” She teases her fingers along the V of my hips. “Watching you in the ring got me so wet,” she admits. Her hand dives into my shorts. A low hiss escapes my lips as the pads of her fingers dance across my length. I’m hard as fucking steel, my dick desperate to be buried in her tight sweet pussy. “You got me breaking all my rules.” Her fingers curl around my cock, stroking me as she talks, “One night with this cock and I'm completely hooked.” Her strokes become stronger and greedy, like she owns my cock, and she does. She's the first woman in a long time to get this reaction out of me.
“Show me how much you want my cock, Angel.” With quick hands, she relives me of my shorts. Goddamn, she's just as ravenous for me as I am for her. She grabs me by the shoulders and whirls me around, pushing me down on the bench. Her hands move to the hem of her dress, sliding the red fabric up over her hips, revealing her bare delicious pussy. Her thighs glisten with her sweet juices.
She kicks her heels off and straddles my waist. Running her fingers between her wet folds, she brings her hand up to my lips, pushing them into my mouth. Her taste on my tongue makes the beast inside me growl with need. My hands take purchase of her hips, slamming her down on my thick length, making us both cry out as she stretches around me.
My hands find her zipper, tearing it open with ease. I release her creamy perfect tits. They bounce in rhythm with her hips. Those pink nipples are hard as diamonds and begging for my mouth. She lets out a gasp as I suck one into my mouth and tweak the other between my fingertips.
“Mmmm, Deacon,” she moans, bouncing faster and harder on my lap. Her greedy pussy pulsing and pulling me deeper.
She works a hand between us, fingers working her clit. Her other arm wraps around my shoulders, nails digging into my flesh as she holds me tight against her. Her head drops back as she finds her release. I think the whole hotel knows my name now, her loud screams are echoing through the locker room.
The waves of her orgasm ripple against my cock. I hold her steady while my hips buck hard up into her until my own release sends shock waves through my system. We are so fucking perfect together.
Amelia softly kisses my sweat-laced shoulder up to my neck. “Hi,” she whispers, kissing along my jaw.
“Hi,” I reply, sliding my hands around the back of her thighs and rising from the bench, keeping firmly sheathed inside herwarmth. I walk us into the showers. Turning the knob, the warm water rains over us. Setting Amelia back on her feet, she removes the remains of her wet dress from around her waist. A smile tugs at my lips, looking at the trail of bite marks I left all along her body. There is still a perfect imprint of my hand on her hip. All those assholes at that mansion know she's mine.
“So, am I supposed to walk through the casino naked now?” she asks, looking down at the shredded red fabric.
“Sorry about that, I got a little carried away. I have some extra clothes you can use, and I’ll send Veronica, my nutritionist out to get you a new dress,” I reply.
“You don’t have to send her to get me a dress, that’s not her job. I will just wear what you have and grab something on the way back to your room. I knew I should have bought more than one dress when I got here.” Her last statement brings back the question of how and why she is here to the front of my mind.
“What are you doing here Amelia?” I ask, slinging my arm around her waist, needing her close.
“I just happened to be in the neighborhood and thought I would drop by and check out your fight,” she says coyly.
“You just happened to be in Las Vegas on the same night I'm here.” I give her a sideways glance. “Don't play coy with me Amelia. You told me, not ten minutes ago, that you were addicted to my cock.”
She looks up at me through her dark lashes, pulling her lips nervously between her teeth. She’s cute when she's nervous. “I came here because I wanted to see you and make sure you were okay,” she admits. Not gonna lie, that made my ego grow about ten feet tall. She came here for me.
“So, do you do that for all your clients?” I ask.
“Well, no.” Her voice fades.
“You let me fuck you all night without paying. You flew all the way to Vegas and let me fuck you again without paying, and, bythe fact that you are still standing here with me, with the hope of me taking you again shimmering in your eyes… I think you like me, huh Angel? I'm under your skin just like you are embedded in mine.” I press her against the cold tile, sheathing myself in her welcoming warmth. My hips rock slowly against her.
“Look, I'm just here to make sure you are okay and get one last ride on that pretty cock of yours, so get that idea out of your head. After we are done with our shower, you will never see me again.”
I buck hard up into her, warning her that she's not in charge here. “Sorry, Angel, you aren't going anywhere until I say so.”
