Page 26 of Billionaire In Vegas

I felt him behind me as I stretched my arms out in front of me, grabbing at the sheets in anticipation of what was coming. He was pressed against my bare butt, and he placed his hands around my waist, pulling me back to where he wanted me.

With one hand, he opened my folds, and I felt him slowly push inch by inch inside of me. I buried my face in the sheets, fighting back a moan as he filled me, stretched me.

It hurt a little, and I realized I was probably still sore from last night’s happenings. All thoughts ceased as he moved inside me, gently at first and then he began to speed up.

“Don’t stop,” I groaned.

He responded by pushing deeper into me, while bringing a hand in between my legs and stroking my clit.

“Jude, oh, Jude.”

“You want more?”

“Yes—” I gasped as this time he shoved into me with more force and I struggled to handle him. I wiggled my hips and attempted to spread my legs wider. He felt... bigger.

He kept pushing into me, pulling out and then thrusting in deeply. I couldn’t help it, I began to come. The feel of his thickness filling me, spreading me wider, sent pleasure radiating from my center, and I started to scream. The pleasure intensified as he continued to rub my clit with every thrust.

My sex quivered and tightened around his.

“Juuudddeee,” I moaned.

“Come for me, baby,” he said, and I did. Hard. I was gasping for breath, shaking all over, so wet, so spent. My thighs shook, my breathing was heavy and I could only lie there in the aftermath of my orgasm as he came inside me, groaning, burying himself deeply into me as he grabbed my breasts.

My nipples were hard in his hands and even as he came I felt myself getting turned on again.

“Already?” Jude asked with a laugh.

“Shut up and fuck me, Jude.”

Without pause, he responded, “Yes, ma’am.”

I tossedmy arm over my eyes. Oh God, Lacey, what did you do? What did you do? And the sad part was that I couldn’t even blame drunkenness this time. It was straight up bad judgment and horniness.

I gingerly stood up and looked for my clothes. I tried to rehearse what I would say to Jude. I felt torn between either sneaking out like a guilty person or making a scene in which I blamed him for my bad judgment.

I made my way out of his bedroom and found him sitting on the couch, his back to me with his phone in his hand. He didn’t hear me behind him, his phone had his undivided attention.

I looked over his shoulder to see what he was looking at. I was surprised, so surprised that I guess I must have made a sound.

He looked up at me and smiled wanly. “That expression on your face was exactly like mine when I found these on my phone.”

He showed me a series of selfies of us looking happy and ridiculous. We were posing with Elvis who I assumed officiated our ceremony. I felt sick to my stomach, not because I’d done something so insanely stupid but because I’d never seen myself look happier than the moments caught in those pictures. I looked so carefree, so sure of myself, so happy. And it made me sad to think the inebriated version of myself was the daring, happy one, while sober me was dull and too scared to take chances. Well, I thought guiltily, both versions of me apparently liked having sex with Jude way too much.

“While you were napping I spoke to my dad’s lawyer again. I tried to reason with them, but apparently they’re beyond reason,” Jude said breaking me away from my thoughts. “So Lacey, I have a proposition for you.”

I sat down and tried to look receptive. I didn’t think I wanted to hear his proposition, but I tried to keep an open mind, meanwhile, I shut him down in my head.

“I propose we stay married—”

“You’re insane!” I was suddenly standing up.

“Calm down, calm down, just hear me out,” he said, standing up as well. His brown eyes looked slightly offended.

“No—”

“Lacey, I’m begging you. Just sit down. Let’s have a conversation like reasonable adults. We’ve done enough arguing and bad decision-making for a lifetime in a span of twenty-four hours. Will it really hurt any to just have a discussion?”

He had a point. I grudgingly sat down, folded my arms across my chest and waited for him to continue.