Page 85 of A Bossy Surprise

Before I can get the words out, he’s pulled my thong aside and has driven his cock into me.

A strangled yelp leaves my throat at the sudden intrusion.

Both our breathing picks up.

“Fuck, Kayla. Your pussy is so tight around my cock,” he breathes as he starts to move.

He’s drawing so much pleasure out of me that it’s all I can think about. I literally collapse against him. The only reason I’m still upright is because he’s holding my weight. He’s strong enough to do that and fuck the living shit out of me. That fact makes me even hotter for him.

He jackhammers into me from behind, and I claw at the door in front of me. He lowers his head to my shoulder and sucks the skin there into his mouth, while his hand goes to my clit.

His mouth on my skin, his dick inside me, and his fingers rubbing pleasure out of me is enough to summon my orgasm.

My hands go to his hips as my body is racked with sensation. I hold him in place as my vagina clamps down on him.

The pressure exerted on him from my orgasm is enough to draw his out, because he too is quaking behind me as he fills the condom.

We stand up against the door while we catch our breaths. When we finally do, Adam does away with the condom and strips both of us naked.

He leads us to the bed, pulls back the sheets and we both get it. Within seconds we are curled up in each other, and I’ve drifted off into sleep.

I don’t know what this trip has in store, but this is a pretty good start.

24

ADAM

The following morning, Kayla and I have a lazy start to the day. We stay in bed longer than we should, but I’m not mad about it. A naked Kayla in my arms is better than almost anything I can think of.

Later, we have breakfast delivered to the suite, after which, we get ready and head out for our day.

Kayla has never been to Vegas before. However, considering this was basically my playground during college, I know it like the back of my hand. So I show her around.

First, we have to do some touristy things. A walk down the strip is necessary.

We stop outside the Bellagio to see the fountains, then tour its botanical gardens. I had a feeling Kayla would like it, and she does. She looks highly impressed as we wander through the colorful and interestingly shaped plants and flower arrangements.

Next, we take a private helicopter ride to see the city from the sky. Kayla’s eyes are like saucers the entire time as she stares out of her window. She’s so excited and that makes me happy.

When we’re safely back on the ground, we head to the museum of illusions where we spend quite a bit of time roaming about and having fun with the interactive displays. We take so many pictures that I dread having to sort through them later on.

We spend the day laughing so much that my sides hurt from it. I can’t remember ever laughing this much.

Evening rolls around. So we slow down and take a Venice gondola ride. Of course, it’s not Venice, but it looks like it, and is just as romantic as I would imagine the real thing is.

As we cruise down the canal, my arm goes around Kayla and she burrows into my side.

I am at peace.

I am happy.

This trip was such a good idea. We should do things like this more often.

When the ride comes to an end and I’m helping Kayla out of the gondola, my phone rings in my pocket.

I pull it out. When I see it’s Dad, I tuck it back into my pocket.

My phone rings again moments later as we start walking away from the gondolas.