I thrust into her hard enough to make her breasts bounce over and over again. With trembling, sex-drunk hands, she reached for me, grabbing onto my biceps until I stretched out over her.
“Need you close,” she whispered as she clung to me, wrapping both gazelle-like legs around my hips. “Make me forget about what’s going to happen after this.”
For her, I’d do anything.
I kissed her lips. Her neck. Her throat and her ear. I reached between her legs and massaged her clit until she was trembling with need. I sank deep inside of her and circled my hips, making her writhe and beg for me to let her come. I kneaded and played with her breasts and nipples, making her arch into me.
I wanted to be everything to her. I’d give everything to be hers.
“Jude,” she hissed as I wrapped my arm around her back, holding her against my chest as I fucked her with short, intentional strokes. The dainty flutters of her cunt contracting around my cock drew me to the edge of my own release.
I slammed inside of her and ground against her clit until she was rendered completely unable to whisper the single syllable that was my name.
She shattered, clinging to me as she rode out wave after wave of her orgasm. I grunted through my release as I filled her.
Amelia’s breathing was fast and heavy as she slowly released the tension in her body and sank into the bed. Her lips curled in a lazy smile as she began to laugh.
I fucking loved that sound.
“You alright?” I asked as I kissed her temple.
Slowly, her eyes opened as she stared at me with something that could only be defined as utter adoration. There was no way in hell I deserved that kind of look from her.
“So good,” she said softly as her eyes began to lower.
Saturday, June 7 | 8:41 PM
“Giveme a minute and I’ll be ready for round two,” Amelia murmured as she roused from her sex-induced catnap.
I blinked away my exhaustion as my gut sank to record levels. I pressed one last lingering kiss to her forehead. “Round two will have to wait. It’s time.”
Amelia and I cleaned up in the obnoxiously large bathroom, then I waited, staring out the window at the crowded streets as she touched up her hair and smoothed out her makeup.
We left our bags in the room, save for a small thrift-store purse Amelia was carrying the cash she’d play with, and walked hand in hand through the winding halls of the hotel, into the elevator, and down to the casino.
Controlled chaos was the only way to describe it. Where the Four Horsemen was a rather quiet joint compared to most casinos, this place was raucous.
Exactly what I wanted.
“Drink first?” she asked as we wound through the seemingly endless row of slot machines.
“No. Go to the cashier. Get your chips. Start playing. Don’t waste your time with roulette or craps tonight. Just blackjack. Go in big. Don’t be subtle. Don’t be shy or coy. It’ll looksuspicious if you don’t freak out and get excited about winning big. It needs to look like you’re having the night of your life.”
“But won’t they tell me I can’t play if I keep winning?”
I shook my head. “This is Vegas. Not Valentine. They’ll count on you coming back tomorrow and losing it all and then some.”
“You’re going to be nearby, right? I’d feel better if we had walkie-talkies or something.”
“You don’t need me.” Each word tasted bitter and vile. “I promise you’ll be alright. I’ll always have an eye on you.”
She paused in the middle of an intersection of walkways. “We should rethink this. I need?—”
I cupped her cheeks as bodies swirled around us in a timeless mirage of neon flashing lights, a barrage of sound, and emotions ranging from elation to utter devastation. I felt every single one.
“Tonight’s about you. Your freedom. Your brother’s freedom. Don’t think about me. I’ll find you after. I promise.” I slipped the room key into her hand. “Don’t lose that.”
“You don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
